Wednesday, September 15, 2021

Immigrant’s song

by John Fischer

It’s hard to talk about Christianity in American culture right now without getting tangled up in politics — something I prefer not to do from the Catch if I can help it. But on the currently contested issue of immigration, I can’t help it. Mainly because there is a biblical mandate, both New and Old Testament, to welcome and make room for the stranger and the foreigner. If we are going to be marketplace Christians, we need to exhibit God’s attitude toward strangers and foreigners regardless of what our government does, and God is always placing them first. We may disagree over what we want the country to do or how they do it, but there is no discussion when it comes to us individually.

This is true for us as believers wherever we are in the world. Over forty times in the Old Testament, the Jewish people are admonished to welcome the stranger and the foreigner. And both Jesus and Paul speak of the same thing to us as followers of Christ. Hospitality toward strangers is built into our spiritual DNA.

Perhaps we can learn something from our Jewish friends. A recent article I read from a reputable source pointed out that there is a strong movement among Jews in America to aid and assist their Muslim neighbors and provide hospitality toward Muslim refugees among others. Syrian refugees can take English courses through a free program at a New York synagogue. One Rabbi claims that the current attitude of shunning immigrants being exhibited in America is “a betrayal of what this country stands for, what we Jews stand for, and is a terrible recollection of our own history… There has been an incredible coming together of synagogues around the country to welcome Muslim refugees. Jews really understand what it is to be ‘the other’ and to arrive in a strange country.” And now this same hospitality is being extended to Afghan refugees. 

What is it to be “the other?” Many of us don’t know.

Read the full article: https://catchjohnfischer.com/2021/09/14/immigrants-song/#more-18081

Thursday, September 2, 2021

Monday, July 5, 2021

Celebrating Independence (and independence of thought)!


Yesterday was a day for celebration, but today is a day for reflection. 

Just a reminder that Independence Day did not in fact bring independence to any but the former Europeans who declared they were no longer citizens of the Crown, and had little bearing on the then freedom of the new country's members of the population who were (a) still not seen as citizens or (b) given the right to vote or (c) still legally owned by others as slaves. Women, folks who didn't own land, and slaves still had a long way to go toward freedom, equality, and independence. It's good to enjoy the holiday as the beginning of something awesome but history is important and reminds us that it wasn't true independence for all (who were supposedly "created equal"). It's also okay to love your country and see it as a work in progress, not a finished system. It was a fantastic and radical first step, but it still had a long way to go and a lot of other people to include.

There is a school of thought out there that I think honestly believes that if you criticize something about the U.S., you can't be a patriot or love being American and be thankful.  (Not directed at anyone in particular. Just a general acknowledgment from being on social media.) I find that an odious thought.

If my job as a citizen was to simply to say that all our history and all our national documents and all our ideals are all above critique and we shouldn't question them because that makes us U.S.A. haters, then where does the opportunity to learn from our mistakes come from? Particularly if we refuse to admit we make any because we're 'Murica, dammit." Where can the opportunity to see our documents as living drafts that need to change as our country grows come from? 

I love my kids, but they still have issues to learn from and to change, just like I do. I love my country the same way.

For me, loving America means so much more than having the biggest flag on the block. It means so much more than relegating patriotism to whether or not someone stands or kneels during the national anthem. It means I'm proud of some of what we've done, and I have the freedom to change the other things I'm not proud of us about. It means I have the freedom to understand and acknowledge that we have a mixed bag in our history of both good and evil, and I have the right to confront the evil. It means I have the freedom to make a statement by my words and actions. It means I can respect and love my country without seeing its symbols as synonymous with its goals or even its ideals. I can love freedom and even turn away from the flag because I honor the sacrifices of those who gave their lives to keep us free. It doesn't mean I always need to turn away though, but if I feel the country is in need of understanding a shortcoming, I have the freedom to address it as it behooves my conscience. 

For me loving my country means loving it with my whole heart warts and all, but instead of calling those warts triumphs, I can freely admit what they are and apply a balm to repair them and makes us even better. For me loving my country means I have the freedom and the responsibility to speak out even during times of national celebration without it diminishing my love for it.

Tuesday, June 8, 2021

15 Most Personal Songs (a musical apologetic) -- #1 The Beatles, "Eleanor Rigby"

As a child of the 70s and 80s, I didn't have the luxury of computer games and social media to shape my thoughts. Instead, a lot of it came from the music I listened to. 

These are the top fifteen songs that helped to make me who I am and help keep me on track as a genuine person in this human experience. #STformativesongs

#1 - "Eleanor Rigby" by The Beatles

There has always been a sort of profound sadness in this song to me. So many people go unnoticed all the time. How can I dare say I'm being salt and light in the world if I let them continue to go by unnoticed and unloved. 

Some people say I'm too friendly, that I treat total strangers as if I've known them all my life when I strike up conversations in grocery store lines, at the coffee house, or in a waiting room while my car is being fixed. I just ignore them and think of this song again. 

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Ah, look at all the lonely people

Ah, look at all the lonely people


Eleanor Rigby

Picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been

Lives in a dream

Waits at the window

Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door

Who is it for?


All the lonely people

Where do they all come from?

All the lonely people

Where do they all belong?


Father McKenzie

Writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear

No one comes near

Look at him working

Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there

What does he care?


All the lonely people

Where do they all come from?

All the lonely people

Where do they all belong?

Ah, look at all the lonely people

Ah, look at all the lonely people


Eleanor Rigby

Died in the church and was buried along with her name

Nobody came

Father McKenzie

Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave

No one was saved


All the lonely people (ah, look at all the lonely people)

Where do they all come from?

All the lonely people (ah, look at all the lonely people)

Where do they all belong?

Tuesday, June 1, 2021

15 Most Personal Songs (a musical apologetic) -- #2 Bob Dylan, "With God on Our Side"

 As a child of the 70s and 80s, I didn't have the luxury of computer games and social media to shape my thoughts. Instead, a lot of it came from the music I listened to. 

These are the top fifteen songs that helped to make me who I am and help keep me on track as a genuine person in this human experience. #STformativesongs

#2 - "With God on Our Side" by Bob Dylan

I too was taught that the country I grew up in had God on its side. I too learned that you never ask questions when God's on your side. What I failed to learn until I was older was that, even in a historic religious understanding, God doesn't get on anyone's side. God calls people to join his/her/its (God is spirit, not human) side. 

I grew up believing that as long as I went to church and didn't do the actions that the grown-ups told me to avoid that God would be on my side. It had nothing to do with the attitudes of my heart or my actual love for others. It was all about not smoking, dancing, drinking, being gay, or hanging out with with people who did those things. 

I learned later that most everything I had learned as a child was garbage. True religion, I learned, was taking care of widows and orphans. Real Christian character came from exemplifying the fruit of the spirit. And I learned that the whole of religious law can be summed up as love God and love your fellow humans. 

And most of all, I learned that I never have God on my side. God doesn't get behind me and support my goals. Nor does God support the goals of the USA or the church or the conservative PACs or the goals of Republican or Democrats or Libertarians or anyone. God supports his/her/its own plan... period. 

The sooner I got over thinking God had my back the soon I realized I no longer had carte blanche to pursue every selfish whim I had and try to cover it in some kind of religious version of Manifest Destiny. We can ignore a lot of evils if we persist with this notion that God is on our side. 

