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I took my students to the Harvest Crusade up in Anaheim yesterday. Just a couple of quick thoughts:

Welcome to the Big Rock Show. I think I tend to be a lot more cynical than my students about this kind of stuff. Maybe it’s just from longer exposure to the strange world of the Christian subculture — or maybe it’s just my cold, dark heart — but I am often reluctant to go to these kinds of events. Plus, I’m getting all old and driving up two hours from SD to Anaheim really puts the hurt on me. That being said, Greg Laurie shared a great message and reached the hearts of many of our students. Although my heart is moving more & more towards the simple living of life together as God’s people, there is still a place for blowout events.

Live music is the best. Some of my students, to my surprise, were pretty stoked to see P.O.D. perform. It’s been a couple of years since they stormed the charts, but the boys from Southtown still put on an energetic, and sincere, show. My four-year old daughter really liked them. However, we were all blown away by the opening act, Leeland. Man, that kid has some pipes! Most of my students had not heard of him before Harvest, so I picked up their CD and we listened to it on the way up. For me, the album has that over-produced, CCM-ified feel to it, though I did appreciate the thoughtful lyrics right off the bat. But everything changed when we saw them perform live — the band is tight, the rhythm section really came to life in the live setting and Leeland really opened up and let loose with the vocals. They managed to segue “How Great Thou Art” and “Agnus Dei” together without being corny. In fact, they ripped it up during the instrumental breakdown of Agnus Dei. I still want to give him a haircut, though.

jc-kills.jpgThe freaks come out at night. Seriously. Check out this guy. Remember what I was saying about nasty street preacher signs? I’m pretty sure this one will be hard to top. (Apologies for the poor quality — I snapped it from my phone while trooping around the parking lot looking for our van).

I’m pretty sure he doesn’t mean “Jesus kills” as in — “Dude, Jesus totally killed it on that last song when He jumped off the Marshall stacks and levitated over the crowd.” The other signs read: “Laurie leads to hell” which I can only assume was knock on Greg Laurie — although without more specific direction, it could just be a jilted lover railing against his ex-girlfriend. Maybe it was one of those newfangled emo bands that keeps sprouting up. Who knows? You can see if you have better luck creating your very own emo band name with an emo band name generator. For real, though, if you name your band “Laurie Leads To Hell” and you make it big, I want a cut of the proceeds.

For The Get Up Kids farewell tour, I convinced my brother to make the five-hour drive from metro Detroit out to Chicago (the complexity of our travel schedule meant that we would be missing the Detroit show, which necessitated the long drive).  It was well worth the effort.

My daughter loves rock music — at the top of her playlist are Sufjan Stevens, New Order and U2.  But, unless we’re having a “Blue Monday” dance party, she prefers listening to her CDs.  One of her Korean CDs has 100 tracks, none lasting more than about 90 seconds.  The entire album sounds like someone was holding up a tape-recorder to a boombox (or television, for certain soundtracks).  Seriously, I can hear the tape cutting off right in the middle of some of the tracks.

That’s why I was so excited to hear that Matt Pryor (of TGUK and the New Amsterdams) had released a children’s album. We just picked it up at Borders the other day.  I think I might have been more excited than my daughter to purchase it — although she definitely remembered it from listening to it online together.  It is an incredible album, decidedly non-condescending.  The songs are smart and fun, with a just hint of indie melancholy at the appropriate times.  Seriously, if your heart is not touched by “Grumpy Bug,” then you better check to see if you lost your soul somewhere.  Here are the lyrics:

Grumpy bug go to sleep.
I won’t keep you waiting.
Grumpy bug close your eyes.
I’ve got time, I’ve got all night.
I’ll wait by your bed until your drifting.
I’ll stay next to you until you sleep.
Grumpy bug will you cry?
Your watery eyes are leaking.
Grumpy bug kill the lights.
I’m not leaving your bedside.
And don’t be afraid of the dark.
I’ll stay next to you though you don’t see me.

