I am not a big Jimmy Buffett fan. For the most part, I just don’t like the musical genre of “hey, let’s go the beach and get drunk.” At this point in my life, that’s not a worldview that I embrace.
But there was a point in my life when I suppose it was. During the college years, when lots of beer was being consumed, I suppose I thought Buffett was some sort of seer or prophet (yeah, I was a pagan). After all, when you hear lyrics like these as a beer-swilling 20 year old, you sort of see what’s ahead for yourself:
Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late.
The cannons don’t thunder there’s nothin’ to plunder
I’m an over forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late.
I don’t think like that anymore. I don’t see myself as “an over 40 victim of fate.” I see myself as a child of the King, as someone who is under His Sovereignty. I see myself as someone who is blessed by this King, but also as someone who lives under the promise of sowing and reaping.
I do still like this song. Nowadays, though, I listen to it differently. I don’t listen through the foggy haze of too many beers and lament what’s ahead. Now, I just listen to it occasionally because I like how it sounds and I do like the artistry of the lyrics (even if I don’t see things the same way).
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