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Dangerously Irrelevant January 26, 2007

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I can’t help it.  I can’t!  I’m trying, but I can’t.  For the sake of all you Christians out there, I try to keep it quiet but what can I say?

I HATE! HATE! HATE! the fact that the God’s church, Christ’s body is slipping into irrelevancy.  And it’s a fact.  This is not just my opinion; this is not just what I think.  This is the reality of things.  Christians have become so isolated that they are actually creating their own enemies.  People who consider themselves followers of Christ are actually trying to distance themselves from Christians because we have a narrow-minded, bigoted, self-righteous attitude toward the world.  And I CAN’T TAKE IT ANY FRIKIN’ MORE!

99.5% of the people you meet on the street don’t care about the creation vs evolution debate or the merits of the Baptist creed as opposed to the Lutherans or secondary separation or whether your preacher wears a tie, carries the right Bible or spends his Tuesday evenings in a barn chanting OOW BOPADOO.  But we think these things are important.  Somehow, the Christian sub culture has convinced us that this is what we’re supposed to be doing.  We’re supposed to be campaigning for the Republicans, trying to get the Supreme Court to reverse itself, and crush all those who oppose us.

Christians, wake up!  You are becoming irrelevant, marginalized, insignificant.  The faith you purport to believe in is BIGGER than anything in the universe, but you are just a cog on an insignificant gear in the big, huge machine of religion that is going to fall off the face of the earth one of these days and no one is going to miss it.

[ERIK BELLOWS IN FRUSTRATION!]

All my careful writing skills are at a fault.  I can’t embody the emotions I’m trying to vent here, and I apologize.

MY GOD, people!  Don’t you realize that Jesus Christ walked among people.  He didn’t do programs, didn’t run political campaigns, didn’t screen movies or conduct marriage seminars.  He embraced lepers; he made whores into close confidants; he let blind men lead the way.

He called religious people VIPERS, OPEN SEPULCHRES, HYPOCRITES.  He raged against those who commercialized his Father’s House.  He made fools of those who thought they had this whole faith thing figured out.

AHHH!!!!!!! I’m just so frustrated, I don’t even have words.  Why am I frustrated?  Amy Lee.

You don’t know who Amy Lee is, do you?  Of course not.  Amy Lee is the lead singer of the band Evanescence.  She was once a faithful believer in Christ.  She studied classical music; started a band with her best friend, Ben Moody.  They had met at a church camp.

They just wanted to have a band.  They didn’t want to be “Christian rock” stars.  They just wanted to sing about the struggles they face, about the difficulties of living life.  It was at their heart, and the frustrations came out in the music.

But someone decided to sell them to the “Christian” market.  Their stuff was too radical.  People started attacking them because they were honest.  This is what Ben said in response:

We want people to know that your salvation is not going to keep people from hurting you and it’s not going to stop you from feeling pain. But you are not alone. God made you the way you are for a reason. There are other people who think, feel, and dream the same way you do and Christ will never abandon you whether you go through trials or not. I think that’s why we fell into the “goth” category. We’re just emotional and we find that embracing your “dark emotions” and not denying them brings you one step closer to happiness. You’ll never be able to love other people and share the love of Christ with others until you look at yourself through Christ’s eyes and aceept yourself they way He accepts you.

They weren’t trying to hide their faith.  They just wanted to do music!  They didn’t want to be pigeon-holed.  But the Christian subculture said that music that struggles with stuff isn’t Christian.  We have to have pat answers, have to have things figured out.  So, because their music didn’t fit the Christian formula, and because they didn’t sign with a “Christian” label, they were called sell-outs and heretics.  People got all over their case, and so the band distanced themselves from the Christian lunatics.

In 2003, Ben flipped and dropped the F+bomb in an interview because people kept insisting the band was a “secret Christian” band with a dark agenda for converting people to their faith.   He later apologized, but it was enough to get Evanescence’s album, Fallen, pulled from Christian bookstores everywhere.