Goodnight my bug,
Kisses and a hug now go to sleep.
You never mind so I sneak inside and watch you breathe.
Enjoy this night with your eyes closed tight and start to dream.
The hour is old and I’ll love you so but I wish you’d sleep.
Please go to sleep.

Having enjoyed and been challenged by The Search to Belong, I have been looking forward to reading Organic Community by Joseph Myers for awhile. While I was a little bit sore at DFW for not having free wi-fi access (do people really spend ten dollars to get online for an hour?), I was glad to have a couple of hours to finish up this book.

One of my favorite chapters is about coordination and the difference between cooperation and collaboration. I have been a part of many top-down, master-planned, vision-casted church communities where falling in line is spun as “cooperating.” I love this idea of people actually working together and contributing in meaningful ways in church communities. Recently, I have been asked to take on several additional ministry responsibilities, including developing a college ministry and preaching in our afternoon EM service from time to time. I have been doing my best to print, copy and fold the bulletins for our EM worship services — a task previously performed by a couple of EM members — to free them for the more important ministry of relationship building. Eventually, when we need to print more than forty or fifty Sunday bulletins, we might need volunteers to come in and take care of it. For now, though, I really want to see our people invested in the things that really count — not just plugging them into our church’s perceived “needs” (folding bulletins, parking lot attendants, etc.). Having a big vision for the church is great but, if we’re not careful, it can lead us to love the idea of church more than the reality of where we actually live.

Myers gives a couple of interesting analogies about forging a new way forward in building communities:

We can be as intentional with community as we are with going to sleep. It is almost impossible to make yourself go to sleep. In fact, the more intentional you are, the less likely it is that you will fall asleep.

A more helpful way forward is to create an environment in which there is a good chance you will fall asleep… The same is true for community. We can have some control over the environments in which community usually emerges, but we have little or no control over community actually emerging. We can intend for the process of community to begin, but we cannot create community intentionally.

Think about the last party you hosted at your home. Did you offer a guarantee to your guests that they would have a good time? That they would make new friends? Of course not. But I’m sure you did try to create an environment that would help your guests feel comfortable and relaxed…

You would put food on the table, imagining perhaps that people would linger there… You probably played some ambient music in the background, soften enough that people wouldn’t have to compete with it, but loud enough that it might alleviate awkward pauses in conversation. You might have grouped chairs together in such a way to facilitate conversation. And so on.

Once I get beyond my tendency to jump right to the best-practices/takeaways (“Yes! At church we will now group our chairs in a certain way and play perfectly balanced ambient music in the background. And then we’ll grow our numbers. Thanks, Joe Myers!”) I am both challenged and relieved. Challenged, because I think most pastors have a certain amount of stubborn confidence in their leadership that is necessary at times (forging ahead in obedience to God’s will when it is difficult for others to see it) but can often lead to unnecessary conflict and hinder the leadership of others. But mostly I an encouraged, because this frees me from being solely responsible for the growth and health of our community (not that I ever had any control over these things).

I don’t know if I have ever really felt connected in a small group setting. I have had wonderful friends with whom I have grown, laughed, cried and prayed — but, somehow, when we formalize the relationship into an “official” small group it feels sterile and cold. Myers writes a little bit about this in his chapter on partnership and the difference between accountability and what he called edit-ability. The focus of many small groups is pretty bleak. As Myers writes,

There is such an underlying expectation of failure phrased in a language of absolutes and either/ors. If you truthfully answer any of these questions (e.g., “What one sin plagued your walk with God this week? Is your thought life pure? At any time did you compromise your integrity?”) with a less-than-perfect response, what happens?

We definitely need help in living for Christ, but all too often we interpret “iron sharpening iron” as, “You’ll be sharpened when I get all up in your grill and bust you for your long list of sin and failure.” This might work for some people, but the vast majority of people I have known cannot be coerced or shamed into loving God more deeply.

