I've just been listening to somone say that they can't go clubbing anymore, or listen to normal music, because they're a Christian. Argh.
I don't have a problem with them deciding that they shouldn't go clubbing, or listen to normal music. But what this says is that someone can't be a Christian if they go clubbing or if they don't like Christian industry music.
Saturday night, went to Freshly Cooked Rock, at House of Sound (York Street Chruch of Christ's live music venue) to see Endel, Standing Tall and Rhinosaur.
After the gig, at Sturt Street McDonalds (Standing Tall always go there after Ballarat shows), Chris was concerned because someone in the mosh pit had been 'worshipping' (they were raising their hands in the air, and singing with their eyes closed) to a song which was supposed to be about a girl. Being a Christian, Chris didn't want his music to cause people to worship each other.
This reminds me of some stuff I learnt at Ignition ('Art and the Church'), about how when churches use art, we try to make it so that there is little room for the audience to end up with their interpretation.
It also reminded me about similar stuff I've learnt at uni about the death of the author.
Roland Barthes said that in the interpretation of a text, it doesn't matter what the author intended it's meaning to be, because every person will have a different interpretation. In some way, each person who engages the text creates a new text. Often Christrians don't like the idea that people might interpret Christian music or literature the way we want them to, so we try and leave little room for individual interpretation.
The person who was 'worshipping' to the song had a different interpretation of the song to the one Chris intended when he wrote the it.
Last Thursday, at lunch time, me and some of the guys from my UG (I was asked to keep leading it until last week) were having a discussion with one of our friends, who is a polytheist, while playing pool in the Zoo Lounge.
One thing she reckons is that within the context of Jewish family heirarchy was Jesus supposed to be the head of the family after Joseph died, because he was the oldest son. Apparently this was very important in First Century CE Jewish society.
I also brought up the part of the story where Jesus family come looking for him:
While he [Jesus] was still speaking to the people, behold, his mother and his brothers stood outside, asking to speak to him. But he replied to the man who told him, 'Who is my mother, and who are my brothers?' And stretching out his hand toward his disciples, he said, 'Here are my mother and my brothers! For whoever does the will of my Father in heaven is my brother and sister and mother.'It seems like Jesus is disrespecting his mother and breaking the sixth commandment (Exodus 20:12).
Matthew 12:46-50
On Monday, in my Fantasy class, we had a look at Shaun Tan's picture-story book, The Lost Thing. On the cover, just beneath the title, is written, 'A tale for those who have more important things to pay attention to'. Funnily enough, most of the class had raced through the book just before class, because it's 'just a kids' book'.
Over the weekend I spent a lot of time at Ignition, a gathering of Christian artists, in Windsor, near Prahran.
I was very tired though partly because I went to Tab's farewell party at 3:21am on the Friday. Me, Glenn, DeeDee, Adam and Yedsa left for Ballarat at about 10:30pm Friday. We got there about midnight, slept at my place for three hours, went to Tab's party, played Mafia and this other game, observed Trav making art, of all things, and left at about 7:30 am.
Also, I was staying at my parents place in Ferntree Gully. It is normally about an hour trip from Ferntree Gully to the CBD, then about ten minutes more to Windsor. But the train line between Belgrave and Ringwood was being repaired, so I had to catch a bus part of the way, which added a lot of time to each trip.
I'll probably write about some of the stuff I learned at Ignition, at The Brown Blog.
Update: 'Biblical Storytellting', 'Art and the Church'
Some other people who were there: Kitty Nick Aimee
Kitty has posted some photos here.
This is a review of Brian McLaren's new book, The Last Word and the Word After That. It talks about reconsidering what we believe about Heaven, Hell and God's Kingdom.
Yesterday my dad was leading the singing at his church, and one of the songs he'd been told they'd be singing was 'May this Be a Place'. Some of the lyrics include, 'May this be a place where everyone can feel at home,' and 'May this be a place where people can be free to pray.'
Dad asked the congregation to vote on whether 'May this be a place where everyone can feel at home' should be changed to 'May this be a place where everyone can feel at home as long as they behave appropriately and don't smoke out the front of the building.' The congregation voted unanimously in favor of not changing this lyric.
The Dad asked if they'd like to change 'May this be a place where people can be free to pray' to 'May this be a place where people can be free to pray as long as they don't hold their hands in the air or pary in tongues.' Once again the congregation voted unanimously in favor of leaving the lyric as it was.
