It took 62 years for somebody to find me, but I thank God. Some people never get found.
As a young man, Charles Bradley saw James Brown perform at the Apollo Theatre. From that moment, Bradley’s heart was captured by the sounds of soul. And he knew he was destined to sing.
That dream was kindled in a moment. The destiny took decades to materialize.
He wrote. He sang in seedy night clubs. Sold his belongings. Hitch-hiked across the country. Supported his passion with odd jobs. For 40 some years.
How sweet it was when he was finally discovered. A record label exec heard Charles perform a James Brown tribute show in a Brooklyn night club…and the years of frustration and unfulfilled dreams were history.
The musician was unlocked from his unappreciated toil. Unfettered. Unmuzzled. Unchained. No longer playing a character in a dingy dive. Now he writes his on songs. Now he’s pouring out his own heart through his own voice.
Found.
Kind of like what happens when God discoveres us. The Son of Man came to “seek and to save.” Roaming the sidewalks and side streets like sheep without a shepherd, we have a notion of what we’re really mean to do. Until we are discovered.
When we are discovered, God releases from the burden of what we’ve become so that we can become what couldn’t be on our own. The faint dream becomes destiny. No longer putting on an act, we’re empowered to love and live from an unfettered heart.
Found.
Thank God. Some people never get found.
WT 