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Country: United Kingdom Metro: Oxford Birthday: 8/13/1979 Gender: Male
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| One WayOh man, I am truly almost in tears. I am serious. Larry Norman, the guy that was a total voice to his generation during the late 60s and 70s died today. He was the guy that I listened to over and over again as I was learning how to be a Christian in high school. He was the guy that I thought I should totally be like.
This is a pretty rough youtube recording but you should listen to him. He wrote this song, "the Great American Novel," in the early 70s when the Vietnam war had torn the nation apart for a decade, ignited social movements and had begun to turn nasty with forays into Cambodia and Laos. He was at the Vanguard of a movement of hippies that had become burned out and pretty disillusioned with the limits of free love, narcotic experimentation and eastern mysticism.
Beginning in LA, he and others like him comitted to live simply and connect Christ with alternative culture. Wearing the same long hair and unkempt clothes as the culture around them, Norman and others pledged to take Christ to the streets. Calling themselves 'Jesus People' they recast Christ as hippy. Long hair, sandals, beard, Jesus became the alternative to a counter-culture that had lost its way, vearing into self-absoption and narcissism. Simplicity, faith, trust, these were the antidotes to modern societies' problems: "I don't have all the answers, I've only got one, that a man leaves his darkness when he follows the Son," became for Norman the foundation for a social and religious movement. At times edging close to Millenarianism with songs such as "Wish we'd all been ready" Norman seemed to tap into fears of destruction brought on by the Cold War, Civil Rights-turned-militant, and growing economic a political turmoil in the Middle East. Through it all, he sustained a clear vision of Christ as modern savior. With songs such as "Why should the Devil have all the good music," Norman challened the Christian status quo, advocating that Christianity and rock and roll could sing sweetly with one another. The Jesus People slogan, "One Way," became an emblem for a generation of young Christians who rediscovered traditional Christianity through the lens of hippy culture. At many concerts, Norman would finish songs and the audience would simply point a finger upwards and say "One Way." His album, Only Visiting This Planet is widely considered the best contemporary Christian recording project in the first twenty years of the genre. However, when I heard him the first time, I just wanted to be radical for Jesus like him. He gave me a model for following God when I was very young: all or nothing. Obviously this might temper with age, but at the time, that is just what I needed. A version of "The Great American Novel" by Larry Norman http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zTlr-73DQq8 | | |
| good fridayI am moved to write today, obvously. I mean being moved today to write does not seem like an enormously radical thing. It's Good Friday: the day Christ was crucified. I guess I am always left thinking to myself on Good Fridays of the past whether there is anything "new" to think about. I try to meditate on the life of Christ, or maybe the betrayal scene with Judas, or Peter's denial, and try to get inspired about how my life might resonate with those events. Ususally, I am just left thinking, "Wow, Jesus was betrayed...that is incredible" but I have sort of a simplistic, sort of quasi-banal outlook on the whole thing. Like is it really all that radical to think, "Wow Jesus died?"
What I am saying is that usually on Good Friday I know I am supposed to feel something, to be moved to an emotional response to the narrative of Christ's passion, but more often than not I am left with just some basic factual information. Jesus died, and his friends left him. Jesus died, and the world around him, whether cultural or political (Jews and Romans) rejected him. Jesus died, and his suffering was agony. All of that...all of those facts, but not some profound insights into how that is supposed to change things or make me feel.
I could go the tradtional route, the route of Catholics and many formal Protestant tradtions and "just do the liturgy." I think they have it right in a lot of ways. You say and participate in the liturgy whether you feel like it or not. Like I was reading some meditations on the Vatican's website and one of the prayers said, "Give us the tears we lack." I think they have it right. I lack so many tears.
I could go the Evangelical route; mostly a conglomeration of new and old traditions, spiked with a bit of spontaneity that really isn't. Like, "let's do a passion play and see if people will get saved." or "lets do a Good Friday Experience where we are part of Christ's Passion." These are all great things, don't get me wrong. I guess I just need to connect with it somehow.
All I know today is that seemingly the world has become a place of night. The world has become a garden of blood-sweated tears that is covered in a shroud of anxiety, anger, and pain. But do Christians make it lighter? A world in which believers reject Climate Change that will affect the poorest amongst us. A world in which hundreds of pastors yesterday traveled to my state's capital to protest against anti-discrimination laws for homosexuals; a world that seeminly has been made darker at times by Christians. By me. By you. By all of us.
