This past week I had the privelage to travel down to California on the Master's college preview trip. Good times were had by all, and our van was a testimony to the fact that boredom is only a lack of creativity (A on boredom, B on Boredom..... you get the idea.) One of our past times was listening to a truly varied selection of music. Before I continue, I will confess that I do enjoy my music, secular and Chrisitian, and I do not plan on giving it up, but I was forced to reflect on the lyrical content of what was being placed in my priority slot. I have the blessing/curse of a unique combination of physchoanalysis and stereotyping everything I come in contact with, a condition my oldest brother does not help (good luck in your Rhetoric of Technology class, let me know How We Became Posthuman.)
Ok, all of this to come to the point of my observations on the music we were listening to in the van during our slow processions to and from the Master's College. The world does not have stability. The biproduct of our views on social normatives and liberties have created a default prerequisite that turns every secular cd into an emotional rollercoaster with no saftey belt, causing it's patrons to live in fear of every twist and bend in the rails before them. The constant theme is a first person view of how one can satisfy himself or persuade someone else to satify him. Listen to how many times a secularly produced track includes the word "I". There is a constant search in the unsaved man's life for the one item that will completly satisfy him without reprecussions. However, the true Christian track focuses on God and His power. In every possible means the artist will direct a listeners thoughts to something so much greater than himself. Imagine the irony of a hiker climbing to the top of a mountain, with deep green forests on all sides that vanish in the distance into silver clouds and bold mountain crags frosted in snow surround him in a sea of the deepest shade of blue, and then that hiker focusing a picture on himself with the magnificent surroundings cropped out. Or a man lamenting about getting hit by a car while crossing a busy intersection with his eyes closed. That is, in essence, what the secular artist does. He focuses on a cut, but forgets that he could have lost the whole arm, he boasts about his strength, but forgets how easily he was cut. The process is a continual loop, and just like how an amplified signal loop creates the painful effect of feedback, so the selfish/narrow minded cycle of the unsaved mind creates a manic depression. In a closing contrast of messages, I summerize by saying the Christain artist find satisfaction in "the God of wonders beyond our galaxy," while the secular artist asks "is anybody home, does anybody care, has anybody wasted tears on the lonliness that everyone becomes."
-To God be the glory

This is about all I have to say about Califor-ni-yay...
-To God be the glory

sometimes we live our lives expecting there to be a shark underneath our boat, but really our "ocean" is a puddle in the palm of God's hand.
-To God be the glory

A rattling car ride to the top of a mountain during the early hours of the morning was not within my "comfort zone." But the view could not have been a better reminder of God's self-glorification.
-To God be the glory