Eventually, Ben left the band.  So did David Hodges, who actually plays with a Christian band now.  But Amy Lee, the talented singer and tormented soul at the center of Evanescence, stayed.  She went from struggle to struggle, and now, she claims to have been “freed” from what was holding her back.

[BELLOW AGAIN!]

Was Christ holding her back or were Christians with their thick-headed, blind-eyed hatred of all things chaotic?  These people just can’t accept that people can be Christians and record on “normal” record labels.

Of course, I’ve never seen a plumber who plasters “Christian” all over his truck.  Have you?  You know why?  CUZ HE’S A PLUMBER!  Yes, he’s a Christian, but he’s a plumber.

If people would have just left Amy alone, how would this most recent album have been different?  She was struggling with stuff, publicly.  And the Christian scene cut her to ribbons!  I would walk out on them too!  Who needs a faith that critiques you for being honest?

The tortured soul is part of our Christian tradition – or have we not read Ecclesiastes and Psalms recently?  Ecclesiastes is about as GOTH as you can get.  Graphic language is as integral to the Hebrew of the Old Testament as praise language is.  This is stupid; this is foolish; this is DANGEROUS!

For crying out loud!  Break some STUPID RULES, love some UNDESIRABLES, and finally MATTER to the world you’re supposed to be bringing hope to!  Stop picking fights with people who see things differently and get some work done.

Your Sacred Something January 20, 2007

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A lot of people think they have never seen God in action.  He is an idea to be regarded occasionally at best, but for the most part he is to be ignored or relegated to the pile of things we should probably think about one day when we have the time and nothing more important is on television.

My simplest joys are a little bizarre.  I love to walk in the rain.  There’s something about the water falling from the sky – like a million fresh kisses of life.  It covers you, gets into everything and you’re transformed.  The world is enormous in a rainstorm.  It feels compressed and expanded at the same time.  And you can meet God in a rainstorm.

Every day you meet the divine and never know it.   It saturates our existence.  The sacred is everywhere because God made everything.  Like rain, it gets everywhere and into everything.  It’s beautifully chaotic and yet organized and it fuels life.  It takes the yellow dryness of my being, permeates the fabric of me, and turns it into something green and vibrant.

The Bible makes some pretty radical claims about God, like that whole “in the beginning God created” bit.  I’m not so sure that the Genesis 1 account of creation is meant to be taken literally, and I’m not so sure that even if it can be that it should be.  But I do know that the whole Bible makes it pretty clear that God is engaged in the world.  To what extent might be debated, but he’s definitely around.

One of my goals in life is to start seeing the sacred in everything – that part of the fabric of our universe that lets me know there is a God, I matter to him, and more importantly, he matters to the world. 

I want to have my existence soaked in God’s presence, because it already is but I don’t appreciate it.

I need to feel the tickle of his presence when I see a tree, the brush of his hand when I let the wind blow through my hair.

There’s something spiritual about human contact that I haven’t grasped yet, something supernatural about the embrace of friends.  To be honest, it’s like hugging someone is hugging God.  It is almost as if we incarnate Jesus’ words: “What you’ve done to the least of these, you have done to me.”

That kind of frightens me.  When I embrace someone, am I doing it with sincerity?  Would I shake God’s hand with the same thoughts in my head about him as I have for that cheating jerk I greeted at the car dealership the other day?  I’d almost rather not touch people than deal with having to hug them AND God at the same time.

But that’s the point, isn’t it?  Most of us don’t see the sacred.  We see just flesh and blood, just a person to greet or teach or help or ignore.  They aren’t Jesus to us.

And we walk down streets and look at trees and mountains and oceans and even man made stuff like cars and buildings and miss the God-stuff that is right in front of us.

See, we’re missing the sacred something.  There’s an element of HIM everywhere, in everything.  And he’s not hiding, but we’re not looking.  That part of our spirit is just cut off.  It doesn’t work; there’s no electricity flowing through the wires.

We’re missing a huge part of who we are and who God is because we look for the sacred something somewhere it isn’t.  We look in books and theologies and churches and service; and we forget that God is bigger than that stuff.  He fills places; places do not fill him.