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Oh my name it ain't nothin'

My age it means less

The country I come from

Is called the Midwest

I was taught and brought up there

The laws to abide

And that land that I live in

Has God on its side


Oh, the history books tell it

They tell it so well

The cavalries charged

The Indians fell

The cavalries charged

The Indians died

Oh, the country was young

With God on its side


The Spanish-American

War had its day

And the Civil War, too

Was soon laid away

And the names of the heroes

I was made to memorize

With guns in their hands

And God on their side


The First World War, boys

It came and it went

The reason for fighting

I never did get

But I learned to accept it

Accept it with pride

For you don't count the dead

When God's on your side


The Second World War

Came to an end

We forgave the Germans

And then we were friends

Though they murdered six million

In the ovens they fried

The Germans now, too

Have God on their side


I've learned to hate the Russians

All through my whole life

If another war comes

It's them we must fight

To hate them and fear them

To run and to hide

And accept it all bravely

With God on my side


But now we got weapons

Of chemical dust

If fire them, we're forced to

Then fire them, we must

One push of the button

And a shot the world wide

And you never ask questions

When God's on your side


Through many a dark hour

I've been thinkin' about this

That Jesus Christ was

Betrayed by a kiss

But I can't think for you

You'll have to decide

Whether Judas Iscariot

Had God on his side.


So now as I'm leavin'

I'm weary as Hell

The confusion I'm feelin'

Ain't no tongue can tell

The words fill my head

And fall to the floor

That if God's on our side

He'll stop the next war



Tuesday, May 25, 2021

15 Most Personal Songs (a musical apologetic) -- #3 Michael Jackson, "Man in the Mirror"

 As a child of the 70s and 80s, I didn't have the luxury of computer games and social media to shape my thoughts. Instead, a lot of it came from the music I listened to. 

These are the top fifteen songs that helped to make me who I am and help keep me on track as a genuine person in this human experience. #STformativesongs

#3 - "Man in the Mirror" by Michael Jackson 

I know Michael Jackson is an artist with a tainted legacy, but that doesn't lessen the impact of this, one of his greatest songs. This one actually continues the theme from yesterday. Before I look to change anyone else, I need to face the, well, face I see in the mirror each day. I need to work on that person before I even dare to presume to address anyone else's faults. And sadly, knowing me the way I do, it's going to be a long time before I get that guy right enough to go around judging anyone else. 

I think this one lesson is one that could fix so many of the problems in our world and cultures. 

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I'm gonna make a change

For once in my life

It's gonna feel real good

Gonna make a difference

Gonna make it right


As I, turn up the collar on

My favorite winter coat

This wind is blowing my mind


I see the kids in the streets

With not enough to eat

Who am I to be blind?

Pretending not to see their needs


A summer disregard, a broken bottle top

And a one man soul

They follow each other on the wind ya' know

'Cause they got nowhere to go

That's why I want you to know


I'm starting with the man in the mirror

I'm asking him to change his ways

And no message could have been any clearer

If you want to make the world a better place

Take a look at yourself, and then make a change

Na-na-na, na-na-na

Na-na, na-na


I've been a victim of a selfish kind of love

It's time that I realize

That there are some with no home, not a nickel to loan

Could it be really me, pretending that they're not alone?


A willow deeply scarred, somebody's broken heart

And a washed-out dream

They follow the pattern of the wind ya' see

'Cause they got no place to be

That's why I'm starting with me


I'm starting with the man in the mirror

I'm asking him to change his ways

And no message could have been any clearer

If you want to make the world a better place

Take a look at yourself, and then make a change


I'm starting with the man in the mirror

I'm asking him to change his ways

And no message could've been any clearer

If you want to make the world a better place

Take a look at yourself and then make that

Change!


Tuesday, May 18, 2021

15 Most Personal Songs (a musical apologetic) -- #4 The 77s, "The Lust, the Flesh, the Eyes, and the Pride of Life"

 As a child of the 70s and 80s, I didn't have the luxury of computer games and social media to shape my thoughts. Instead, a lot of it came from the music I listened to. 

These are the top fifteen songs that helped to make me who I am and help keep me on track as a genuine person in this human experience. #STformativesongs

#4 - "The Lust, the Flesh, the Eyes, and the Pride of Life" by the 77s

One of my core beliefs that has guided me is that unless I can acknowledge the evils (call it your choice, sin, bad stuff, flaws, etc.) inside, I can't become the person I'm supposed to. The minute I think I'm above anything is the moment I set myself up for a fall. There is an innate self-focus, selfishness that I have to resist, but to do that I have to know it's there and face it. It doesn't mean I embrace it, but I do have to accept it. I am a prideful SOB, and I know it. I want what I  everybody else be damned instinctively, and only knowing that's not who I want to be helps be resist it. Michael Roe and the 77s nailed me totally in this song, and I love them for it. 

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Well, I feel

Like I have to feel

Something good all of the time

With most of life I cannot deal

But a good feeling I can feel

Even though it may not be real

And if a person, place or thing can deliver

I will quiver with delight

But will it last me for all my life

Or just one more lonely night


The lust, the flesh

The eyes

And the pride of life

Drain the life

Right out of me


Well, I see something and I want it

Bam! Right now!

No questions asked

Don't worry how much it costs me now or later

I want it and I want it fast

I'll go to any length

Sacrifice all that I already have

And all that I might get

Just to get

Something more that I don't need

And Lord, please don't ask me what for


The lust, the flesh

The eyes

And the pride of life

Drain the life

Right out of me


And I love when folks

Look right at me

And what I'm doing

Or have done

And lay it on about

How groovy I am

And that I'm looking grand

And every single word

Makes me think I'll live forever

Never knowing that they probably

Won't remember what they said tomorrow

Tomorrow I could be dead


The lust, the flesh

The eyes

And the pride of life

Drain the life

Right out of me

Tuesday, May 11, 2021

15 Most Personal Songs (a musical apologetic) -- #5 Mike and the Mechanics, "The Living Years"

As a child of the 70s and 80s, I didn't have the luxury of computer games and social media to shape my thoughts. Instead, a lot of it came from the music I listened to. 

These are the top fifteen songs that helped to make me who I am and help keep me on track as a genuine person in this human experience. #STformativesongs

#5 - "The Living Years" by Mike and the Mechanics 

This song was really driven home to me when my Granddaddy Taylor died. When I was a kid, my brother and I would visit Grandma and Granddaddy often. But as I became an adult, those visits grew far more infrequent, and when they moved to another state, we didn't seen them again until the funeral. When I arrived, one of my uncles (and rightfully so) told me directly that I had caused Granddaddy a lot of pain by not visiting or calling. And in spite of my ruffled pride, I had to admit he was right. I had (not intentionally, but by neglect) shut off part of my history because life kept me so busy and I had wrongfully just assumed there would always be plenty of time for that later. 

I have tried after that to be better about keeping in touch, particularly with family, and I don't want my kids to miss a part of their heritage. So, in the interest of "The Living Years," I remind myself that I need to put all else aside from time to time and embrace the listening and the hearing I need for my own life to be complete. 

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Every generation

Blames the one before

And all of their frustrations

Come beating on your door


I know that I'm a prisoner

To all my Father held so dear

I know that I'm a hostage

To all his hopes and fears

I just wish I could have told him in the living years


Oh, crumpled bits of paper

Filled with imperfect thought

Stilted conversations

I'm afraid that's all we've got


You say you just don't see it

He says it's perfect sense

You just can't get agreement

In this present tense

We all talk a different language

Talking in defence


Say it loud (say it loud), say it clear (oh say it clear)

You can listen as well as you hear

It's too late (it's too late) when we die (oh when we die)

To admit we don't see eye to eye


So we open up a quarrel

Between the present and the past

We only sacrifice the future

It's the bitterness that lasts


So don't yield to the fortunes

You sometimes see as fate

It may have a new perspective

On a different day

And if you don't give up, and don't give in

You may just be okay


So say it loud, say it clear (oh say it clear)

You can listen as well as you hear

Because it's too late, it's too late (it's too late) when we die (oh when we die)

To admit we don't see eye to eye


I wasn't there that morning

When my Father passed away

I didn't get to tell him

All the things I had to say


I think I caught his spirit

Later that same year

I'm sure I heard his echo

In my baby's new born tears

I just wish I could have told him in the living years


Say it loud, say it clear (oh say it clear)

You can listen as well as you hear

It's too late (it's too late) when we die (it's too late when we die)

To admit we don't see eye to eye

So say it, say it, say it loud (say it loud)

Say it clear (come on say it clear)





Tuesday, May 4, 2021

15 Most Personal Songs (a musical apologetic) -- #6 Mr. Mister, "The Border"

As a child of the 70s and 80s, I didn't have the luxury of computer games and social media to shape my thoughts. Instead, a lot of it came from the music I listened to. 