We can build a more positive ethos in our communities if we see accountability as a kind of author/editor relationship — thus, “edit-ability.” Here is the way Myers puts it,

This is how a good author-editor relationship works: The author submits a rough draft. The editor makes suggestions, even disagrees at times with the author. The author considers the editor’s suggestions, and will often make adjustments. The author and editor continue to go back and forth until the project is complete. The entire process is one of give-and-take collaboration.

The title of the book, “Organic Community,” calls to mind images of farming — not the pesticide-laden, hormone-added mass production kind, but the slow-food, small-scale local farmer. It is time to move away from the pastor as CEO concept (although this is still necessary for some large-scale operations), where one person stands before the entire group and hands down “the vision” to the masses. It might be a little too nostalgic, but I think there is some merit to the idea of pastor as farmer. We must cultivate the land; we must work with the conditions we are given (not as we would have them, or as our weather plug-in tells us); we must be willing to get our hands dirty as we attempt to steward new life; we must be aware of the overall balance of the farm — not pushing so hard that the fields become fallow, but not underutilizing our resources either.

We just received our first installment of our CSA membership. Though I missed the momentous occasion of picking up the produce, my wife called me to tell me all about it. The produce was fresh and tasty — and extremely natural. Upon shucking one of the ears of corn, my wife and daughter discovered some kind of corn bug in there. But instead of being grossed out, my wife was kind of happy to find the little critter in there because it showed that the food was not being bombarded with pesticides but was grown with care, naturally. When we lead an organic community, we might not get the slick production of excellence to which we’re accustomed but we just might find the friendships we’re looking for, corn bugs and all.

One of the more interesting regular features in New York magazine is their Approval Matrix. It is, in their words, “our deliberately oversimplified guide to who falls where on our taste hierarchies.”

I’m not sure if I have any taste hierarchies, but I thought I would share what’s been appearing on my cultural radar and drawing cheers or jeers. From time to time, I will weigh in with a graphical representation of some highly-subjective rants and raves. So today, in the midst of a nice long weekend, here is my own ultra-simplified approval matrix.

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Thought-Provoking / Hooray! Here is a short video from Brian McLaren talking about the state of modern worship. B-Mac brings the heat, identifying how our worship industry has developed a “clientele of sophisticated consumers of worship products and prefabricated worship experiences.” Here is his open letter to worship songwriters.

[h/t: David Gate]

Thought-Provoking / Boo! This is a great video of a “breakup” between an advertiser and a consumer. Hooray for the fun & wit in this video. Boo! on one-way, top-down, talking-at-you-is-the-only-way-I-can-communicate-with-you relationships.

[h/t: Notcot]

Brain-Dead / Hooray! This game shouldn’t be so much fun, but somehow typing the alphabet as fast as you can (over and over again) at Finger Frenzy is strangely addictive.

[h/t: Marko]

Brain-Dead / Boo! Have they suffered a downward spike in their ratings? Do they covet the mystical male 18-34 year old demographic that badly? I don’t know if it’s possible for an entire network to jump the shark, but ESPN might have come close. They now include MMA as part of their regular “sports” coverage. Just in case you are not man enough, “MMA” stands for “Mixed Martial Arts.” You know — it’s what Kip was training for. I must not be a good enough Christian to appreciate all this street fighting, but these guys have nothing on Van Damme in Bloodsport. I think they should add throwing sand in your opponent’s eyes if they want to be taken seriously as a sport. Until then, ESPN earns a matrix-breaking brain-dead boo! from me. Ugh.

As someone who has been a part of leading congregations in worship through music for over ten years, I cringe when I see people angrily denouncing modern praise songs because of their lack of lyrical depth.  People have argued back and forth about these kind of love songs to God — some have denounced these as “Jesus is my boyfriend” songs.

