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on adjecti-fying "Christian"

I was anxious to see what the reviews were saying. It was this time last week when I caught a review from a Baptist-y news site I check. Someone had actually gotten a hold of the new U2 album (which IS as great as everyone's saying it is, but I'll spare you by not gushing about it here) and was reviewing it. But then I read the article. It starts, and I quote:

"This is the most thoroughly Christian thing they've done yet."

That was my initial reaction to the last two U2 albums in 2000 and 2004. In retrospect, that was just as true of the triad of albums U2 released in the 1990s, but I admit that wasn't what I thought on first listen to them. Their nuanced irony required a few more listens and a good bit of rewarding theological reflection to get there.

Once again, my early impression of No Line on the Horizon, to be released March 3 in the United States, has been, "This is the most thoroughly Christian thing they've done yet."

And I realized that didn't motivate me one way or another. Maybe I'm supposed to celebrate that this, the latest studio album from arguably the biggest band in music in the last 20 years is "more Christian than ever" but ultimately, I was non-plussed.

This is not because I think being natively "Christian" is a bad thing--after all, I am, in fact a Christian--a follower of Jesus Christ. 

What I don't think is a good idea is adjecti-fying "Christian". Rob Bell says it pretty well in the perpetually blog-worthy Velvet Elvis: 
Something can be labeled "Christian" and not be true or good. . . It is possible for music to be labeled Christian and be terrible music. It could lack creativity and inspiration. The lyrics could be recycled cliches. That "Christian" band could actually be giving Jesus a bad name because they aren't a great band. It is possible for a movie to be a "Christian" movie and to be a terrible movie. It may actually desecrate the art form in its quality and storytelling and craft. Just because it is a Christian book by a Christian author and it was purchased in a Christian bookstore doesn't mean it is all true or good or beautiful. A Christian political group puts me in an awkward position: What if I disagree with them? Am I less of a Christian? What if I'm convinced the "Christian" thing to do is to vote the exact opposite?

Christian is a great noun and a poor adjective.
 
I think the reviewer meant well enough, but he fell into a trap that theological-minded and churchy-type folks like me so often forget. "Christian" is not a brand. It is not a way of selling T-shirts or breath mints, music or bizarre video games. (Yesterday I received an e-mail from a band-who-must-not-be-named asking me to vote for them for an "Artist of the Year" Dove Award--not from a struggling artist but a band whose last tour was sponsored by Chevrolet).

Some have rightly lampooned the Christian sub-culture and the sub-culture has given folks no shortage of material. To paraphrase P.T. Barnum, "There's a Christian born every minute" and the marketing Barnums are taking it straight to the bank. This isn't even to say anything about the politics, but since we're there, this is probably worth saying.

With James Dobson stepping down from Focus on the Family, there is real concern among some that the "culture wars" are ramping up. But what if there never were any culture wars? What if it was a cleverly devised distraction to convince the believing masses that there was a spiritual war burgeoning--and they bought it?

What if, as Christians, we quit trying to produce Christian things--from mints, to band-aids to governments--and started using our gifts to articulate that which is beautiful and true?

What if we made really, really good art? 

What if the enemy wasn't MTV, but our own failure to parent our kids?

What if our creative capacity was no longer stymied by whether or not something was "safe for the whole family?"

What if our preciously held faith had the integrity to say that we don't have all the answers--that we are grasping at mystery?

What if we had the guts to say that doubt and faith do daily battle and that many times "hope deals the hardest blows?"

What if the integrity of our work and service spoke better witness than a fish symbol in an ad?

What if we talked as honestly about own internal battles with pride, greed and lust as do that of our neighbor?

Maybe things would change. Maybe we would make art as good as U2 has (or maybe, if possible, even better.)

As for me, "I cannot help myself but hope."
Two Shades Of Hope by Foy Vance  
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Posted March 4, 2009
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on what a U2 song says about your theology

When I told Jen about the idea for this post she laughed. Out Loud. In real-time, not just eponymous computer characters. In between her laugher I said "But do you think it's a good idea?" and her exact words were "In a U2 nerdy kind of way, yes."


I beg of you people--for one post only U2 nerds, unite! (an even if you're not, give it a shot anyway)

Last week sometime I was facebook stalking, reading the ubiquitous "25 things" lists of friends, neighbors and acquaintances. I gave pause when I ran across one (#20 on the list, to be exact) that cited "Where the Streets Have No Name" as the greatest rock and roll song ever. 

I disagreed, as did my aunt. We represent a small but committed constituency who boldly affirm that "With or Without You" is, in fact, the greatest rock and roll song of all time.

What I was unprepared for was the feedback I would receive when I stated my belief on my own list. It was quickly met with critique from a good friend who vehemently contended that "I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For" was, in fact, the greatest rock and roll song of all time.