Just found this on the U2 Sermons Blog, from Easter Sunday:
I am death
the mighty destroyer
of the world
On Sunday morning, I visited my family's church, where I was baptised almost four years ago.
Normally I dread visiting the morning service there. Maybe I shouldn't say this, but everybody just seems miserable and almost dead.
It was pretty different on Sunday morning though. The place was filled with helium balloons, and that one thing seemed to make a huge difference. Toward the end of the service, the pastor talked a bit, and during his talk one of the balloons behind him started to go down towards the floor, then bobbed around in mid air, causing a lot of people to crack up laughing, which was wonderful.
At the end of the service we each wrote a message of hope on a small piece of paper and tied it onto a balloon. We took them all outside, let them go, and watched them float out over the Dandenongs, until we couldn't see them.
Went up to the Belgrave Heights Easter Convention tonight (Saturday).
Tonight David Jackman was talked about Romans 6:1-14, which is about claiming freedom from sin. One thing he suggested, based on verse 13,
'Do not offer the parts of your body to sin, as instruments of wickedness, but rather offer yourselves to God, as those who have been brought from death to life; and offer the parts of your body to him as instruments of righteousness,'was to offer each part of bodies to God, for his purposes, every day. He also suggested asking for help from God, in not letting Satan use any of our body parts.
Take these shoes
Click clacking down some dead end street
Take these shoes
And make them fit
Take this shirt
Polyester white trash made in nowhere
Take this shirt
And make it clean, clean
Take this soul
Stranded in some skin and bones
Take this soul
And make it sing
Yahweh, Yahweh
Always pain before a child is born
Yahweh, Yahweh
Still I’m waiting for the dawn
Take these hands
Teach them what to carry
Take these hands
Don’t make a fist
Take this mouth
So quick to criticise
Take this mouth
Give it a kiss
Yahweh, Yahweh
Always pain before a child is born
Yahewh, Yahweh
Still I’m waiting for the dawn
Still waiting for the dawn, the sun is coming up
The sun is coming up on the ocean
This love is like a drop in the ocean
This love is like a drop in the ocean
Yahweh, Yahweh
Always pain before a child is born
Yahweh, tell me now
Why the dark before the dawn?
Take this city
A city should be shining on a hill
Take this city
If it be your will
What no man can own, no man can take
Take this heart
Take this heart
Take this heart
And make it break
On the bus yesterday, there were two Christians from different kinds of churches, who were talking about the differences between the ways their churches experience Easter.
One way they talked about was experiencing death of the Friday and the Saturday with the expectation fo the resurrection on Sunday.
The other way was by experiencing the Friday and the Saturday as though we don't know that the resurrection is coming on Sunday, like Jesus' first disciples had to. They didn't have any reason to celebrate yet, and had evey reason to mourn.
Last night, at church, Tucks got us to listen to 'Secret Ambition' by Michael W. Smith. The chorus ends with,
Nobody knew His secret ambitionIt reminded me of what the people on the bus had been talking about. A lot of the time we forget that the people whose stories are told in the Bible didn't know what was going to happen next or how their stories would end.
Was to give His life away
Went to a party last week. Most of the people were on either alcohol, pot, acid or ecstasy. A few of them were on all four.
Most of them were pretty close to my age, and not addicted yet. But there were also a few guys who were about thirty and had been doing this since their late teens. They were completely demented from it, and the scary thing was that this didn't seem to bother any of the younger guys, and they didn't seem to realise that they could end up the same.
A waiter came to the table, wearing a bright pink "His+His" t-shirt and a "Silence=Death" armband, and raised one eyebrow at the man seated at the table in front of him in the "Come Follow Me" t-shirt. Jesus said to him, "Will you give me a drink?"Found this great postmodern version of a Jesus story at Ragamuffin Ramblings, via Planet Telex
One thing we've changed this year at Universe in Ballarat is that we're only having big meetings evey three weeks, and concerntrating more on smaller groups, which are (for the moment) called Universe Groups or UGs. (There's more stuff about UGs here.)