These are the top fifteen songs that helped to make me who I am and help keep me on track as a genuine person in this human experience. #STformativesongs

#6 - "The Border" by Mr. Mister

I have to thank Matt Carter for introducing me to this song. Matt and I were in a band together back in the late 80s/early 90s, and without him, my Mr. Mister knowledge would have died with their hit album that featured "Broken Wings." 

This song really always speaks to me, every time I hear it and every time I play it. The idea of always being on the border of something new and something next is one that I've always believed. It keeps me from getting stuck in the present or the past, either the successes or the failures, either the loves or the wounds. "How many wounds does it take before we are healing?" 

I'm a dream chaser. I have been since my teens. And dreams do seduce, and as often as not, I end up back where I started, but I know I'm still somehow a better person for having chased them regardless. So I continued to chase and then to wait again, heart in my hand on the border. 

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We, we must go on now, wherever people go who go on together

And now, try to hold on now, too many of us have run, run out of the circle


Can you hear me, are you breathing

I need you near me, no I'm not leaving

I'm in no hurry to do this alone


I am standing here with my arms open wide

I am waiting here, heart in my hand on the border


Dreams, dreams may seduce you

But sooner or later they're gone and you're back where you started

Oh look, look at these scars now

How many wounds does it take before we are healing


Can we go on now, from what we have done now

Yes we must go on, our questions unanswered

I know what we're after is right here in our hands


I am standing here with my arms open wide

I keep waiting here, heart in my hand on the border

And every step we take gives us the strength to go on

And all the love we make gets us closer to home


I can see it all so clearly now, I can hear your voice in a song

And it burns down inside my soul, it takes me down this winding road

We can find our way back home


We, we must go on now, wherever people go who go on together


Oh, standing here with my arms open wide

And I keep waiting here, on the borderline

And every step we take gives us the strength to go on

And all the love we make gets us closer to home

Tuesday, April 27, 2021

15 Most Personal Songs (a musical apologetic) -- #7 Lenny Kravitz, "What Did I Do With My Life:

 As a child of the 70s and 80s, I didn't have the luxury of computer games and social media to shape my thoughts. Instead, a lot of it came from the music I listened to. 

These are the top fifteen songs that helped to make me who I am and help keep me on track as a genuine person in this human experience. #STformativesongs

#7 - "What Did I Do With My Life" by Lenny Kravitz

I discovered this song shortly before my MeMe (grandmother) died. I had been listening to the album and really enjoying it's introspective, almost melancholy tone, and when I spoke at MeMe's funeral, this song was the one I quoted in its entirity. I don't know how she would have answered the question, but I know how I answered it having witnessed her life. A very solid and loud "YES!" I only hope to live my life in such a way that at my funeral (and every day) someone would feel compelled to answer the same on my behalf. 

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Did I work on the battlefield?

Did I do what I thought was right?

Did I do all that I could do?

Did I put up a good fight?


Did I love all that I should?

To everyone in my sight?

What did I do with my life?


Did I exercise giving & forgiveness with all my might?

Did I honor my freedom & did I live in the light?

Did I cherish my moments?

Did I take a good enough bite?

What did I do with my life?


You can live any way you wanna

All you have to do is dance

Achieve anything you thought of

You just have to take the chance

You can fall in love with your life

'Cause that truly is romance

What did I do with my life?


Did I learn what I came to learn?

Did I listen with my heart?

Did I do what I came to do?

And how did I play the part?

Did I see all the beauty?

Because living is an art

What did I do with my life?


You can live any way you wanna

All you have to do is dance

Achieve anything you thought of

You just have to take the chance


Learn to love your life

'Cause that truly is romance

Oh what did I do with my life?

What did I do?

Say it again

What did I do with my life?

Oh what did I do?

What did I do?

With my life

What did I do?

What did I do?



Friday, April 23, 2021

The Church of the Misfit Toys

People ask me about where I've been going to church during the pandemic. I'm always happy to tell them about The Catch. I've long been a reader of John Fischer and when he started the catch as a ministry to real people out in the real world, I wanted to give it a shot. 

It's no shock to anyone who knows me that I used to love my former physical church for it's "Church of the Misfit Toys" model of outreach. Then that changed and we became much more "modern contemporary" (in structure, not just overly repetitive music) and "first Baptist-ish" in terms of merely paying lip service to welcoming the least of these and reaching out to those who don't look and act like typical modern Christians. Then again, it's tough to make budget when the bulk of the church members aren't in positions of power or money in the community, so it's only normal that the most successful churches cater to the "norms and muggles" so to speak. 

When John and the ministry team at The Catch put together this statement, I resonated with it on pretty much all cylinders. At first I was taken back by the term "marketplace Christian" because so many treat the church like a marketplace nowadays, trying to find the best "services" and even "coffee house." But John and the team's approach is more the idea of Christians becoming part of the marketplace (real world, "in the world not of it") rather than standing outside it and yelling at it or making a list of everything that's wrong with it or trying to change all it's cool stuff into "safe" Christian versions (of the world not in it). 

I share it here with a link for those who has asked about it, and for those who wonder where an very non-traditional believer can find a church home that embraces my understanding of the life of faith. 

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Declaration of a Marketplace Christian

Whereas:   We are followers of Christ who are wary about things that are given the cultural label “Christian”; and

Whereas:   “Christian” has become a term that has more to do with how one aligns oneself politically and socially, or how one behaves in relation to certain cultural mores, than it does with anything of the heart; and

Whereas:   We want to be Christians – but with a new definition;

We have come to the following conclusions:

We are not trying to create a place of safety in the world. Instead, we have found a place in our hearts where Christ dwells, and this gives us courage to face the world as it is.

We realize our overall purpose is not to change the world (that kind of thing is beyond our control), but it is to bring comfort, peace, warmth, love, and aid to people who are in the world, in the name of Jesus and His gospel.

Even if we were able to control the moral standards of society we understand that we would not necessarily be furthering the cause of Christ by making people better. In fact, we recognize a selfish motive in wanting a better world so we can have a safer environment in which to live and raise our own families. This gives no regard that to the fact that “better” people without Christ still perish in their sins. A more moral society means little or nothing if people do not come into relationship with Christ.

We may not look or talk like traditional Christians because we hang around non-Christians a lot and have learned to play down our differences rather than exploit them, as some Christians before us. We have discovered that by identifying with sinners we are in a better position to introduce them to Christ than when we remain separate and aloof because we think we are “different” (which usually translates to “better” in their minds). The only people who are looking for perfect Christians to model their lives after are other Christians who have bought the lie that perfection is attainable.

We will not be offended by the language and behavior of non-Christians. We realize, because we know ourselves, that sinners sin. There is no reason to be appalled at this. If we were perfect and had no sin of our own, we could be appalled, but we are not without sin. The only thing that should offend us is the same thing that offended Jesus: self-righteous hypocrisy. We realize that in choosing to be offended by the normal behavior of non-Christians, we are turning ourselves into the very thing Jesus hated. We, who are worried about being offended, make ourselves an offense to God.

