Thursday, December 28, 2023

Hold Me, Jesus...Again

 

Having been a huge fan of Rich Mullins for decades and having already referred to him and his songs many times while producing the Truth Is... blog for over 11 years (at this point), it was inevitable that this moment would arrive.

The moment to which I refer is that, in the course of reviewing and revering Rich's album, A Liturgy, a Legacy, and a Ragamuffin Band, I find that I have already written about the next song, "Hold Me, Jesus."


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Truth is...I can't do the song any more justice than to ask you to read the original post from March 2016: https://deweytruth.blogspot.com/2016/03/hold-me-jesus.html


Thursday, December 21, 2023

The Color Green

 

The third song in the liturgy section of Rich Mullins' A Liturgy, a Legacy, and a Ragamuffin Band is a song of praise filled with allusions to the glories of nature.


And the moon is a sliver of silver
Like a shaving that fell on the floor of a Carpenter's shop
And every house must have it's builder
And I awoke in the house of God
Where the windows are mornings and evenings
Stretched from the sun
Across the sky north to south
And on my way to early meeting
I heard the rocks crying out
I heard the rocks crying out

Be praised for all Your tenderness
by these works of Your hands
Suns that rise and rains that fall to bless
and bring to life Your land
Look down upon this winter wheat
and be glad that You have made
Blue for the sky and the color green
that fills these fields with praise

And the wrens have returned and they're nesting
In the hollow of that oak where his heart once had been
And he lifts up his arms in a blessing for being born again
And the streams are all swollen with winter
Winter unfrozen and free to run away now
And I'm amazed when I remember
Who it was that built this house
And with the rocks I cry out

Be praised for all Your tenderness
by these works of Your hands
Suns that rise and rains that fall to bless
and bring to life Your land
Look down upon this winter wheat
and be glad that You have made
Blue for the sky and the color green
that fills these fields with praise

1993 - Edward Grant, Inc.

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Truth is..."And the moon was a sliver of silver" is one of my favorite lines in all of music. and then "Like a shaving that fell on the floor of a Carpenter's shop / And every house must have its builder / And I awoke in the house of God" immediately draws our attention to the Creator rather than the Creation.

Brilliant.



Thursday, December 14, 2023

52:10

 

Titled simply "52:10", the second song on Rich Mullins' A Liturgy, a Legacy, and a Ragamuffin Band serves as a call to worship for the "liturgy" section of the project.


It is Isaiah 52:10 set to a haunting and compelling melody and it calls our attention to Yahweh's awesomeness in a more organic way than the earlier, more well-known song, "Awesome God".

The Lord has bared His Holy arm
The Lord has bared His Holy arm
In the sight of all the nations
And all the ends of the earth shall see
The Lord's salvation
The Lord has bared His Holy arm
His Holy arm

1992 - BMG Songs, Inc.

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Truth is...There is comfort in the thought of Yahweh rolling up his sleeves. Psalm 77:15 praises him when it says "With your mighty arm you redeemed your people."



Thursday, December 7, 2023

"Hear" in America

 

The words and music of Rich Mullins are no strangers to readers of Truth Is.... Don't believe me? Just click THIS LINK and be taken to all the posts that reference this Indiana boy who became an international singer of songs about Jesus and the experience of following him.

For many, Rich's 7th solo album, A Liturgy, a Legacy, and a Ragamuffin Band, was the pinnacle of his career. With October 26, 2023 having been the 30th anniversary of its release, it is high time for a song-by-song meditation.


The album opens with introductory remarks and remembrances anchored in nature and nurture as "Here in America" reminds Rich...and us...that the Father's love is majestic and powerful and life-giving.

Saints and children we have gathered here
to hear the sacred story
And I'm glad to bring it to you
with my best rhyming and rhythm
'Cause I know the thirsty listen
and down to the waters come
And the Holy King of Israel loves me here in America

And if you listen to my songs
I hope you hear the water falling
I hope you feel the oceans crashing
on the coast of north New England
I wish I could be there just to see them,
two summers past I was
And the Holy King of Israel loves me here in America

And if I were a painter
I do not know which I'd paint
The calling of the ancient stars
or assembling of the saints
And there's so much beauty around us
for just two eyes to see
But everywhere I go I'm looking

And once I went to Appalachia
for my father he was born there
And I saw the mountains waking
with the innocence of children
And my soul is still there with them
wrapped in the songs they brought
And the Holy King of Israel loves me here in America

And I've seen by the highways
on a million exit ramps
Those two-legged memorials
to the laws of happenstance
Waiting for four-wheeled messiahs
to take them home again
But I am home anywhere if You are where I am

And if you listen to my songs
I hope you hear the water falling
I hope you feel the oceans crashing
on the coast of north New England
I wish I could be there just to see them,
two summers past I was
And the Holy King of Israel loves me here in America

1992 - BMG Songs, Inc.

