Tuesday, January 30, 2007

The Objectivity of Musical Taste




My latest obsession that warrants an entire blog post in its honor: The Hold Steady. They have monopolozed my music playlists for the past two weeks. If you have a dollar to spend, please spend it on the song "First Night" on iTunes. They are an incredibly original band of whom talent is dripping off of.

As an aside, I don't ever want to make completely subjective or agenda-based posts...but this is. I want you the reader, whoever you are, to have a great, up-to-date, innovative in some sense, music library. Which translates to listening to artists like The Hold Steady, Pinback, and Tap Tap, as well as classics such as Jimmy Eat World and Death Cab for Cutie. I cannot allow another incident to happen as did the other day, when my friend, who shall remain nameless, told me I had poor taste in music. Then she proceeded to play me "real" music, which in her opinion, was: Carrie Underwood and Celion Dion. Uh oh. I feel like I have failed her.

I do not wish to indoctrinate, but I must admit, at the same time, I kind of do. I am very objective and understand relativism in so many aspects of life, yet not in music. I do not know why. Hmm.

Does this mean I am too prideful in my music taste? Quite possibly. However, I am currently trying to process if this is a good or bad thing.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

We go blind when we needed to see.

"We are very different people with diverse personalities. We are one, but we are definitely not the same." -Larry Mullen Jr.


I went to a lecture tonight called "East Meets West: What the West is Missing about Ancient Christianity." And while I found alot of it fascinating and relevant, I couldn't help but notice that the author always, after every point, brought it back to, "What the West does not understand..." Before I knew it, I was getting offended. Her totally eastern, novel ideas were that Jesus doesn't care that much about morality. I know that. She said that there is inherent dislocation from God if you are a Western Christian. I dont agree with that. She said that Eastern Christians know what it means to have Christ live inside you, not just read about him. I'm pretty sure I knew that too. I'm not saying these things because I think she is wrong, or because I know I am right. It's because she is making a distinction, its because she is saying one side is practicing this faith right and the other, thus inherently, is wrong.

The other day I was found an aesthetically lovely and intriguing ad for a ministry called Humble Orthodoxy. So while I was searching through the site, I quickly became repulsed by what I was seeing. It is a direct response to the Emerging Church movement and a softspoken insult to Brian McLaren's book, ironically named, A Generous Orthodoxy. The head of the Humble Orthodoxy (who happens to be Joshua Harris...) quietly, without being too outright says, "God should not be redefined or reinvented to suit our own preferences or culture." Whereas McLaren has written works in such a fashion that Harris is criticizing such as "A New Kind of Christian," "Adventures in Missing the Point," and "Church in Emerging Culture, Five Perspectives." I am not personally criticizing the theologies of either of these men and their ministries, I am criticizing the blatant polarization they have created.

Why does it always have to be us vs. them? Is the east getting it right? Is the progressive getting it right? Is the emergent church getting it right? Is the social justice centered, liberal getting it right? Is the pro-life, traditional values right-winger getting it right? I am ever going to get it right?

In all honestly, and completely fundamentally, this is not about what I believe or what you believe. It is the basic truth of Christ. And the way the Truth of Christ wraps itself around us is completely unique to how God has formed us. We cannot take credit for anything, the theologies, the orthodoxies, the theories. God manifests Himself anywhere He sees fit, in the postmodern movement, in the churches of America, and most importantly in the hearts of all. And if anyone is to look at the world, we are abundantly and painfully aware that there are enough individual groups that warrant our diversity of interest in ministry areas. How dare we claim that we are right, that we have figured out how to live this Christian life?

I want to believe that there is a reason we label ourselves, why we have different movements, different denominations. There must be a good answer. There must be something that is not just logical about it, but that is Christ-like about it. I cannot rest to know this is just human division amoung God's people. I applaud the vision of Humble Orthodoxy, but their execution has been horrible and their means seem to be in direct opposition to their end, and that, friends, is what makes it all the worse.

I'm not here to answer these questions and these problems, but to illuminate them, to make you see that we are all getting it wrong. If we want to live stripped-down, plan and simple, disciples of Christ's lives, do so and then infiltrate the world, infiltrate the non-profits and ministries, infiltrate the churches, AS SUCH and nothing else. Widening the divide between is not needed, wanted, or ever justified.



//What I want from us is empty our minds.
But we fake, we fuss, and fracture the times.
We go blind when we needed to see.
What I want from this
is to learn to let go.//

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Traces of Prague

I got this in the mail a day or two ago. Seeing as I have not been at school, I have not been receiving my mail which was sent there. So imagine my surprise when I received a christmas card from none other than the much beloved and missed Syvertsen family. I was so happy. This card lived for a short duration on my tv, but unfortunately, my roommate actually watches tv and I don't think she really appreciated having Owen covering it. Hm. What a shame. I'm currently looking for the next best place.



And just to let you all know, there are pieces of almost all of you in my room somewhere. Christa and Lo: there are many pictures of ya'll, and Christa: your artwork is on my wall. There is the Davis' prayer card on my desk. And Carrie the postcard you sent me also has its place on my wall right over the Kierkegaard book I stole from Phil. You are all represented full-well in my room. So even if I am horrible at keeping up long distance communication, you are never far from my thoughts.

Still Blacking Out the Friction

I'm back at school now. And despite the strangely warm temperatures of recent things have suddenly changed, and I have pulled out the 'scarves and caps and sweaters.' It even snowed last night. I love the snow. Even if it flurries for just a minute or two, and even if its so cold my forehead starts pounding as I walk across campus, or my face looses all coloring and my cheeks and nose turn bright red. I still love the snow...and the cold for that matter. Its invigorating.

But anyway, in order to condense the past few weeks, and in the spirit of greatness that is John Cusack and all that is High Fidelity, I was going to give you a 'TOP 5 all-time greatest memories' from my Christmas break. But then I realized there was so much worthwhile that happened over break that I couldn't fit it in 5...So here's my top 7:

7. A wonderfully classy cocktail party. i even wore a dress! what an accomplishment.


6. Having a brother for a week with whom I could discuss the nature of faith and God and atheism etc. (here he is, looking ever so charming)


5. Reading for hours upon hours with a cup of tea and a blazing fire (read: everything is iluminated, and the lovely bones, and started disturbing the peace, yay for czech history)
4. Vietnamese Coffees at Cafe Gutenberg
3. Creating art at midnight on my back deck
2. Everything that is hope church
1. elizabeth nelson parker, maria st. clair parker, and anne-margaret parker. (this includes sitting on annies bed and talking for hours and then falling asleep together, or going on walks with liza, or discussing aesthetics with clair)

So yes, Richmond was remarkable. I didn't want to leave. Everything within me was in rebellion as I made the drive back to school. But I'm here now and its been good, in the 'its been a complete whirlwind and I don't think I've taken a breath yet,' sense of the word. I'll probably be ready to supply a thorough diagnosis next week when I've had a moment to actually collect myself.

[ and now, The Most Exciting Countdown Ever: TWO weeks till THE DAVIS FAMILY RETURNS]