We have decided not to put any real stock in having famous people endorse Jesus and have concluded we would be happier having Jesus endorse us. Character is superior to fame and glory.

We realize that we live in a world dominated by secular minds and philosophies. Because of our love for all people and our desire for them to know the love of Christ, we choose to learn about and interact with these philosophies rather than categorically reject them. When it becomes obvious that we have to part ways with the world to avoid compromise of our beliefs, we will do this in such a way as to not judge others who don’t feel as we do.

Though our hearts are connected to eternity, our feet are firmly planted on earth. For this reason we will strategize, barter, study and grow in two kingdoms. We have found that these two kingdoms need not always be warring against each other. We have found the things of God in the earthly world, and we have found evil in the kingdom of heaven, just as the parables of Jesus indicated we would.

We have learned to appreciate the artistic expressions of those who may not be following Christ. We will not begin with the assumption that they are wrong so that we can condemn them, but with the belief that they are right about something so that we can communicate with those who value their work.

We will not be threatened by “other paths to God” knowing that there is only one God and one way to reach Him, and if people are truly seeking Him, they will ultimately find their way to Christ even if they started out by way of another path.

We believe that wherever we go, God got there first. This means at least three things:

1) There is always something to find and embrace in the world, since God’s truth is everywhere.

2) We are never alone because there is nowhere we can go on earth or in heaven where God is not present.

3) There are many shoulders people are riding on other than our own. We do not have to finish everyone’s search; we are merely helping them along the way. If we happen to be there when someone comes to Christ, we will be overjoyed, but we will realize we are only part of a long line of witnesses who have prepared the way.

We do not have to determine whether a person is a Christian or a non-Christian before we know how to talk with him or her.  We speak to everyone in a universal language. Some may be drawn to us; others may be repelled. We do not know who is who – nor is it our responsibility to figure this out; we only point the way.

We can be fearless in the world because we know that Jesus is praying for our protection (John 17:15), and there is no power on earth or in heaven that can stand against Him.

Therefore, and for all these reasons, we do not have to hide in a subculture, nor do we have to spend all our efforts fighting society. We are not at war with the world. We love the world as God does because it is full of people for whom He gave His Son so that those who believe in Him might not perish but have everlasting life.

Since Jesus did not come into the world to condemn it, neither will we. And since, instead, Jesus came to save the world, we will put all our efforts to that end, knowing that He has already completed all the work necessary to save people. It remains only for us to let them know.

Originally posted at The Catch: Declaration of a Marketplace Christian

Tuesday, April 20, 2021

15 Most Personal Songs (a musical apologetic) -- #8 Daniel Amos, "Darn Floor, Big Bite"

 As a child of the 70s and 80s, I didn't have the luxury of computer games and social media to shape my thoughts. Instead, a lot of it came from the music I listened to. 

These are the top fifteen songs that helped to make me who I am and help keep me on track as a genuine person in this human experience. #STformativesongs

#8 - "Darn Floor, Big Bite" by Daniel Amos

Terry Scott Taylor and Daniel Amos' music has been a part of my life since I started making my own musical choices. From satire like "Bibleland" and "Mall All Over the World" and "(It's the Eighties Where's Our) Rocket Packs" to introspective songs like "A Sigh for You" and "William Blake," to more longing songs like "Soon," they were always a band with something to say about the human condition. 

"Darn Floor, Big Bite" reminds me of the axiom that pride comes before a fall, but in terms on my intellect and my understanding. No matter what I think I know, it's never the full story. No matter how much I want to put my understanding of reality in a box and say "this is it," it never is "it." The moment my pride decides to tell someone else, "no, this is how it is, and you're wrong," I remember that my understanding is just as incomplete, and that we're both on the same footing. This song leads me to empathy, not having to be right. It also reminds me of the line from the Carolyn Arends song from a few days ago, "Trying to touch the stars and the cookie jar, and both were out of reach."

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You touch my hair and cheek sometimes

Feel in yourself this flesh and blood

My poor flesh and blood, my poor flesh and blood


I think I met an angel once

But I cannot really know for sure

Do I know you now? Do I know you now?


Illuminate my muddled heart

Sweep the shadows from my mind

So I might imagine what you are like

And understand the great design


Darn floor - big bite

You are earth, water and light

Darn floor - big bite

Can I ever hope to get it right, can't get it right


I believe I've had a vision or two

Could have been a dream

I guess it could have been a dream

Could have been a dream

I saw the wide world crack where you touched down

And bodies wash up on a mythical shore

Will you save me now? Will you save me now?

In not-quite earth, in not-quite heaven

I'll imitate love like lovers do

In not-quite art, in not-quite living

I'll pray that writing it down is part of loving you


Darn floor - big bite

You are twilight, dark and bright

Darn floor - big bite

You are beautiful, terrible terrible sight!


Darn floor - big bite

You are love, fire and light


No I can't get it, no I can't get it right


Friday, April 16, 2021

When Indie Horror Directors Understand Faith Better Than Ordained Theologians

My buddy Daniel Emery Taylor is a man of deep faith and a director of indie horror films. And he totally gets both. I asked if he'd mind if I shared this tidbit he wrote about his Messianic understanding of faith. 

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I am going to tell you what most people get wrong about Jesus.

Now, before I explain that purposely provocative statement, I want to give a little context.

Invariably, when I post about the holidays, someone will message me in confusion. 

“Wait, so ... Messianic Judaism? You believe in the Torah and the Jewish holidays and all of that?”

“Yes.”

“But I also see you post stuff about like Jesus or whatever.”

“Yes.”

“... Dafuq?”

So, then I try to explain that a Jew following the Jewish Messiah really shouldn’t be that confusing and that modern Christianity, for all its sincerity, often misinterprets Yeshua’s (Jesus’) teachings so that’s why I generally shy away from using the “Christian” label. It’s not a good representation of my faith in the modern era.

But, at its core, I really have few disagreements THEOLOGICALLY with evangelical Christianity (method and practice are different issues). Save for one. It may seem like semantics but I believe it fundamentally changes the way you view the Scriptures and the way you go about your day to day life.

Christians teach, by and large, that when Yeshua was crucified, He abolished the Torah. We are no longer under the law! It is finished! Done! Kaput! Live your conscience and then if you feel guilty (“convicted”) about something, pray for forgiveness.

I say they’re wrong. I say they’re worse than wrong - not only did Yeshua not abolish the Torah ... HE MADE IT HARDER. He amplified it. How?

There’s one specific teaching in the fifth chapter of Matthew’s account. Yeshua teaches (my paraphrase) “You’ve been told not to commit adultery - I tell you if you look at a woman to lust after her, you’ve already committed adultery in your heart. You’ve been told not to murder but if you harbor unjust anger you have already committed murder in your heart.”

There it is. The Torah is written on our hearts - it’s no longer just about what we DO. It’s about what we feel. It’s about what we THINK (Lord, forbid). See, it’s relatively easy to not cheat on your wife. It’s easy not to murder someone. As much as we may want to, most of us have that conscious stopgap that forbids us from following through.

But lust? Petty anger? Those are base human instincts. They’re hardwired into us. They’re the sins that we are ALL guilty of. And Yeshua equates them to adultery and murder. In His eyes, we’re all adulterers and murderers. So, what does that mean? Two things:

1.) We’re all in the same rotten boat together, so not one of us should assume they’re more pious or holy than the rest. How gracious and empathetic we should be to each other!

2.) These are both sins that were punishable by death. We’re condemned to death. We have racked up a debt we cannot pay and, left on our own, we’re destruction-bound.

