Repost from 2011
I was recently reviewing my journal, and came across this entry from 2011.
CHRIS MEDINA WHERE ARE YOU NOW?
(DID HE EVER MARRY HER? IS SHE OKAY?)
Also, Scott McCreery won American Idol 2011.
He has now faded into oblivion while crushable Phillip Phillips of American Idol 2012 is being compared to Dave Matthews Band and Mumford & Sons.
WHUTUP.
Of Steven Tyler making me cry
January 27, 2011
EDIT: I decided to put the clip here after I wrote this entry. You’ll have to forgive the inconsistencies in my dialogue, I had to type it up from memory. =\ His name is Chris Medina pala. Hindi talaga ako nag-iisip minsan, pinahirapan ko pa sarili ko hahaha.
Sorry, not happening again -
I don’t usually follow American Idol, but my dad’s a fan (I think he fancies himself one of the judges there; he tries to make his own opinion of the person auditioning before the judges do, haha) - so sometimes I get to watch it with the family.
Since I get home a little later, I don’t get to see the premier airing, but Papa does, and he tells me and Mama that there’s one story (of a guy named Medina) that made him a little teary, which shocked both Mama and myself, because Papa hardly ever tears up.
To make a long story short, they were engaged for two years. She got into an accident. Her caretakers are her mom and fiancée.
The guy, Medina, said,
“Everything changed. I was supposed to make my vows just two months before the accident happened. For better, for worse, in sickness, in health… What kind of guy would I be if I left when she needed me most?”
He sang “Break Even” by The Script. He was very good.
The judges asked him to bring his fiancée in so they could meet her.
And Steven Tyler bent down to her wheel chair and kissed the girl on the cheek saying,
“I knew he’d do well. But you already knew that, didn’t you? He sings so beautiful. He sings so beautiful because he sings for you.”
Mr. Steven Tyler, I only know you for Jaded and Don’t Want To Miss A Thing.
After today, I found that you’ve got one of the softest hearts I’ve seen (ever) on television.
I don’t think Medina is going to win the title of American Idol.
(I’m hoping, though.)
But like he said, he feels like he’s already won.
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I started thinking.
What happened was terrible. I don’t know if Medina has a relationship with Jesus; I don’t know anything about him. But if he did, and what happened to his fiancée came to pass, wouldn’t that shake your faith so much? Wouldn’t that make you so angry, make you just want to cry and never ever talk to God again? Isn’t it enough reason to turn away from Him completely?
‘No, You don’t have everything under control because if You did, then why this? Why her? Why us? If you love me then why would you hurt me?’ I can almost hear these thoughts from Medina‘s head.
I’m tempted to think that if God ever did that to someone who was really important to me, I would never forgive Him, and would forever question His character of love, of kindness, of protection.
But I guess, like I always do, I miss the point.
When I have a relationship with Him, life never turns out good automatically.
Life is still what it is. Crap happens. People I love will die and experience pain.
When I have a relationship with Him, it’s never about me.
It’s never about my contentment, my satisfaction, or my happiness.
It’s not even about my loved-ones’ contentment, satisfaction, or happiness.
When we have a relationship with Him, He doesn’t promise happiness.
He promises eternal life, a life of abundance, a full life.
I guess a full life means not having a happy, normal marriage.
It doesn’t mean getting to read a book on a quiet afternoon.
It doesn’t mean getting a slot in my dream school.
It doesn’t mean getting to go on vacation every year, or a family that’s always safe and sound.
A full life doesn’t mean living the life I’ve always wanted in my head.
A full life is having Jesus.
And if I don’t have Jesus,
I’m sure my life, by His grace, can still be amazing.
I will experience love, and frustration, and pleasure, and pain, and victories, and failures.
I can still see the world, get that promotion, land that MA degree in a field I love.
Because He is that gracious.
But if I don’t have Jesus,
if I don’t have a relationship with Him,
Who died and rose again so I could fully live,
then - I have to ask myself -
what kind of life am I living?
Stupid American Idol. ._.