I'm glad to say I'm leading the smallest of the UGs. I met with the three other guys (all first-years) this afternoon, and we went and sat on the grass under one of the oak trees outside the Library. Since we don't all know each other that well, we've just started off talking about what we're reading in scriptures at the moment, and what God's been showing us through it. We also talked about realism, acorns, farms and how Christianity became the unofficial official religion of the Roman Empire. A girl from Nackers' (he's in my UG) course came over and joined us for a while. She'd read the Bible a little bit before (her grandma used to make her go to church) and likes Buddhism, so we talked about Buddhism a bit too.
For church, the last two Tuesday nights, we've split the gathering into four different sections: Welcome, Worship, Word and Witness. (I don't agree with the compartmentalisation, but have been working with it.) Each gathering a different person has organised each section, and last night I got to 'lead' the 'Worship' segment.
I talked a little bit about how most of the time, in terms of musical worship, we think of celebratory songs, although there is a much wider variety of songs included in the Psalms. There are psalms of celebration, but there are also psalms for times of mourning, and times of struggles.
Mourning
As an example of a song of mourning, I chose 'In the Sun' from Jospeh Arthur's album, Come to where I'm from. I chose this because Arthur's protagonist sounds like he is finding it hard to find hope, isn't sure if he even believes in God when he says, 'May God's love be with you.' I thought it might help us come to terms with the fact that a lot of people in our society haven't been finding a lot of hope in the Christian idea of God, and are trying to work out for themselves what they believe ('If I find my own way / How much will I find?').
Struggles
As an example of a song of struggles, I used 'Who will Save Your Soul?' from Spirit by Jewel. I chose this song because it confronts many of the problems people face trying to survive. I also chose it because rather than expecting God to fix everything, it repeats 'Who will save your souls if you won't save your own?' implying that we've also our own responsibility to work towards making things work again.
Some stuff that other people came up with is that when Jewel sings 'Who will save your soul when it comes to the flowers,' she might mean the flowers at a funeral.
Also, when she sings, 'So we pray to as many different gods as there are flowers,' this could be a reference to how we try to get security from so many things other than, or as well as, God.
Celebration
(comes after 'calibration' in the dictionary)
I didn't just put the celebration song at the end to finish on a high. I put it last also because before we can really celebrate, we need to mourn to come to terms with our losses, and to struggle, so that we can get to a point where we can celebrate again. A lot of the time in our public gatherings, we Christians just try to celebarte and celebrate, and I wonder why my heart isn't always into it. I think this is because we don't go through the mourning and struggles, and so there isn't much to celebrate. It's like we're trying to pretend we're still living in the Christian Era - something a lot of us never even experienced.
For this I chose 'All because of You' from U2's How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb, because I understand it as a song celebrating the fact that even though I'm pretty stuffed up, God's fixing me up.
We had a couple of different interpretations of the bridge:
I'm aliveI'm pretty sure both interpretations were that it was talking about being reborn as a follower of Messiah. However, one interpretations was that it was saying 'I want back inside' 'the place I started out from' because following Messiah is hard, and the protagonist wants to go back to their old way life.
I'm being born
I just arrived, I'm at the door
Of the place I started out from
And I want back inside
Yesterday, in Adaptaions (a film class), our lecturer showed us this picture and asked what we thought was going on.
It looked like it might have been showing a stage in an initiation rite, or the punishment of a criminal.
It was easier to recognise what was going on when the lecturer showed us the full series of paintings.
After he'd shown us the full series, he explained that a church in Lodwar, Kenya had comissioned local artists to paint a series of paintings of the Stations of the Cross. This was a better way of communicating to the 'Jesus story' to the locals than teaching them to read the Bible.
Yesterday I rewatched Adaptation, for one of my classes.
Adaptation is an adaptation of Susan Orlean's book, The Orchid Thief. But it's also a film about the difficulty Charles Kaufman (played by Nicolas Cage) had adapting the book into a screenplay. In a sense, the film is about Kaufman trying to adapt The Orchid Thief into a film, and includes parts of the resulting film. The film is all about how the same film was made.
One thing I'd forgotten about this film, since the first time I watched it, was how vulnerable Kaufman has made himself. His character is very nervous about meeting new people, impatient with is (invented) identical twin brother and is always worrying about something. The film begins with a voiceover of Kaufman rambling about his weight, baldness, tendency to sweat.
The thing I like about this is that it frees other people up to be able to be honest about their problems and anxieties.