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Truth is...If you read my blogs, I hope you hear the Spirit calling. I hope you feel God's love come crashing through your walls of deep resistance. I wish I could be there just to see it like in years of youth ministry past. And the Holy King of Israel loves us here in America...and around the world.



Thursday, November 30, 2023

Calvin & Hobbes: What's Good for the Goose...

 

Bill Waterson's beloved comic, Calvin & Hobbes, had a Sunday strip that pointed out the flaw in some people's definition of right and wrong.

It begins with Calvin making a declaration and following it up with a string of cliches to support his worldview.


Hobbes then puts Calvin's beliefs into practice.


Which leads to Calvin spilling the beans on the particular self-centeredness of his philosophy.


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Truth is...The way the world is, it's amazing we aren't ALL covered with mud.


Thursday, November 23, 2023

How Do You Spell "Thanks"?

 


Time is a gift that only Yahweh can give. It bears witness to his patience.

Hope is the life force of a heart that is currently broken, but optimistic about the future.

Application of God's promises to the circumstances of my life wipes out all fear.

Nazareth was a backwater village that folks didn't ascribe much potential to, but it nurtured the world's savior. I may not hold a lot of promise in the eyes of some...and neither may you...but God can use even us to accomplish his will.

Knowledge of the love of God is an experiential thing, not an intellectual exercise. And it's something I can grow in!

Songs speak to the human soul in ways the spoken word cannot. I praise Yahweh FOR and WITH music.

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Truth is...The Lord is my strength and shield. I trust him with all my heart. He helps me, and my heart is filled with joy. I burst out in songs of thanksgiving. (Psalm 28:7)


Thursday, November 16, 2023

For When You Think It's Too Late For You

 

As I slowly make my way through The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, most of John Koenig's made-up words are accompanied by a short definition and etymology. For example:

alazia n. the fear that you're no longer able to change [Greek allazo, to change + dysplasia, abnormal development of tissue. Pronounced "uh-ley-zhuh or "ah-ley-zee-uh."]

But every so often, Koenig includes a short essay to further comment on the observations that led to him creating the word. In the case of alazia, that essay is packed with truth and needs to be pondered.

Therefore...


"When you were born, you could have been anybody. So quick and malleable, your parents could look at your face and see a future president. They tried to mold you as you grew, but they could only work with what they had. And when their tools stopped working, they gradually handed them off to you, asking, 'What do you want to be when you grow up?'

     "There's a certain art to becoming who you are. There's no standard kit you can use to assemble yourself, swapping out parts as needed. Instead, it feels more like a kind of stretching, a teasing out at the edges, like a glassblower standing at the furnace.

     "A teenage personality is a delicate medium, its emotions almost too heavy to handle. You had to figure out a way to keep yourself together and tease out the good parts without falling out of balance or stretching yourself too thin. You couldn't stop everything to try to fix your flaws, but you couldn't just ignore them either. Luckily, you were nothing if not flexible, softened by the heat of youth, which kept you warm on a dingy couch or a night in the wilderness. You knew that you weren't just you, you were also the person you would one day become. So even when you failed, you could still be whatever you wanted to be. As long as you kept moving.

     "Inevitably you got hit, and you got hurt. You prided yourself on how well you absorbed the blow, bouncing back as if nothing had happened. But the pain changed you, in little chips and cracks that might take you years to notice. Over time you learned how to position yourself in very specific ways, protecting the most vulnerable parts of your psyche, even as you knew they were still a crucial part of the real you. Gradually you became more and more reluctant to move from that position. Growing a little harder, a little more brittle.

     "And now here you are. Sometimes you find yourself wondering if you can change, even if you wanted to. If you still have enough fire in the belly to surprise yourself, or if you're already set in your ways, too tough and cynical to stretch without shattering. Maybe you spent so long wondering who you were going to be one day, you forgot that that question actually has an answer, and that 'one day' would soon arrive.

     "Maybe it's too late for you to change who you are. Or maybe you're just entering a new phase, undergoing a change so profound that even your understanding of change is becoming unrecognizable. Maybe now is the time to stress-test your own assumptions about yourself, stripping away all the flourishes and ornaments that you don't really need, honing yourself down to the core of who you are. And even if it's true that you're no longer flexible enough to be anybody, you might be getting strong enough to finally be yourself."

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Truth is...There's no need to fear. Jesus Christ is here. He has been called the Lord of Second Chances for good reason.

Isaiah 43:19 - "Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it?"

Revelation 21:5 - "He who was seated on the throne said, 'Behold, I am making all things new'.”