Skip to main content

saturday song: break out of the trance

okay..it's saturday, i have a house full of company (a total of 5 kids in our house aged 6 and under, and my very sanity on the brink of utter destruction), so i don't have any time/energy for anything more than the following saturday song.  this song is by a guy named greg x. volz.  in the early 1980's he sang for a christian band called petra.  then, in 1985 or so he left petra and went solo.  i had his 1986 album called "the river is rising" on cassette.  remember those?  the clear plastic credit card-sized contraption of joy, mysteriously embedded with wicked gnarly 80's tunes?  do you remember the smell of one of those cassettes, newly opened?  heaven.  but i digress....

anyway, in 1986-7, you would have found me next to a tape player with this album on.  as soon as the side hummed then clicked to an end, i flipped it over and listened to the other side for 4,593rd time.  i loved greg x. volz.  i mean, we shared the same name, and his middle initial was x.  that was enough to make him my here right there.  then, the fact that he was singing christian music that didn't sound like psalty's songbook?  awesome.  looking back, i recognize that these songs aren't instant classics, and that my own sense of nostalgia colors my hearing of them, but i still dig greg x.'s mid-80's aweseomeness.  i don't expect any of you to listen, but in case you want to imagine yourself watching little 11-year old me, with very light brown curly hair, playing with star wars toys and listening to some of the best that christian rock had to offer, have a listen.  break out of the trance. 

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

#thoughtsandprayers

i made these comments and prayed the following prayer at one of our worship services at SPWF yesterday, and had a few folks asked if i would post them, so there they are: 
It has been a season of terrible tragedy.  And I have noticed in the news a trending phrase: thoughts and prayers.  It even has its own hashtag on twitter and other social media, but net necessarily in a good way.  People are understandably tired of hearing about others’ thoughts and prayers, when that is only a thinly-veiled way of saying that our only obligation to those who suffer is a brief moment of silence, or nothing more than a tweet or public statement.  The truth is that, for those of us who follow Jesus, much is required when our neighbors suffer.  We are called to do justice where we can, to love kindness and mercy, and to walk with God through it all.  But let us be careful not to throw out the proverbial baby with the bathwater.  We are, as people of faith, those who know that prayer is not simply an em…

a divided tree

there is a tree in my back yard.  i'm pretty sure it's an oak tree.  at least that's what i think Shannon told me.  i don't know my oaks from my maples, my elms from my locusts.  to me, it's a tree: a corinthian column bursting up into life and glory.  full of sap and pulp and rings and bugs and cells pulsing with water and always reaching for something.  it is full of rhythm, reach and flourish then fall and die, and repeat. 

this particular tree, though, isn't of one mind. 

half of it's rusted orange leaves have given up their grip and surrendered -gracefully or not - to the pull of gravity and the threat of winter.  the north side of this inauspicious oak is just about bare naked, all sticks and straight lines, a skeleton of itself.  but the side that looks south is stubbornly resisting change.  no longer green, the leaves have compromised their summer vibrancy, but they are clearly not ready to concede death just yet. 

i feel like i can relate to this …

vote. and pray. but do not be afraid (the King is alive).

i'm not sure how many americans right now are feeling optimistic about the government.  i know i'm not.  in fact, while i didn't live through the civil war or anything, i have to think that faith in our elected leaders - indeed the whole system of electing them in the first place - is at one of its lowest points.  i just don't have a great deal of confidence in those individuals who have been elected, or in those who want to be.  i find myself slipping at times into what feels like a swamp of apathy: sinking, to be sure, but not sure that i care enough anymore to do much about it.  i see this attitude all around me: in conversations, on social media, and in popular culture.  perhaps there is no more clear indication of our nation's view of the government than this current election season, when we would teeter on electing liars and thieves, crooks and clowns. 

which is why i was so startled as i sat down to read psalm 72 this morning. as i read the ancient song, i…