Sunday, January 30, 2011

Winter Jam: A Christian's Perspective

I went to Winter Jam last weekend and had a blast with some women that I truly enjoy spending time with at one of Christian music's biggest events in the Des Moines area.  I wish I could sit back and say that I still love to listen to Christian music because I don't have to worry about what it aims to teach my family and my soul.  However that was a far cry from the truth.  Here's my take:

Chris August kicked things off and his song Starry Night is fantastic.  He is definately an up-and-comer.  I could listen to his voice for hours and his style is all his own.

Sidewalk Prophets are great too.  They sang their big hit The Words I Would Say along with a few other songs and their lead vocalist David Frey has some serious pipes.  On more of a side note, I love that Christian music is ok with a heavy set singer.

KJ-52 can get a room full of soccer moms waving their arms gangsta rap style... no need to say more.  He is a ton of fun.

Francesca Battisteli was a performer that I was really looking forward to seeing because I love her stuff on the radio.  Sadly, that is the only place she is talented... on the radio.  It apparently takes a lot of editing to make her sound good and her performance was totally "blah".

Red scared the crap out of me.  I absolutely do not understand the genre of death metal in the name of Jesus.  Their backdrop had red spandex stretched over the shapes of faces that lead me to believe they were the faces coming out of the gates of hell and the Christian eyeliner wearing band was going to save me from them.  They had a pretty neat fire show.  I'll give 'em that.  I am also still processing the couple in front of me in their 40's totally freaking out to the band Red.  I'm with the soccer mom who sat next to me that said "I can't understand them at all" and left.

Next up was Newsong.  I have been a quasi-fan of Newsong for a while now, but I'll be darned if I am not totally dissappointed and am now cosidering deleting their albums from my I-tunes library.  The song Arise my Love is sort of like today's Christian answer to the Gaither's, yet I like it... I have no shame.  The real turn off come's in the form of their new song One True God, sung after a description of their recent trip to India and the horror of what they witnessed in the expression of "other religions" there.  These guy's are apparently real cultural genius's.

David Crowder played a short version of their standard concert set.  They havn't changed it since the last concert of theirs I went to in '04.  However, Crowder is still awesome and stands alone as an authentic Christian band.  They are so much fun and I'll pay money to watch them twang out to "I'll Fly Away" again and again!

Kutless all this time I thought was Skillet (show's how credible I really am).  I have discovered that Kutless sounds totally like secular pop on the market and their frontman has a handsome baby face and rocks a fedora and skinny jeans regardless of how big his butt is just like the rest of 'em.  However, they are totally pleasant.

Last up was Newsboys.  They are awesome now with Michael Tait of DC Talk as their hero.  Their show was high energy and reminded me totally of the Black Eyed Peas (oddly enough a friend critiqued him as a Michael Jackson wannabe).  The coolest thing of all was their complete ecumenism and the drummer spinning around and still playing.  Very cool.

A room full of 11,000 Christians rocking out should leave me feeling recharged, energized, blessed... yet I can't shake the sour taste in my mouth.  I can totally appreciate that Christian music has always been a one-off of pop culture and that different bands appeal to different styles.  The burn comes in the form of their Giglio wannabe speaker Tony Nolan.  He shares his hard knocks testimony and then encourages his book sales (of course with the caveat that he only takes a meager salary for his family).  I am also totally amazed that we good Christians are willing to pay $10 bucks a pop for this propaganda.  It doesn't matter that we don't like Red and we do like Newsboys... we'll still pay to sit through it because we are ministering to our neighbor and the non-Christian's in the room (who are you kidding... there are very few if any non-Christians in the room).  Not only that, but we are then willing to put our cash in the offering bucket that get's passed to keep the concert going because we appreciate the low ticket cost.  Did you know that a free -will offering vs. a standard charge always earns more... can you imagine what funds are brought in in a room filled with 11,000 people... and just how much of that money do think actually makes it to the bands, the road crew, or the Holt International orphans?

Which brings me to the most appalling thing of all... Newsong lead singer Russ Lee pushing support for Holt adoption services was a complete turn-off.  Not only did Lee push support (an ok thing in it's basic form... brand awareness and encouragement of) he went so far as to state (after ONLY 250 people purchased pictures of kids at the cost of a cup of coffee a day... i.e. like 600 bucks...i.e. like $150,000) "you are not a Christian if you are not supporting orphan's".  I would really like to see them stand at the back of the room with pictures of widows and say the same thing.  Better yet, "Love your neighbor as yourself"... I'd like to see them pin down exactly who my neighbor is and then accuse me of not being a good Christian for not loving them properly.