**********For those few non-die-hard U2 fans that actually still be reading this, let me state clearly that I have severely limited the catalogue to what I maintain (as do most critics) is their finest album--1987's The Joshua Tree. There are hundreds of other songs that could be suggested--"Bad", "Yahweh", "Sometimes You Can't Make it On Your Own", "40", "Until the End of the World"--the list goes on For the sake of the non-nerd, casual U2 listener, I've severely limited the conversation to these, also by virtue of their direct use in the debate above.********

What occurred to me yesterday while driving is that each of these songs says something about humanity's current state and the the state at which humanity can one day hope/long to be. (Stay with me here). What I would like to suggest is that this debate really goes to the core of how we view the world, not just what we're drawn to sonically. In the same way that melody and meter, drums and bass have to resonate within us, lyrics must in some way speak to the greater truths that are just beyond our words. If it were anything less than music, the subjectivity of these lyrics can be ridiculed by some as being too vague, too esoteric--too many possible layers of meaning. But as a song, the lyrics do for the soul what the music does for the ear--taking you on a limitless journey into what you know in your soul to be real.

If this can be affirmed, then I would like to suggest that these three songs suggest an innate theological tendency that unconsciously is exposed by which one we favor. I've included the songs in their entirety and the titles will take you to links of the lyrics if you need to make your own decision.

The irony of all of this is that these three tracks lead off The Joshua Tree  and I am convinced that there is a reason for this. I believe that the first two songs illustrate various ends of the same tension--a tension maintained in the third track. In the interest of objectivity, I will address them in their original track order.

The "Not-Yet":
Where the Streets Have No Name 

Where The Streets Have No Name by U2  
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There are conflicting stories regarding the origin and meaning of Where the Streets Have No Name. Some claim Bono wrote it after his time spent in Ethiopia as he tried to reconcile the horrors of malnutrition with the joy made manifest in the faces of the children dying there. Others have claimed that it is an ode to heaven--a place with no signposts or streets named after dead politicians--a place where the prophetic witness dares to dream of one great river, one great light, one blessed community. From the Edge's soaring arpeggio intro to the organic swell of the synth organ, the song is less notes and more metaphysical state--there is a transcendence that is palpable, taking the listener to a state in which all things can be hoped, believed, and dreamed.

And the lyrics hardly disappoint. There is the admission of what is currently happening--"building and burning down love" (which 21 years later is still an apt summary of every human act) but there is the awareness of something greater--high on a mystical desert-plain.

Where the Streets Have No Name represents the hope of what will be--and it does it in a way that suggests it is already here--so real, so viable, that it can actually be known--but still it must be "gone to"--it is somewhere away from here. It is the eternity born in our hearts. This track, simply put, leaves us longing for what will be and those that prize it hold that same hope.

The "Already":
I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For 

I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For by U2  
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If we were on the desert plain in the first track, then it has vanished before our eyes like a mirage in the second. Every generation since has called I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For "their" anthem--which testifies to the universality of the Wanderlust  we feel shut up in our bones. Moreover, it speaks to a certain spiritual hunger that can be nourished but never satisfied. In this track, words are not enough, experiences insufficient. Even the "Kingdom Come" ushered in in Where the Streets Have No Name is here maintained as a belief, but saccharine--what looked real left an aftertaste that belied it's exterior.

Remarkably, the tempo is upbeat and driving--and the track doesn't really end, rather it fades into the ether of silence. The meaning seems to be in the searching itself--a reality grounded in the present state of things, not longing for what can and will be.

I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For provides the ultimate bait and switch--the conclusion is in the title itself. Moreover, any temptation to think the titular conflict would be resolved in three and a half minutes is exposed as naivete. There is only the droning refrain "But I still... haven't found... what I'm looking for..."And we're left with little more than an ellipsis. Those I know who prize this song do so out of the often new-found freedom of not having to have it all figured out. It is the anthem for perseverance when all around is unraveling--not because of a future hope, but because the journey alone is worth the wounds inflicted.

The "Already-Not-Yet":
With or Without You 

With Or Without You by U2  
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"God or girl?" Most music critics fall into the trap of endlessly debating Bono's intention in the lyrics here. The answer is "yes"--inconsolable longing knows no source--the ache is almost always the same. What's unique about this ache is how visceral it is--this isn't dull ache of forlorn love or wistful thinking while parted by distance. And yet there is, at least in the refrain, a sense in which "you give yourself away" is neither good nor bad, as expressed in the most basic line "I can't live with or without you."

It's tempting to call it a power ballad, but that would be to dismiss the landscape laid down by the percussive bass and snare. The guitar could be an afterthought, but instead it commands a spirit of wavering between two extremes--always in pairs, shifting from one extreme (with) to another (without). Even the "end" of the song--the point at which the bass line fades out, reemerges with a flurry of delayed guitar arpeggios--the dyad of debate has given way to all out inner war--the tensions remain and then, as in the previous tracks, fade in to the ether of radio silence. We as listeners are left only with the tension.

With or Without You represents, musically at least, every tension that the human heart can hold--real vs. unreal (be it God or love), suffering vs. pleasure, peace vs. calm, sanity vs. insanity, longing vs. being. It is the veritable sonic expression of what New Testament scholars call "the already-not-yet-ness" of the kingdom of God.