Just as HaShem provided a way to our people during the exodus, smearing the blood of a lamb on your door posts so the Death Angel would pass over you, so did Yeshua provide a way to be similarly passed over in judgment. He would pay our debts for us. And He did - and if you accept it, absolution of cosmic debt is yours to have. The blood of one lamb sustained us for that season; the blood of the ultimate Lamb sustains us forever.

But it’s not all roses and Easter lilies. Because He amplified the Torah. He internalized it. He is judging our thoughts, our motives, and our hearts.

That is why Rav Sha’ul (the Apostle Paul) says that if you confess with your mouth “Yeshua is Lord” and believe IN YOUR HEART that God raised Him from the dead, you would be saved. It’s not doing good deeds. It’s not just SAYING the right thing. It’s not going to Church at the right times or getting down on your hands and knees and telling Him how great He is several times a day. It’s what you truly, sincerely believe in your heart. He sees your heart. And trust me, the world may be fooled by hucksters and liars (politicians and televangelists) but the Almighty sure ain’t. He knows. And He judges accordingly.

But when your faith is weak and needs a boost, He also knows. And when you’re hurt He knows. When you’re sad, He knows. And when you’re trying the best you can but keep failing anyway, He knows. A bruised reed He will not break. What a merciful and gracious God!

So, in conclusion, contrary to what you may have been told, Jesus did not complete, supersede, or abolish the Torah. He amplified it and made it, by our standards, impossibly more difficult. And that is why it is imperative that we trust Him even more. We can’t pass the test on our own - we have to believe Him when He says He passed it for us.

Have a blessed rest of your Passover week or Resurrection Sunday, whichever you celebrate. I love you guys.

Wednesday, April 14, 2021

Yoke

(It is said that children who have been
abused have a greater likelihood of
becoming abusers themselves.)

She is a drooping rose
Weighted by the rain
Hunched,
Leaning above a younger bloom
Careful to pour out her burden
Beyond the newer pedals.

© 1994 Sean Taylor 

Tuesday, April 13, 2021

15 Most Personal Songs (a musical apologetic) -- #9 Bob Dylan, "What Good Am I"

As a child of the 70s and 80s, I didn't have the luxury of computer games and social media to shape my thoughts. Instead, a lot of it came from the music I listened to. 

These are the top fifteen songs that helped to make me who I am and help keep me on track as a genuine person in this human experience. #STformativesongs

#10 - "What Good Am I" by Bob Dylan

This is the first of two Dylan songs on this list. This one is the one that taught me to be sure that the ideals inside me match the actions on the outside. It's sort of like the idea of being a sounding gong and clanging cymbal if I'm empty of love. No matter what I say I am and believe, it doesn't mean squat until my outside actions reinforce it. 

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What good am I some like all the rest

If I just turn away when I see how you're dressed

If I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry

What good am I?


What good am I if I know and don't do

If I see and don't say if I look right through you

If I turn a deaf ear to the thunderin' sky

What good am I?


What good am I while you softly weep

And I hear in my head what you say in your sleep

And I freeze in the moment like the rest who don't try

What good am I?


What good am I then to others and me

If I had every chance and yet still fail to see

If my hands are tied must I not wonder within

Who tied them and why and where must I have been


What good am I if I say foolish things

And I laugh in the face of what sorrow brings

And I just turn my back while you silently die

What good am I? 



Friday, April 9, 2021

[Link] Why Do Our Children Leave Christianity?

by Sam Williamson

Why do so many people—with incredible conversions—parent children who leave Christianity? History overflows with great saints whose offspring lose faith:

Samuel was a mighty prophet of God. His sons were a mess.

David was a man after God’s own heart. His children were a disaster.

Harvard, Yale, and Princeton were founded on the gospel. Now they lead the opposition.

I’ve witnessed dozens of families, churches, and ministries, who began with a furious fire of love for God whose next generation couldn’t blow a smoke ring.

Our children lose fire because of our mother-of-all-assumptions; we assume the gospel. Mack Stiles, in Marks of the Messenger, explains how we believers lose the gospel:

The gospel is Accepted —->

The gospel is Assumed —->

The gospel is Confused —->

The gospel is Lost

Stiles concludes like this: “For any generation to lose the gospel is tragic. But the generation that assumes the gospel … is most responsible for the loss of the gospel.

We are that generation. We are most responsible. Who has bewitched us?

Forgetting Conversion

It’s virtually 100% predictable that we are converted by one message and then preach another. We are converted by the unbelievable hope of God’s love for those who don’t deserve it, but we lecture on behavior. Everyone I know does it, even when we don’t want to. Including me. And I bet including you.

A friend of mine lived wildly until the age of thirty. He slept with scores of women, drank an ocean of beer, and was a self-admitted, abusive jerk. In a desperate time of loneliness, he heard the hope of the gospel and talked with Jesus. He became a pastor.

He was converted by grace, yet his sermons nagged and scolded:

  • You should never tell coarse jokes or cuss.
  • You should be generous, and that includes making sure you tip 20%.
  • You should always bring your Bible to church.
  • You should watch Fox News and never CNN. (I’m serious.)

Day after day, week after week, he proclaimed the Nike gospel, “Just do it!”

The Presumption of Assumption

One day I asked him why his messages concentrated on behavior and not the gospel. He replied, “My congregation knows the gospel. Now they just have to know what to do.” He assumed the gospel but wondered why his shrinking congregation was so joyless.

His own moral life was empowered by a gospel-fueled heart, but he scolded, rebuked, and ragged on behavior. In his personal life, he remembered, “What DID Jesus do?” yet he publicly harangued and lectured WWJD, “What WOULD Jesus do?”

Martin Luther wrote in his Commentary on Galatians,

Continually listen to the gospel that teaches not what I ought to do (for that is the job of the law), but what Jesus Christ has done for me. For that is the gospel.

The gospel is the primary article of all Christian truth. It is most necessary that we should know this article well, teach it to others, and beat it into our heads continually” (slightly edited).

The gospel is God’s love first, behavior second. Moralism doesn’t reject the gospel, it just forgets the gospel and emphasizes behavior. The Gospel is God’s initiation first, then our response. The heresy of the Pharisee is our initiation first, then God’s response.

We need to beat the gospel into our own heads continually, because we constantly assume it, confuse it, and lose it. And if we do, so will our kids.

Read the full article: https://beliefsoftheheart.com/2021/03/24/why-do-our-children-leave-christianity/

Wednesday, April 7, 2021

The truth about Charlie ... er, Seanie ... er ...

Someone asked me on the phone the other night about how did I reconcile my faith and many of the topics and characters I choose to write about in my stories and comics, etc. Then he said that my "open mind" (his words) was one of the things he liked about me, particularly considering where I used to work.

All of which got me to thinking.

Am I really that open-minded? I don't think so.

I think I'm far more tolerant than I am open-minded.

I share many of the same beliefs as other conservative fundamentalists. Really I do. But I just don't think that having those beliefs has to hamper my ability to develop genuine relationships with people who might disagree rigidly with me and I with them when it comes to politics, social conventions, religion, and who knows what else.

So, before anyone goes and labels me as open-minded, let me set the record straight. I'm not. Not really. My tolerance just disguises it some times. And I don't tend to advertise the individual tenets of what I believe apart from what I consider the big things like grace, forgiveness, and faith. Because the smaller things are just that, the smaller things.

It's not that I dislike the idea of being open-minded, and I guess to a degree I am. Maybe. I am willing to give ideas a chance, an opportunity. I believe Truth rises to the top, and therefore, I'm willing to accept that Truth, if it (or He/She) exists as I believe, has a way of making it's presence known in its creation. And particularly via the branch of theological ponderings I've grown to embrace.