Everything is sacred, every place a temple.  There is no place that God isn’t, therefore there is no place that is not sanctified.

How many times was Moses on Mount Sinai before he ran into a burning bush?  How often did Isaiah go to the Temple to pray and then one day, POOF!  There’s God’s throne?   The freaky thing is that the sacred was there all the time.  They just NOTICED it those times.

So, what’s your sacred something?  What part of this world or your life or someone else’s life is telling you a message from God and you’re listening to some other voice?  What is it that God is going to use to cut through the white noise in your head and touch your heart?

Embracing Beauty January 5, 2007

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I grew up in a culture of censorship.  There is no easy or gentle way to put it.  I grew up as a fundamentalist Christian, in a pastor’s home.  Everything we did, said and experienced was subject to intense scrutiny.   Everything was about what NOT to do, what sins you MIGHT slip into if you “dabbled” with things.  It was a culture of fear and paranoia.

It may sound a bit judgmental, but it is true.  I felt like there was a right way to do everything, and more than that there were only certain things that were the “right” things.  You had to avoid the bad things because they were sin.  And the bad things were stuff like co-ed swimming (GASP!), going to the movies (or plays), listening to “jungle music”, dancing to said jungle music, showing interest in members of the opposite gender, having physical contact with individuals of said opposite gender and just about anything else that might be remotely fun to do.

I really don’t have the time to tirade about all these things, so let’s just pick one at random – let’s go with the physical contact one.  I was once told that if I was ice skating with a girl and she started to slip, I should let her fall because that was the proper thing for a Christian young man to do.  At the time, I accepted this because the person who told me to do it was a very respected Christian leader.

Today, I realize that we put this stupid concept of “no PC” ahead of being a true gentleman.  Touching a girl isn’t going to get her pregnant!  And people who think that stopping a girl from getting a bloody nose is some kind of erotic turn on have some serious sexual confusion.

The reality is that people tried so desperately to isolate me from the influences of the world that when I was exposed to them I rushed headlong into them.  I did a LOT more than just help a girl from falling when I got the chance because I had been forbidden so much.  What is forbidden is attractive, even tempting, and when we think we can get away with it, we take that forbidden fruit and relish it.

I really believe that this kind of Christianity is lazy.  It seeks simple solutions to complex situations – a right and wrong where some discussion and interaction suits the matter better.  I think it is because we are too busy serving up our custom-made, in-bred type of faith and aren’t willing to invest time, patience, and love into those who need it most.  So we come up with quick formulas and inexplicably complex standards and hope it is enough.

Christ never said to his disciples, “Just don’t!  Ok?  Just don’t!”  There was always an explanation, always a loving reprimand.  There was SUBSTANCE to the way he taught us to live, not just STANDARDS used to gauge the spirituality of an activity.

One of my students takes hip-hop dance lessons.  I can’t dance (I am, after all, white and Baptist), so hip-hop holds no attraction to me, but she loves it.  All her life she has been told that it is evil and wrong.  In fact, I think she didn’t mention it to me because she wasn’t sure what kind of reaction the pastor would have to this.  Honestly, I love it.  I think it is fabulous and awesome and down-right worshipful that God gave her this love for something that she can pour herself into and feel alive.

Once, the apostle Paul explained God to a group of pagan Greeks this way: “He [God] did not leave himself without a witness, in that He did good, gave us rain from heaven and fruitful seasons, filling our hearts with food and gladness.” [Acts 14:17]

He did good…he filled our hearts with gladness.  This is what God does.  The beauties of our lives are gifts from God – whether it is my daughter’s little alto giggle or embracing the beauty of dance or hearing Bono weep in song for the innocents of this age. 

So, I guess I choose to embrace beauty rather than fear sin.  Wherever I see it, I want to just cry out – “GOD DID THIS!  GOD MADE THIS!”  Rather than fearing the devil is going to use art to drag me down, I believe God will use art to lift me up. 

“The earth is the LORD’s, and ALL its fulness.” [Psalm 24:1]