In my ministry to Asian American youth and young adults, I have seen a great need for the recovery of godly intimacy in many of their lives.  It is extraordinarily difficult for people who are afraid of their dads or never speak to them to sing highest praises to their heavenly Father.  While it might not be right to project our brokenness onto God, it still happens.  And even in cases where there might not be dad-issues, the honor/shame culture in which so many of us have been raised tends to make us closed off, unable to connect deeply with God or with others.  It is virtually impossible to forge a deep, abiding love for God or for others if we are disconnected from God.  Music can play a vital role in establishing an intimate, life-changing, life-giving relationship with God.

Certainly, we must always exercise wisdom and discernment.  We do not want to devolve into a “me-first” consumer mindset.  Worship is rightly directed to God, first and foremost.

I bring all of this up because, in my never-ending search for worship songs that would be appropriate to sing in our church’s context, I recently picked up the new Hillsong United album, All of the Above.

A quick tangent:  The title, “All of the Above,” seems to refer to an image on the cover and inside the liner notes of the album.  There are five young people wearing plain white t-shirts, each one with a large handwritten phrase.  These include: love, truth, hope, justice, and others.  It seems that the phrase “all of the above” is intended to show that our calling is not to pick and choose or have an either/or mentality, but that following Christ includes all of these things — a “both/and” kind of faith, if you will.

Although I know that United songs are hugely popular in youth circles, I have never been that much of a fan.  Not necessarily a critic, but just not a huge follower.  Their musical evolution has been pretty interesting to follow — the Brit-rockish chord progression of “Everyday” to the Blink 182-esque feel of “The Reason I Live” to the modern rock strains of “Salvation is Here” to the emo/punk riffs of “Take It All.”  One thing that has always thrown me for a loop is how their uptempo songs have developed a kind of punk rawkish flair, but their more contemplative songs still remain in 80’s Monster Ballad territory.  I’m not judging them, mind you — I will sing along to “Heaven” by Warrant and “Every Rose Has Its Thorn” by Poison any day.  It just seems kind of odd, that’s all.

I noticed one kind of troubling thing while listening to this album’s lyrics, though. It’s not so much about the simplicity of the lyrics — which, I might add, is not always a bad thing.  Another tangent:  I used to really dislike singing “Trading My Sorrows” by Darrell Evans.  Not only because I would inevitably picture a person going to the checkout counter with a package of sorrow or shame and trading for “the joy of the Lord,” but because I could not understand why the chorus consisted simply of “Yes, Lord” repeated nine times. Then a friend put it into perspective for me.  We say, “No” to God all the time.  Sometimes, we need to remind ourselves to choose God’s ways — emphatically, nine times over, even.

Anyhoo, what raised my eyebrow was the opening line to the second track, Break Free, which says, “Would you believe me, would you listen if I told you that there is a love that makes a way and never holds you back?”  This is extremely similar to the opening line to another United song called (interestingly enough), Free, which asks, “Would you believe me if I said, that we are the ones who can make the change in the world today?”  This reminds me of how a number of different United songs use the line, “I wanna be with You,” or a close variation of that phrase.

And, on the track Lead Me to the Cross, they seem to reference two songs not written by United.  Leading into the chorus, the lyrics state, “Everything I once held dear I count it all as loss” which sort of compresses the opening verse to Knowing You by Graham Kendrick, “All I once held dear, built my life upon / All this world reveres, and wars to own / All I once thought gain, I have counted loss…”

The chorus of this song says, “Lead me to the cross where Your love poured out / Bring me to my knees, Lord I lay me down” which is oddly reminiscent of the chorus to an old Delirious? track, Oh Lead Me, “Lead me to the cross where we first met / Draw me to my knees, so we can talk.”

I am not accusing them of plagiarism.  I understand that referencing prior material can be a very powerful thing; it can recontextualize a powerful experience from the past into our present-day life experience.  I think Passion’s work to reclaim some of our old hymns works along these lines. It just reminds me of how difficult and what a high calling it is to write songs of worship that are engaging, thoughtful, singable, melodic, astute, deep and memorable.