But what I ultimately deem as Truth will determine my views on everything else. Purpose. Politics. Life. Law. Sex. Sexuality. Society. Human dignity. Poverty. Hunger. Gender. War. Peace. Economics. The world. Everything. That's why what we believe is called a world view.

But it doesn't have to prevent me from enjoying the company of people. Any people. All people. After all, I've got a great role model right at the top spot on the pyramid of my belief system.

Were I to wear my beliefs on my sleeve and tout my how they affect my political views, I'd probably lose a few of the folks on my friends list. Maybe. Or maybe not. Maybe I just somehow am lucky to meet people of a like-minded tolerance. Even toward Southern Baptists who live in the "Bible Belt."

So, why mention any of this? Because one of the things I really want to do here on LJ and everywhere else is be authentic. Perhaps painfully so sometimes, and perhaps embarrassingly so at others. Of perhaps even against the wishes of that little voice inside that says, "Don't mention that, you freakin' moron. Nobody likes a fundie. So hide the fact that deep down, you really are one. C'mon, boy, get a clue."

Oh well, just feeling introspective. This too shall pass, I'm sure.

Tuesday, April 6, 2021

15 Most Personal Songs (a musical apologetic) -- #10 Steve Taylor, "The Finish Line"

As a child of the 70s and 80s, I didn't have the luxury of computer games and social media to shape my thoughts. Instead, a lot of it came from the music I listened to. 

These are the top fifteen songs that helped to make me who I am and help keep me on track as a genuine person in this human experience. #STformativesongs

#10 - The Finish Line by Steve Taylor

Yes, this is another from CCM, but the reason it's so important to me is that it feels a lot more Flannery O'Conner than Billy Graham. This song knocks all the prestige and pride out of being a person of faith and shows life as tough and hard and kicking you when you're down just like it is for everyone, person of faith or not. And it says that ultimately it's all worth it. (Religiously, not because of anything I did, but because of something and someone imputed.) 

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Once upon an average morn

An average boy was born for the second time

Prone upon the altar there

He whispered up the prayer he'd kept hid inside


The vision came

He saw the odds

A hundred little gods on a gilded wheel

"These will vie to take your place, but Father,

by your grace I wil never kneel"


And I saw you, upright and proud

And I saw you wave to the crowd

And I saw you laughing out loud at the Philistines

And I saw you brush away rocks

And I saw you pull up your socks

And I saw you out of the blocks

For the finish line


Darkness falls

The devil stirs

And as your vision blurs you start stumbling

The heart is weak

The will is gone

And every strong conviction comes tumbling down


Malice rains

The acid guile is sucking at your shoes while the mud is fresh

It floods the trail

It bleeds you dry

As every little god buys its pound of flesh


And I saw you licking your wounds

And I saw you weave your cocoons

And I saw you changing your tunes for the party line

And I saw you welsh on old debts

I saw you and your comrades bum cigarettes

And you hemmed and you hawed

And you hedged all your bets

Waiting for a sign


Let's wash our hands as we throw little fits

Let's all wash our hands as we curse hypocrites

We're locked in the washroom turning old tricks

Deaf

And joyless

And full of it


The vision came

He saw the odds

A hundred little gods on a gilded wheel

"These have tried to take your place, but Father,

by your grace I will never kneel

I will never kneel..."


Off in the distance

Bloodied but wise

As you squint with the light of the truth in your eyes

And I saw you

Both hands were raised

And I saw your lips move in praise

And I saw you steady your gaze

For the finish line


Every idol like dust

A word scattered them all

And I rose to my feet when you scaled the last wall

And I gasped

When I saw you fall

In his arms

At the finish line

Friday, April 2, 2021

[Link] The Origins of America’s Unique and Spectacular Cruelty

What Happens When Societies Don’t Invest in Civilizing Themselves?

By Umair Haque

A friend, recently, told me a very interesting and telling story. She’d recently been in the States, where she was taking the subway to work, and she fell down, injuring her wrist. Not a single person helped her up — they all stared at her angrily as if to say: “you are going to make us late for work!!”. (Ironically, the train was full of doctors, nurses, and healthcare workers).

She contrasted that with London — where, the last year, when she’d broken a limb, and had a cast on, people would regularly, and very courteously, give up their seats on the tube.

It’s a tiny example. And perhaps you will say it’s just a meaningless anecdote. But by now, American cruelty is both legendary — and one of the world’s great unsolved mysteries. Just why would people in a rich country leave their neighbours to die for a lack of basic medicine, their young without good jobs or retirements, make their elderly work until their dying day, cripple students with lifelong debt, charge new mothers half of average income just to have a baby — not to mention shrug when their kids begin massacring each other at school? What motivates the kind of spectacular, unique, unimiaginable, and gruesome cruelty that we see in America, which exists nowhere else in the world?

See that pic above? It’s kids huddling under bulletproof blankets, doing “active shooter drills”. That’s what I mean by “unique and spectacular cruelty”. No kid should — ever — have to be traumatized and victimized like that, and indeed, even kids in Pakistan and Iran aren’t.

(And no, I don’t mean “all Americans”. I just mean something like “more” or maybe “enough”, if you want to think statistically, that the distribution of cruelty has fatter tails and a higher peak.)

My answer goes something like this. Americans, you must remember, grew up in the shadow of endless war. With two “sides” who championed atomic individualism, lionized competition and brutality, and despised weakness and fragility. And thus, America forgot — or maybe never evolved — the notion of a public interest. Each man for himself, everyone against everyone himself. So all there is left in America is extreme capitalism now. Few championed a more balanced, saner, healthier way of life, about a common good, about virtue, about a higher purpose. And in that way, America has become something like, ironically enough, a mirror image of its great enemy, the Soviet Union. It is a totalist society, run by and for one end — only a slightly different one: money.

Read the full article: https://eand.co/the-origins-of-americas-unique-and-spectacular-cruelty-74a91f53ce29


Wednesday, March 31, 2021

A New Word for Christian?

 One of my favorite writers, John Fischer, once asked: Do you ever wish we had a new word for "Christian?" I bet there are a lot of people out there who would be Christians if they didn’t have to become a "Christian" to be one.

To me, John Fischer is a guy who "gets it." A man of faith whose faith deals with the real stuff of life, not the stuff of political activists or irrelevant evangelists or poor communicators with big plans and no skills at getting them across. He's a guy who is able to say the important things about why people dislike so much people who believe what I believe. And he's right most every time, I've come to believe.


People don't like us because by and large...

  • We're fake.
  • We're hypocritical.
  • We're judgmental.
  • We're known more by what we stand against than what we stand for.
  • We're loud and opinionated.
  • We dress funny. (Well, at least on those horrible TV networks.)
  • We fit in the real world like a black and white TV with rabbit ears fits with a new Game Cube.
  • We throw around language that doesn't mean anything to people.
  • We think we're better than others.
  • We think we're right. All the time.
  • We're unfriendly.
  • We're a clique.
  • We play at being pious.
  • We don't feel comfortable associating with non-religous people.
  • We ask people to change who they are before we'll accept them.
  • We want converts, not friends.
  • We are terribly condescending.
  • We like ideals better than people.
  • We focus on rules more than living.
  • We can't even get along among ourselves.
  • And most of the time we end up disproving what we say we believe more than proving it.

It's a painful list to make. And I could go on.

But there's another side. I've seen the soft underbelly of my faith that doesn't get shown on the news. I've seen the man with AIDS who shook my hand and hugged me and said thank you. And I asked him, "For what?" because it didn't seem right for a man to have to thank me for being human to him. I've seen more "Mother Teresa's" at work in storefront centers, helping kids graduate high school and helping people learn job skills to get a better job than fast food. I've seen people I know give their last few dollars of their monthly budget just because someone had a need.

