NotforSale
03-22-2011, 05:09 PM
My son and I were conversing the other day and he shared with me a very interesting fact about those in the music industry. He is good friends with a man who has been involved with professional musicians for decades, and this man told my son, “The most successful musical artists are those with extreme highs and lows, spending very little time in the middle.”
This sparked a personal conclusion of my own, realizing that those who give us much in life are those who have seen our existence from a very dramatic perspective. This includes Faith, as the deepest songs we sing come from those who’ve experienced unbelievable trauma and grief. It appears that the discovery of who we really are must come from those who’ve formed a thought from the Valley of Death.
But the sadness of this is we glean from the heart that has been broken into a million pieces, without wanting see our own heart broken. We almost hear their personal cry through the poetic verses of melody, as a song can come alive as a balm to our own woe, all at the cost of another’s radical storm. At times, I’ve literally felt like a song was about me, while the pain of the lyrics told my own story, and I was grateful I understood.
This whole thought led me to think about our level of thinking within the Church. When people enter the realm of Faith and modern Church dynamics, there seems to be this theft of identity in order to maintain a unity that is never obtained. We fear the extremes of humanity, so we try to cement people into the middle somewhere. If for some reason these people break free and dabble in the extremes, we get nervous because failure will leave its scar.
There seems to be this never ending “Shove” by Denominal pressure to keep people in the middle; don’t let them get out, because the plight of risk and failure might destroy them. We don’t even realize it, but this creates a Church full of demented co-dependency where children never grow up.
The more I thought about this the more I realized, our unwillingness to bend into the ugliness of who we actually are has created a stale song, a bland poem, and irrational grace. We’ve become Religious zombies, using Surrogates while in the company of Church believers, while in the corners of our real World we cry for the escape to be real.
The message of Jesus proclaiming people have different talents and abilities is a faint whisper against the clanging bell of Apostolic boredom. God’s Creation announces variety and difference, where the snowflake, the ant, and the blazing sunset declare the stunning clarity of variation. Church today has asphyxiated many with Tradition who were daring, almost devious with the lust for discovery; we’re just afraid to let people fly. They might crash, they might burn, but the future depends on such individuals.
I’m doing my best to implore people to be everything they can be! Don’t let Society, Faith, or others stop your pursuit to be who you are. You may wind up like the Prodigal Son, and what would the Bible be without such stories!! The Song of Scripture would be stale without the failure of man, and someone must give us that Hope!
This sparked a personal conclusion of my own, realizing that those who give us much in life are those who have seen our existence from a very dramatic perspective. This includes Faith, as the deepest songs we sing come from those who’ve experienced unbelievable trauma and grief. It appears that the discovery of who we really are must come from those who’ve formed a thought from the Valley of Death.
But the sadness of this is we glean from the heart that has been broken into a million pieces, without wanting see our own heart broken. We almost hear their personal cry through the poetic verses of melody, as a song can come alive as a balm to our own woe, all at the cost of another’s radical storm. At times, I’ve literally felt like a song was about me, while the pain of the lyrics told my own story, and I was grateful I understood.
This whole thought led me to think about our level of thinking within the Church. When people enter the realm of Faith and modern Church dynamics, there seems to be this theft of identity in order to maintain a unity that is never obtained. We fear the extremes of humanity, so we try to cement people into the middle somewhere. If for some reason these people break free and dabble in the extremes, we get nervous because failure will leave its scar.
There seems to be this never ending “Shove” by Denominal pressure to keep people in the middle; don’t let them get out, because the plight of risk and failure might destroy them. We don’t even realize it, but this creates a Church full of demented co-dependency where children never grow up.
The more I thought about this the more I realized, our unwillingness to bend into the ugliness of who we actually are has created a stale song, a bland poem, and irrational grace. We’ve become Religious zombies, using Surrogates while in the company of Church believers, while in the corners of our real World we cry for the escape to be real.
The message of Jesus proclaiming people have different talents and abilities is a faint whisper against the clanging bell of Apostolic boredom. God’s Creation announces variety and difference, where the snowflake, the ant, and the blazing sunset declare the stunning clarity of variation. Church today has asphyxiated many with Tradition who were daring, almost devious with the lust for discovery; we’re just afraid to let people fly. They might crash, they might burn, but the future depends on such individuals.
I’m doing my best to implore people to be everything they can be! Don’t let Society, Faith, or others stop your pursuit to be who you are. You may wind up like the Prodigal Son, and what would the Bible be without such stories!! The Song of Scripture would be stale without the failure of man, and someone must give us that Hope!