Believe it or not, the night before I went into labor Husband and I were at the Coldplay Mylo Xyloto concert. (He took me on the condition that I would not give birth to our child at the show and thankfully I held up my end of the bargain. barely! haha)
First of all, it was SOOO awesome. It has been awhile since I've been to a concert and the technology and visual effects were incredible. I know it is not a great photo but below is a picture from our phone. Kind of an "HTBT" thing (Had To Be There) but hope you get the idea.
But I am blogging about it because of what the lead singer said when he started the show. He walked out on stage and greeted everyone and said something along the lines of
"Not only is this the last night of our US tour, but we have now performed 776 shows as a band and tonight is our 777th show and we think that's pretty special. So we just want you to know that we intend to play the best gig of our lives tonight. We know you could be a lot of places tonight and we just thank you so much for choosing to spend your evening with us."
So polite right? The humility and gratitude was very genuine, or at least came across as so, and I was just floored. But what really stuck with me was 777 shows. They have played 777 performances, and when you add in how many times they practice their songs you are talking in the thousands of times they have sung the same songs over and over and over. And they are standing before us with the earnest intention ( maybe I'm naive but I really believed ) of making this their best performance. Or if nothing else at least giving it their best energy, best effort.
Now I have no idea of the religious background of any of these guys but this work ethic came across as so Christ-like to me. If Jesus was a musician, I think He would say something like this, and mean it, every time He performed. I was so convicted of things in my own life that I do day in and day out, roles that I perform-being an employee, being a wife, being a friend, 777 days and then some. If my Husband asks me to make him breakfast for the 777th time, am I still grateful and joyful to do it? Because I was the first time, and I was the 50th time, but somewhere along the line it got repetitive. But so what? Does that make it any less special or less important? 777 times. Sounds a lot like how much we're called to forgive too. (Seventy times seven...aka over and over and over.)
Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart as if working for the Lord and not for men.-Colossians 3:23. Whether it's cooking or cutting hair or changing a diaper or performing a concert-are you doing it with gratitude? Are you giving it your best? Is your heart still in it the 777th time?
Thank you Coldplay for an incredible show and an amazing attitude!