I know where I'm at in the spectrum, how about you?*


*please feel free to list your own favorite that may not be on this list and why it's specific to your understanding of faith

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Posted February 6, 2009
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on the fallacy of the false dilemma (and how we all do it anyway)

For the last few weeks I've been teaching a class called Critical Thinking at one of Shorter's Adult Education campuses. It's an interdisciplinary class, so apparently I'm credentialed to teach it, and the modest amount of philosophy experience I've had seems to meet with the basic use of logic and forms.

There are a lot of things I've enjoyed about this class--it forces me to force other people to think (really think--like make-your-head-hurt-like-a-Dairy-Queen-induced-brain-freeze think.) It's allowed me to play devil's advocate A LOT--which is something I relish in the classroom. It's also forced me to consider logical fallacies that flow around us like the sea.

They are omnipresent--radiating from the speakers of televisions and talk radios, water-cooler banter and lunch-hour conversations. All around are arguments, that, albeit passionate and well-intentioned, do meet the standards of logic and are easily dismissed (including the one you're reading right now.)

In the last week or so, I have become particularly attuned to one such fallacy--so much so that I gave it an easter egg link in yesterday's blog, but as it has repeatedly resurfaced like a bobber with a trout on the line, I thought it merited its own post.

The fallacy of the false dilemma  is better known as the "either/or" fallacy. Simply put, it is an argument which claims only two options--for/against, black/white, pro/con--the list goes on ad infinitum. 

It turns out there are many reasons to believe these things are true. Dyads are common in nature and in science--where there ceases to be life, there is death, and so on. The problem occurs when an individual asserts that something can be one thing only, always. This suggests an implicit dichotomy where nothing else matters--only which side of the issue one has chosen.

And this effects everything. One can be either poor or rich, pro______ or against_________. 

On the heels of my take "on faith and economics" yesterday came word that Senator Tom Daschle was removing his name from consideration of a Cabinet appointment due to his failure to report and pay certain taxes as well as a lucrative side-income from speaking to various health lobbyists. One cannot, by common opinion, argue the cause of the poor and marginalized while taking measures to preserve a lifestyle of luxury.

On the faith side of the spectrum, much has been made of former President of National Association of Evangelicals Ted Haggard's untimely "fall from grace." The one-time crusader against rights for homosexuals hasrecently confessed to an innate attraction to men . Haggard has been affixed with the scarlet "H" of hypocrisy worn by Swaggart and Bakker, Ainsley and Alamo, and a thousand others before them.

I do not mean to dismiss these failures as inconsequential, but I would suggest that the false dilemma so quickly wielded in judgment is, as its name would suggest, a fallacy which we prize at our own peril.

Martin Luther famously apprised the human condition as "simul justus et peccator"--"at the same time, righteous and a sinner". For Luther, this paradox in which we live perpetually sinful-yet-grace-imbued righteous lives was a matter not of doing, but of being. The question was not tied to action but to essence. Human beings, for Luther, were, to stretch Heiko Oberman's biography of Luther a bit, perpetually between God and Devil. For Luther, this is where we live and move and have our being--between the sinful and the righteous.

Our political rhetoric seeks to stratify us by association with certain patterns of voting and belief. Red and Blue are the colors of the political palette and there is little room for shades of purple to dot the landscape.

The reason we know the fallacy of the false dilemma is because we live in the ether of the gray. 

U2 has a new album coming out, brashly titled "No Line on the Horizon" . They have chosen for the cover a photograph by the prestigious Japanese photographer Hiroshi Sugimoto from a collection entitled seascapes. After looking over the collection, I was somewhat surprised they chose Boden Sea over Sugimoto's Ligurian Sea, Saviore, 1982, pictured above. One shows an indistinct, fuzzy-but-still-there line between ocean and sky, but theLiguran Sea shows only a gray gradient--like a fog that blurs the blue-black water and the gray-white air.

There are all sorts of things that seduce us into false dilemmas, whether it's the theological inconsistencies of another ordained minister or the narrowing circle of acceptable belief within the Georgia Baptist Convention.  

To fall for the fallacy of the false dilemma is to reckon ourselves as "one or the other"--it means we are then, only, always sinner or only, always saint. 

It belies our God-given ability to think, create and adapt. 

It pigeonholes us into unnecessary categories that mechanize the gift of humanity.

It reduces our intricately woven selves into pull-cord marionettes.

But most of all, when we fall for the fallacy of the false dilemma (even this one), we risk missing the creative potential God has imbued us with.

We risk missing the joy of having our minds changed.

We risk missing out on celebrating a moment of Divine enlightenment with our neighbor.

We risk thinking that we've got things nailed down when we're still grasping at Mystery.

We risk exchanging the holy gift of wonder for the eroding sand of right-ness.

We risk gaining the whole world and losing our souls.

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Posted February 4, 2009
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