So once again we look upon the story of Christ. His Passion. The exerted effort that he poured out in a dark world. Jesus indeed went to Golgotha, to Calvary, to the place of the skull, the place of death. To the place of death that us believers have inhabited. This death, this dark garden, this darkened tomb. This death lives in all of us. It touches us with so much rejection and isolation. Somehow, this narrative, this story that we teach and sing about imparts some life, some redemption and hope. It has to. We must make it so. But Christ went to that place for three days. This Good Friday is dark and light and sad and joy. All I have as an answer is the Apostle Paul's hope. It is my hope and yours. It is all we have.
eath has been swallowed up in victory. Where, O death, is your
victory??nbsp; But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus
Christ!?(1 Cor 15:54-55, 57).
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| Like snow. devils and dust Today it snowed. I groggily lifted myself from slumber, like usual, picked up my computer and walked into the living room. I talk to my gal every morning at around 7:30 AM, more or less, and there it was--snow. White, fluffly, and basically really surprising. So I just sort of stared at it and thought, "it snowed; weird." Basically I went to bed and didn't expect it. Then, the day was sort of normal, you know, just talking to my gal, like I said, showering, working, walking in the snow; slipping like crazy.
I went to this book study that some people from GCU are doing, on being a Chrisitan and being a thinker. Yeah, at the same time, weird, huh? Anyway, it was good because we talked about why sometimes there has been an anti-intellectualism within Christianity, especially evangelical Christianity of which I am a part. We talked about causes. We talked about issues, and then someone said something really important. The gist was essentially this: that the reason for anti-intellectualism, at times, is fear. As Christians we want truth, we want the Truth (capital 'T"). While this is great, good, and to be desired, sometimes we (I speak of course for all evangelicals!--sarcasm) have equated doubt as the opposite of faith, therefore, anything that smacks of "liberal muddling" with the "Truth" of the gospel, or of doubting handed-down belief, is seen as unfaithful. I think this is fear. I think God is bigger than my doubt. I think God, in fact, gives us the gift of doubt (see, for example, Gary E. Parker, The Gift of Doubt: From Crisis to Authentic Faith, 1990).
I am not speaking as a "liberal" or "conservative" here, as much as that is possible. I am speaking simply of my experiences. What do we fear? What is there to be afraid of by questioning, while holding onto Christ and one another? I beleive in a Crucified God. One that suffered, one that doubted whether he need to go to the cross in a silent, bleeding garden; friends disappearing; hope fading. After that group, I went about my day. I erged, felt like I was going to throw up, and then walked towards home. I walked by the canal' beautiful covered in snow and frost' ducks waddling close to the bank trying to find water. Crisp air, cold wind and I listened to this song: "Devils and Dust." It's by The Boss (I capitalize the article because Bruce Springstein is a stud). So this song; it was amazing. He says that "fear is a powerful thing/ it will turn wour heart black you can trust/ it will take your God-filled soul/ turn it to devils and dust." Are you kidding me?! That was so freaking amazing. I was walking; feeling like I was going to throw up still from exercising, when I just felt God. I started to cry; I started to think that God is wild. I told him that, it was really funny. I said, "God. You are a wild God. I can't pin you down; can't make you meet me when I want, you are surprising." Like snow. God is surprising like snow. It covers over everyhting and make me just stare and wonder. He is wonder-ful.
Anyway, The Boss, God, whatever. It is all mixed up. But no fear. Fear not, for I am with you; all that made sense to me on a snowy path, wanting to puke, feeling closer; closer that I have in a long time, to God, to being home, to freedom. So here are some sappy lines that I wrote as I listened to The Boss and God, all at the same time; all with the same desire for change, and we all know it is so hard for us to change. But we hope. We can never lose hope.
I dreamt away silent sacrifice and carried this banner bare I followed forgotten faces and places filled with bone
I lost laughter's last vice and wanted winter's despair I ran through sunlit traces and shadows made of stone
I held hands full of ice and hated haunted stares I stumbled with doubted embraces and never walked alone
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| Poem by SarilynA Lady I am a lady, yes I am I say my hank you?and my es mam?br>I am a lady, I try to be I try to do what my mama teaches me It just hard to think about things all day Like crossing your legs and remembering to say Nice to meet you, can I help you sir? Your mink is so beautiful, is it fir? I rather say what up, howdy, and hi But that not being courteous, I sure wonder why I think I a lady, no matter what I say I treat people nicely each and every day So who is a lady, I dare ask you now? Only those who stand up and curtsy and bow? A lady is one who respectful and true I know I a lady, how about you?
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| on alienation and meaningpoem by steve
i want to live free and see God. just to love my brother, my sister, and touch the
hand of my neighbor only i find that this frog in my throat
chokes me from saying kind words like a mouth full of dirt, the words
just dribble down my chin but water that rushes over me and
breaks the silence of years lets these shouts follow from trembling
lips and we swim in the tears of our
deliverance and we speak for generations | | |
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