A Christian I know once asked me if I joined an online journaling community so I could "share my faith" with people. That's a tough question to answer for me.

First, because I can't get away from "sharing my faith" with anyone I know. My faith is part of what makes me, well, me. It comes with the package, so to speak, and I'm not going to apologize for it being there. So, I guess, simply by the nature of "being" I'm "sharing my faith" -- at least in one sense.

Second, it really gets down to what people mean when they say, "sharing my faith." If by it they mean, did I join to make a bunch of converts to my way of thinking, then the answer is no. Plain and simple.

I joined social media and blogging communities because I like getting to know people. All people. Particularly people who don't believe the same as me. My life would be really boring with just me-clones around. And to be honest, I don't like most Christians I know either. For all the same reasons many other people don't.

Would I like for my friends to believe what I do? Sure. I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't. Is any friendship contingent on it? Of course not. Never will be. I consider it an honor that many of the people I've met in LJ continue to give me the time of day once they learn that I'm "one of those religious types" -- albeit a far cuter and less stereotypical one, I hope. I'm fortunate to be given the opportunity to be a friend in spite of the baggage my world view brings with it.

In fact, I received today what I consider one of the highest compliments I've ever received, bar none. An friend said I was the "nicest Christian I know." (Okay, she added some other stuff about my fascination with fishnets, but that's for the other essay I promised.)

And the worst part...

I start to get pretty proud of myself when I mention things like that.

Which just goes to show how much I still don't get it myself, after all.

Tuesday, March 30, 2021

15 Most Personal Songs (a musical apologetic) -- #11 Carolyn Arends, "Reaching"

As a child of the 70s and 80s, I didn't have the luxury of computer games and social media to shape my thoughts. Instead, a lot of it came from the music I listened to. 

These are the top fifteen songs that helped to make me who I am and help keep me on track as a genuine person in this human experience. #STformativesongs

#11 - Reaching by Carylon Arends

This one and an upcoming one are probably the most religious songs on this list, and primarily because they stirred in me spiritual seeking rather than actual any kind of doctrinal leanings. They taught me to seek truth, not systems or organizations. This one in particular always reinforced for me that there really is a truth with a capital T. We are just in the wrong place to explain it or put it in a box now. It's like the color blue to me. Whatever you choose to call it, or however you define it, there is an intrinsic "something" that we relate to as blue. This song reminds me that it's not just blue that fits that understanding for me. 

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There's a time I can recall

Four years old and three feet tall

Trying to touch the stars and the cookie jar

And both were out of reach


And later on in my high school

It seemed to me a little cruel

How the right words to say always seemed to stay

Just out of reach


Well, I should not have thought it strange

That growing causes growing pains

'Cause the more we learn the more we know

We don't know anything


But still it seems a tragic fate

Living with this quiet ache

The constant strain for what remains

Just out of reach


We are reaching for the future

We are reaching for the past

And no matter what we have we reach for more

We are desperate to discover

What is just beyond our grasp

But maybe that's what Heaven is for


There are times I can't forget

Dressed up in my Sunday best

Trying not to squirm and to maybe learn

A bit of what the preacher preached


And later lying in the dark

I felt a stirring in my heart

And though I longed to see what could not be seen

I still believed


I guess, I shouldn't think it odd

Until we see the face of God

The yearning deep within us tells us

There's more to come


So when we taste of the divine

It leaves us hungry every time

For one more taste of what awaits

When Heaven's Gates are reached


We are reaching for the future

We are reaching for the past

And no matter what we have, we reach for more

We are desperate to discover

What is just beyond our grasp

But maybe that's what Heaven is for

I believe that's what Heaven is for


There's a time I can recall

Four years old and three feet tall

Trying to touch the stars and the cookie jar

And both were out of reach


Friday, March 26, 2021

[Link] Dregs of Culture

by Sam Williamson

I was in a college ministry that targeted its evangelism for one purpose: to select future leaders. I’m ashamed to admit we called this process, “Selective Evangelism.”

We felt that we could recognize future spiritual dynamos by their past high school triumphs. We pursued unbelieving men and women who excelled at sports, academics, and (I’m even more ashamed to admit) who had a sense of coolness about them.

The ministry chose to target evangelism to those cool students because it felt it could discern God’s future go-getters based on natural gifting. It clung to this heresy despite God’s direct rebuke to the prophet Samuel who thought he could pick Israel’s next king by his good looks.

I suppose we thought we were smarter or more spiritual than one of God’s greatest prophets.

But the humanistic virus that infected that ministry still flourishes in modern Christendom. Look at how many mega-church pastors are good-looking and just plain cool: almost every one of them.  And those who don’t look cool spend their money on ratty jeans and tattooed sleeves.

The worst part is that believers in the pew begin to doubt God’s impact through their own lives simply because their body shape is pear, their intellect is lower than Einstein’s, and the only sport they excel at is shuffleboard.

As though God needs Joel Osteen’s smile to part the Red Sea.

Read the full article: https://beliefsoftheheart.com/2021/03/10/dregs-of-culture/

Wednesday, March 24, 2021

No Great Religious Poetry


There is no great religious poetry that 
does not raise -- as crucial to its enterprise
-- the question of whether it is open to the 
charge of blasphemy, even as there is no 
great erotic art that does not raise the 
question of whether it is open to the 
charge of pornography.

-- Christopher Ricks,
Bob Dylan's Vision of Sin 

Tuesday, March 23, 2021

15 Most Personal Songs (a musical apologetic) -- #12 Ideola, "Go Ask the Dead Man"

As a child of the 70s and 80s, I didn't have the luxury of computer games and social media to shape my thoughts. Instead, a lot of it came from the music I listened to. 

These are the top fifteen songs that helped to make me who I am and help keep me on track as a genuine person in this human experience. #STformativesongs

#12 - Go Ask the Dead Man - Ideola

Mark Heard did a little experiment that became one of my favorite albums of all time. Yes, all time. Ideola was a sort of pre-techno, alternative-adjacent slice of weirdness that had more to say about life than anything else that came out musically at the time. But the song that really stuck with me from it was this one -- "Go Ask the Dead Man." How valuable are even the things we don't like and don't wish to have to go through? How important are the people in our lives? How valuable are the things we take for granted? Well, to the man who can no longer experience them, I bet they're pretty much priceless. This song reminds me to live in a way that sees that priceless quality of ordinary things each day. 

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What's the worth of one warm smile?

Go and ask the dead man

How bright the light in loved ones’ eyes?

Go ask the dead man

Where's the charm in cloudy skies?

Go and ask the dead man

Oh go ask the dead man


Who has eyes for an evening sun?

Go and ask the dead man

The smell of earth, the sound of storms?

Go ask the dead man

How intense is the lightest touch?

Go and ask the dead man

Oh go ask the dead man


They say dead men tell no tales

But if you want to hear your own heart beating

Listen well, listen well

Go ask the dead man

Go ask the dead man



Friday, March 19, 2021

By Our (G)Love(s)

 I love this. By our love, not by our gloves.

I once wrong an essay (in the dark ages before digital) called "They Will Know We Are Christians by Our Gloves." Gloves are things you can put on and take off when it's convenient. Love is a character trait that you can ignore occasionally, but if it's really and truly a part of you, not for long. Character is who you are. Costumes are not.



Tuesday, March 16, 2021

15 Most Personal Songs (a musical apologetic) -- #13 Tonio K, "You Will Go Free"

As a child of the 70s and 80s, I didn't have the luxury of computer games and social media to shape my thoughts. Instead, a lot of it came from the music I listened to. 