Christian music is great at times.  I like being able to flick on the radio and have a moment to worship while I rush from A to Z.  I love to worship my Lord and savior.  I don't like to be told what makes for a "good Christian" in your narrow worldview and I won't be shamed into giving you my money.  I am thankful that I don't go to a church that pushes this kind of garbage.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Well, We Still have the Machete...

The power of love...
as evidenced by a Haitian brown taratula named Zarry

Zarry (long "A", like star) had a long and wonderful like in the mountains of Haiti near Pignon.  He crawled around and ate crickets and such.  He particularly liked to hang out in, on, and around human showers.  He made his way into a container bound for Iowa where he lived happily with his human & canine family until he drew his last breath on January 25th, 2011 at 4:43pm CST.

His legacy of love as I see it:
-  He drew a group of missionaries together (and in hard moments pointed out their failings).
-  He was a daily reminder of my Christian family at United Christians international.  It makes laugh to picture Kerri trying to teach me the Creole word for spider: "Zar-en-yen... oh nevermind, just call him Zarry" :)
-  He made airport security laugh (something I've never seen anything accomplish in my whole life).
-  He was a really neat gift for a loving husband who waited two weeks for me to get home last August.
-  I've been able to witness my husband's care and reverence for another living creature and that's been  pretty darn cool.  From a shotgun trip to Des Moines to get Zarry all the bells and whistles a fancy terrarium can provide, to weekly trips to Oskaloosa to get live crickets.  My husband is the most wonderful man on earth.  Even before we disposed of the body he said "well, a plastic bag isn't what he deserves, but it's all we have" I fell in love with him all over again.  Now he just keeps saying "poor Zarry".  I love him!

Bondye Beni Ou (God bless you)!

Monday, January 24, 2011

Style Once was Everything

There once was a girl who was very into fashion, fitness, and beauty.  She never took this to the level of crazy that many women do, but it still took some precedence in her life.  She enjoyed her youth, her figure, and her taste in all things "refined".  Then she entered the real world.  The world where room and board are not covered.  The world where extra hours at work trump time at the gym.  Her youth went by the wayside.  It was a slow ascent.  It was the sort of climb where you don't even know you are climbing.  Rather, day-by-day, life marched on.  One thing led to another.  The fog slowly lifted and there she stood on new ground.  It was the winter of 2011 and she needed a new suit for work.  She realized she was nearly 30.  She lived in a small town (no place to find a suit in a jiff).  She had life committments (no funds for worsted wool).  She had let herself go (her size 6-8 wardrobe wouldn't fit around her ankle).  Then suddenly, like a Mack truck from hell she found herself in Marshalltown, IA (the epitome of the most drab place on earth) at a JC Penny (the epitome of the least fashionable place on earth) purchasing not only off-the-rack, but CLEARANCE women's suiting made of polyester (oh the horror) in not a size 6, 8, or even 10... but a size 16.

Life as we know it was over.  The girl died.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

This "Intensive" Life

Time to hunker down now!  I am in seminary!  This surreal experience is now real.  I have been on campus for "intensives" for one of two weeks.  All of the classmates I have been interacting with online for six weeks now have real faces, emotions, stories, & thoughts.  Moreover, I have a student ID with my name and picture on it.  If that doesn't make it all real, then I don't know what does.

Here is what has genuinely surprised me so far:

-  I like my classmates, & I think they like me.
-  You have to know quite a bit about English to learn Biblical Hebrew (what the heck is third person/masculine/plural anyway?  and, can you tell me what the definite article is?)
-  I thought the hardest thing about being away from home, would be being away from home.  Class is actually quite challenging and in fact sitting in class all day is a lot of work... I find myself saying "my brain hurts" & "I'm really exhausted" to my husband on the phone a lot.  Also, after having learned for eight hours, I feel my need for solitude and nothingness louder than ever before and can't figure out how my classmates are going home to study some more.
-  There are lots of people here who don't agree with me on things I thought were rather standard.
-  We at the Reformed Theological Seminary are not all Reformed.
-  I have found lots more needed affirmation than I anticipated and feel very supported (my peer group rocks).
-  I sincerely like this and am hopeful for my future :)