The Firesign Theatre’s “I Think We’re All Bozos On This Bus” and the dignity of the human race

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I heard this theatric presentation on the radio once back in the day when they were “popular” and remember enjoying it, while certainly having no clue to what their aim was. My recent reading of something  written by Christian theologian Eugene Peterson about a bus trip, that will be the substance of this post, was what brought it to mind. Continue reading

Andrew Bird’s “Hole in the Ocean Floor” and the eager longing of creation for the manifestation of the sons of God

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I happened to be listening to this wonderful song by Andrew Bird today, and decide to try to figure out what it may be about. I discovered that the song was inspired by the Deepwater Horizon oil spill that happened in 2010. Here is a link to the interview where Andrew Bird revealed his inspiration.

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When I learned this, and thought about his lyrics conveying the sound of “all God’s creatures…roaring again” due to another unfortunate act of man,  something that Paul of Tarsus wrote nearly two millennia ago came to mind. I believe that what he wrote in his letter to the first generation of Christian “saints” in Rome, demonstrates that ancient scripture does speak across time, with the concerns of the transcendent Creator.

18 For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us. 19 For the creation waits with eager longing for the revealing of the sons of God. 20 For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of him who subjected it, in hope 21 that the creation itself will be set free from its bondage to corruption and obtain the freedom of the glory of the children of God. 22 For we know that the whole creation has been groaning together in the pains of childbirth until now. (The English Standard Version of Romans 8:18-22)

Paul’s own knowledge of the groaning of creation was undoubtedly informed by several of the Hebrew prophets. Thus in Jeremiah 12:4 we read of the calamities that follow when man believes he does not need to answer to the transcendent Creator for his irresponsible actions upon the earth.

How long will the land mourn
and the grass of every field wither?
For the evil of those who dwell in it
the beasts and the birds are swept away,
because they said, “He will not see our latter end.”

While some calamities are true accidents, others could be prevented. Either way, it is no wonder that the creation groans in travail under the acts of men, while eagerly waiting for the revelation of the sons of God.

Hole in the Ocean Floor

I woke with a start
Crying bullets, beating heart
To hear all God’s creatures
Roaring again

Not a cricket was creaking,
Or a floorboard was squeaking,
And all the world was snoring again

There’s a hole in the ocean floor
There’s a hole in the ocean floor
Gonna stop bleeding alone

I woke with a start
Crying bullets, beating heart
To hear all God’s creatures
Roaring again…

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BMC @ Manifest Propensity, 2014.

Frederick Buechner’s Godric tells of when misery is “drowned in minstrelsy”

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Here is another inspirational passage from “Godric” by Frederick Buechner that is about “misery” and “minstrelsy.”

“All those years ago Tom Ball blessed my ears to hear the poor cry out for help, and I still hear them right enough. Continue reading

“Solitude” – A postmodern pastoral “prog-rock” gem from 1971 by Peter Hammill

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In about 1974 I purchased a few $1.99 cut-out albums of progressive rock. They were “Pawn Hearts” by Van Der Graff Generator (Peter Hammill’s group) and “Fools Mate” by Peter Hammill. Continue reading

“A Poem of Apocalyptic Emancipation” – An autobiographical explanation of the meaning

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A little over fifteen years ago I composed “A Poem of Apocalyptic Emancipation” which I decided to post on this blog a few weeks ago. It was the narration of a struggle I had been having for some time as I wrestled with the clash of two worldviews that seemed to be colliding in my conscience. The struggle is epitomized in the title/subtitle of the poem:

“…And the things of earth will grow strangely dim.” 

(A Poem of Apocalyptic Emancipation) Continue reading

“Nothing’s too big to fit in my heart” – Bruce Cockburn

 

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“To Fit in My Heart”

Endless silver
Wave forms crash in
Sea’s too big to fit in my brain
Nothings too big to fit in my heart

Seas come, seas go
Where they stood deserts flow
Time’s too big to fit in the brain
Nothing’s too big to fit in my heart

Spacetime strings bend
World without end
God’s too big to fit in a book
Nothings too big to fit in my heart

 Song by Bruce Cockburn, from “LIfe Short, Call Now

Sorry but I could not find a digital copy of the song that I could upload.

BMC @ Manifest Propensity, 2013.

“We are inveterate poets” – C. S. Lewis

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Painting: “The Mind of C.S.Lewis-A Wardrobe of Imagination” by Jim Hutchinson

“We are inveterate poets. When a quantity is very great we cease to regard it as a mere quantity. Our imaginations awake. Instead of mere quantity, we now have a quality-the sublime….Men of sensibility look up on the night sky with awe: brutal and stupid men do not. When the silence of the eternal spaces terrified Pascal, it was Pascal’s own greatness that enabled them to do so; to be frightened by the bigness of the nebulae is, almost literally, to be frightened of our own shadow. For light years and geological periods are mere arithmetic until the shadow of man, the poet, the maker of myths, falls upon them. As a Christian, I do not say we are wrong to tremble at that shadow; for I believe it to be the shadow of the image of God. But if the vastness of Nature ever threatens to overcrow our spirits, we must remember that it is only Nature spiritualized by human imagination which does so.”

From “Miracles” by C. S. Lewis

BMC @ Manifest Propensity, 2013.