Calling all angels
After driving north for several hours through sprawling greater Detroit, I was ready for a few days vacation in beautiful northern Michigan. But the TV that morning and the news on the radio were taking a toll on my normally upbeat disposition—more soldiers killed in Iraq, increased American hatred abroad, deeper intransigence in the Middle East, dire predictions about the US economy and poor job figures. Each story was weighted with negative commentary, doom and political finger-pointing.
A rock song I’d never heard before filled the airwaves, and the words hit me like a message from heaven.
I need a sign to let me know you’re here
‘Cause my TV set just keeps it all from being clear
I want a reason for the way things have to be
I need a hand to help build up some kind of hope inside of me.
And I’m calling all angels
I’m calling all you angels
“Calling All Angels,” by Train, spoke directly to me. At that moment, those particular lyrics were just what I needed to wake me out of the blue funk of commiserating over the world’s problems.