These are the top fifteen songs that helped to make me who I am and help keep me on track as a genuine person in this human experience. #STformativesongs

#13 - You Will Go Free by Tonio K

I discovered Tonio K back when I was working as a teenager, and a little bit of each paycheck each week went into a new cassette. Yes, cassettes. That was the player I had in my car. Anyway... Tonio K. was one of those troubadours who could turn religious concepts into stuff that almost anyone would want to hear without reigning down judgment or trying to create a false dichotomy between religious people and non-religious people, less religious and more spiritual (as the saying goes). As such, this song hit me hard and helped me understand that we are all in the same need because we are all inhabiting the same world.

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You've been a prisoner
Been a prisoner all your life
Held captive in an alien world
Where they hold your need for love to your throat like a knife

And they make you jump
And they make you do tricks
They take what started off as such an innocent heart
And they break it and break it and break it
Until it almost can't be found

Well i don't know when
And it don't know how
I don't know how long it's gonna take
I don't know how hard it will be
But i know
You will go free

You can call it the devil
Call it the big lie
Call it a fallen world
What ever it is it ruins almost everything we try

It's the sins of the fathers
It's the choices we make
It's people screaming without making a sound
From prison cells in paradise
Where we're chained to our mistakes

Well i don't know when
And it don't know how
I don't know how much it's gonna cost you
Probably everything
But i know
You will go free

You can't see your jailer
You can't see the bars
You can't turn your head round fast enough
But it's everywhere you are
It's all around you

And everywhere you walk this prison yard surrounds you
But in the midst of all this darkness
In the middle of this night
I see truth cut through this curtain like a laser
Like a pure and holy light

And i know i can't touch you now
And i don't want to speak too soon
But when we get sprung
From out of our cages baby
God knows what we might do

Well i don't know when
And it don't know how
I don't know if you'll be leaving alone
Or if you'll be leaving with me
But i know
You will go free



Friday, March 12, 2021

[Link] A Dr. Seuss Expert Cuts Through the Noise on the Cancel Culture Controversy

By Adrienne Westenfeld

On March 2, the nation’s annual Read Across America Day (a holiday once synonymous with Dr. Seuss, designated on this date to honor his birthday), Dr. Seuss Enterprises released an unexpected statement. The venerable author’s estate announced that it has decided to end publication and licensure of six books by Theodor Seuss Geisel, including his first book under his celebrated pen name, And to Think That I Saw It on Mulberry Street (published in 1937), and If I Ran the Zoo (published in 1950). “These books portray people in ways that are hurtful and wrong,” the statement read, alluding to their appalling racial and ethnic stereotypes.

The estate’s decision prompted days of relentless cable news coverage from Fox News, as well as cries about “cancel culture” from prominent conservatives, including House Minority Leader Kevin McCarthy, who accused Democrats of “outlawing Dr. Seuss” on the House floor. Sales of Seuss’ most-beloved books skyrocketed amid the discourse, topping Amazon and Barnes and Noble’s online bestseller charts throughout the week. Meanwhile, copies of the now-discounted books soared in price, with resellers listing those titles for up to $500 on eBay.

Dr. Philip Nel, a distinguished professor of children’s literature at Kansas State University and the author of Was The Cat in the Hat Black?, tells Esquire that this conversation about racism and prejudice in Seuss’ books has been underway for decades. Even during the author’s lifetime, Nel reports, Seuss was roundly criticized for racial and gender stereotypes in his books, yet he was also the author of actively anti-racist narratives, like Horton Hears a Who and The Sneetches. Nel spoke with Esquire by phone to explain how we should understand this ongoing conversation about updating and curating Seuss' legacy, as well as how we should talk to children about books that contain racist content.

Read the full article: https://www.esquire.com/entertainment/books/a35738910/dr-seuss-racism-books-cancel-culture-interview/

Tuesday, March 9, 2021

15 Most Personal Songs (a musical apologetic) -- #14 Billy Joel, "Piano Man"

As a child of the 70s and 80s, I didn't have the luxury of computer games and social media to shape my thoughts. Instead, a lot of it came from the music I listened to. 

These are the top fifteen songs that helped to make me who I am and help keep me on track as a genuine person in this human experience. #STformativesongs

#14 - Piano Man by Billy Joel

This was one of the first songs to really play out the truth of how unhappy people are and just how far kindness can go when you encounter them. Other songs (like "Lonely People" by America) had touched on it, but this one really drove home the point with stories from people who actually felt real. It's like a Raymond Carver collection set to music.  

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It's nine o'clock on a Saturday

Regular crowd shuffles in

There's an old man sittin' next to me

Makin' love to his tonic and gin

He says: "Son can you play me a memory?"

I'm not really sure how it goes

But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete

When I wore a younger man's clothes

La-la-la de-de da


La-la de-de da da-da

Sing us a song you're the piano man

Sing us a song tonight

Well we're all in the mood for a melody

And you've got us feelin' alright


Now John at the bar is a friend of mine

He gets me my drinks for free

And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke

But there's someplace that he'd rather be

He says Bill I believe this is killing me

As a smile ran away from his face

Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star

If I could get out of this place


Oh, la-la-la de-de da

La-la de-de da da-da


Now Paul is a real estate novelist

Who never had time for a wife

And he's talkin' with Davy who's still in the navy

And probably will be for life

And the waitress is practicing politics

As the businessmen slowly get stoned

Yes they're sharing a drink they call loneliness

But it's better than drinkin' alone


Sing us the song you're the piano man

Sing us a song tonight

Well we're all in the mood for a melody

And you've got us feelin' alright


It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday

And the manager gives me a smile

'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see

To forget about life for a while

And the piano it sounds like a carnival

And the microphone smells like a beer

And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar

And say man what are you doin' here?


Oh, la-la-la de-de da

La-la de-de da da-da

Sing us the song you're the piano man

Sing us a song tonight

Well we're all in the mood for a melody

And you've got us feelin' alright



Tuesday, March 2, 2021

15 Most Personal Songs (a musical apologetic) --#15 Rush, "Subdivisions"

The top fifteen songs that helped to make me who I am and help keep me on track as a geniune person in this human experience. #STformativesongs\

#15 - Subdivisions by Rush

This song reminds me to be involved with and a part of people rather than letting myself be pulled into a separate existence away from them. As a blend of introvert and extrovert with a tendency to pull away when things are stressful, I need this reminder to open up my emotional property lines. 

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Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order
An insulated border
In-between the bright lights
And the far, unlit unknown

Growing up, it all seems so one-sided
Opinions all provided
The future pre-decided
Detached and subdivided
In the mass-production zone
Nowhere is the dreamer
Or the misfit so alone

Subdivisions
In the high school halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out

Subdivisions
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out

Any escape might help to smooth
The unattractive truth
But the suburbs have no charms to soothe
The restless dreams of youth

Drawn like moths, we drift into the city
The timeless old attraction
Cruising for the action
Lit up like a firefly
Just to feel the living night

Some will sell their dreams for…

 


Tuesday, February 23, 2021

Flipping the Script... Yes, Please...

As those of us who claim to believe and follow the Christianity that so many politicians tend to swing around like a "vote for me" sign weigh our choices, let's be sure not to forget the character we're supposed to aspire to. 

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law. (Galatians 5:22-23, NASB)

Sometimes I feel like we have these two backwards, and by "we" I mean those of us who claim to be "little Christs," particularly when we approach the public forum.

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law. (Galatians 5:22-23)

The acts of the flesh are obvious: ...hatred, discord, jealousy, fits of rage, selfish ambition, dissensions, factions... (Galatians 5:19-20)