Faded Photographs or the Real Thing
3/12/2023
Listening to some Christian music just now before I jump on a plane, and a thought occurred to me: If I ever slow down on applying the words carefully and precisely and purposefully and passionately, phrase by phrase, that music that I love will become just simply music and a cultural placebo for Christianity. Memories, faded photographs.
The result of that will always be “older men and older women” being useless and fakers, place-takers in the kingdom of God damaging the younger with hypocrisy and contradiction and stupid grandpa/grandma stories—rather than the real thing. Caleb: “Now therefore, get these pathetic giants out of my way and give me this mountain!” 11:47 a.m.
