I had a wonderful conversation with a minister friend of mine last week. I was doing some video work for him and we were chatting. He asked about church, kids, life in general. The he asked how I was doing spiritually. I replied, I just told you! He looked at me oddly and said "you just told me about your world and what's going on, I want to know about your spiritual life".
This took us down an interesting road that was very revealing to me. I realized in a moment that my thinking is not at all what it used to be. Perhaps in that moment I was finally able to verbalize this new journey.
When I spoke to him about the things that are going on in my life; daddy, husband, concert promoter, venue manager, funeral director, city councilman, I was telling him about my spiritual life. About ALL my life. I no longer understand why I have to separate my daily living activities from my "spiritual" activities. To steal from Rob Bell, "Everything is Spiritual".
It was his opinion only those activities where you mention or specifically interject God or Jesus are truly spiritual activities. There was a very strong suggestion that only activities at, or endorsed, by the church would qualify. So you could not promote a concert and bring the community together to enjoy artistic presentation of music and call it a spiritual thing unless there was an invitation or a sign hanging around that said sponsored by God. That my wife's passion for blood drives and Relay for Life are not spiritual events.
It is true that God brought His future to us on the first Easter. The Kingdom is here and we can participate. Partners with the Creator in the redemption of all things. I don't think that my life's journey needs to be separated into parts that are spiritual and nonspiritual. I don't understand that at all anymore.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
A sorrowful confession
From 1981:
Come walk with me in the darkness
and as we walk along
I'll tell you quite a story
and I'll sing you quite a song
I'll sing of light and darkness
of victory and defeat
Corruption on the mountains and
compassion in the street
For it's a long night and weary
grow the feet that walk the long road
but the morning will come sweet
Yes it's a long night and the Prince is in the
streets tonight
We'll walk into the city, Chaos is it's name
And in its streets and alleys
Are the blind, the sick, the maimed
And the children cry for water and
relief seems out of sight
And they dream about tomorrow in
the darkness of the night
For it's a long night and weary
grow the feet that walk the long road
but the morning will come sweet
Yes it's a long night and the Prince is in the
streets tonight
Well just outside that city far from the blight
and pain
Is a holy mountain fortress where life seems
calm and sane
There's feasting there and singing by tranquil
waterfalls
And the streetfolks never come there
'cause they cannot climb the walls
At the gateway to the fortress
The Man of Sorrows cries
A Prince in beggar's clothing with compassion
in his eyes
The mountain folks won't hear him so he'll
turn his feet around
And the ruler of the mountains becomes a
servant in the town
For it's a long night and weary
grow the feet that walk the long road
but the morning will come sweet
Yes it's a long night and the Prince is in the
streets tonight
Well I see his kingdom coming
I see the victory day
There'll be no need of fortress walls
For there is a better way
The Prince will lift the lowly, and the proud will
taste defeat
Don't look for the kingdom on the mountain
for it's coming in the street
For it's a long night and weary
grow the feet that walk the long road
but the morning will come sweet
Yes it's a long night and the Prince is in the
streets tonight
Ken Medema, 1981...Word Music
Believe it or not I found and listened to this album on the original vinyl. I am unable to process the information about what I knew then and where I am now. I am really seeking. The story will be His.
Castle
Come walk with me in the darkness
and as we walk along
I'll tell you quite a story
and I'll sing you quite a song
I'll sing of light and darkness
of victory and defeat
Corruption on the mountains and
compassion in the street
For it's a long night and weary
grow the feet that walk the long road
but the morning will come sweet
Yes it's a long night and the Prince is in the
streets tonight
We'll walk into the city, Chaos is it's name
And in its streets and alleys
Are the blind, the sick, the maimed
And the children cry for water and
relief seems out of sight
And they dream about tomorrow in
the darkness of the night
For it's a long night and weary
grow the feet that walk the long road
but the morning will come sweet
Yes it's a long night and the Prince is in the
streets tonight
Well just outside that city far from the blight
and pain
Is a holy mountain fortress where life seems
calm and sane
There's feasting there and singing by tranquil
waterfalls
And the streetfolks never come there
'cause they cannot climb the walls
At the gateway to the fortress
The Man of Sorrows cries
A Prince in beggar's clothing with compassion
in his eyes
The mountain folks won't hear him so he'll
turn his feet around
And the ruler of the mountains becomes a
servant in the town
For it's a long night and weary
grow the feet that walk the long road
but the morning will come sweet
Yes it's a long night and the Prince is in the
streets tonight
Well I see his kingdom coming
I see the victory day
There'll be no need of fortress walls
For there is a better way
The Prince will lift the lowly, and the proud will
taste defeat
Don't look for the kingdom on the mountain
for it's coming in the street
For it's a long night and weary
grow the feet that walk the long road
but the morning will come sweet
Yes it's a long night and the Prince is in the
streets tonight
Ken Medema, 1981...Word Music
Believe it or not I found and listened to this album on the original vinyl. I am unable to process the information about what I knew then and where I am now. I am really seeking. The story will be His.
Castle
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