Michael Crawford’s version of “She used to be mine” got my mind and emotions into overdrive today. As in other cases, it happened while taking my miles long bike ride with the ear buds firmly placed. The lyrics capture the pathos of man who loses the love of a woman, a lady he thought of as “mine.” In spite of his pain, in spite of feeling abandoned, he is still able to speak to “the other man”, tell him about the woman, and wish them well.
Even though the song’s sentiments may appear strange to people who are consumed by a sense of ownership, I also captured some of the nobility that can still exist in the case of a “lost love.” Before reading further, listen by clicking http://grooveshark.com/#!/s/She+Used+To+Be+Mine/3LHe0s?src=5 and following along with the following lyrics.
I understand there’s nothing I can do,
I can’t be what she needs
As long as she needs you.
If you’re the one she’ll turn to from now on,
There are things that you should know
About her when I’m gone.
She’s not as brave as she might seem,
and when she’s had a scary dream
If you don’t hold her
She won’t sleep all night.
She’s not as strong as she should be,
She cries at movies on TV,
And counts on you to see that things go right.
But she’s a chance to make your dreams come true,
To have someone who thinks there’s nothing you can’t do.
A chance to live each day,
And care the way you always knew you could.
Take care of her for me;
She used to be mine
She’s not her best on rainy days,
she’ll test your love a hundred ways,
She plays with your emotions like a song,
She chases dreams that can’t come true,
and always tries too hard for you,
and never knows just how to say she’s wrong.
But she’s a chance to make your life complete,
A chance to take those lonely days
and make them sweet,
a chance to feel so good
that everyone wish they could be you.
take care of her for me;
she used to be mine.
Is the song Pollyannaish, naïve, a made-for-theater piece? Perhaps in some respects. Would I ever had been able to say what the song says to a man for whom Joyce had left me to join? No way. Nonetheless, there is some nobility here that, admittedly, doesn’t exist in everyone who “loses in love”. To some degree the man desires that the woman be treated well in spite of having abandoned him.
As I listened and pondered the song, I returned to my mental category of music being catalysts / pointers, calling us to see beyond the lyrics. I ended up recognizing that the lyrics are such that Satan will never, could never, sing them to God. Picture the case of a person converting to God and abandoning Satan and his value system. Satan does not love anyone but himself. He has no interest in handing over to God a woman (or a man) and saying to God (the “new” man) “I hope both of you fare better together than we did, and to help in that process allow me to tell you some ways that you can help her to be happy with you and you to be happy with her.” Does Satan have that benevolence??? Will Satan collaborate with his enemy??? Could Satan sing to God the lyrics of “She used to be mine”??? The answer to all of these questions is NO.
Jesus refers to some nobility in some people who are not godly in the full sense of the word. They love their children; they might even be willing to die for someone else. In spite of being ungodly, these folk have not reached the epitome of ungodliness in their behavior and values. (Interestingly, the Apostle Paul also refers to this reality when describing people who go from bad to worse. [Romans 1])
But, Jesus would not be able to say about Satan what he said about ungodly people. For Satan never “rises” even to the level of the worse human who ever lived. Satan could never sing to God the way the man who loses the love of the woman sings to the new man. He can never think of what is best for the woman, or the new man. The last thing Satan wants is that people prosper with God. Satan is saying, “she used to be mine, and still should be.”
Why, thus, would I ever want to keep my life hitched to Satan’s star when he can’t even rise to the level of singing to God a song to say, “I hope it goes well for you both.” Satan doesn’t love me. He hates me, just like he hates everyone but himself. He wants me only for his own egotistical reasons. But, God . . . that is another story. He loves me, with a love that wants only the best for me. Living in God’s love elevates me; living in Satan’s hate denigrates me. The choice seems pretty obvious, doesn’t it??? If Satan can’t sing to God, why should I want to spend time with Satan???