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I’ve got a Norah Jones record playing (currently a duet with Ryan Adams). I’ve got a cupacoffee at my elbow. It’s a dirty blonde with Antarctic proportions of sugar in it. Do I need my coffee to taste like candy? No. As a native-born Texican, I can drink it black. But if it’s possible to get your coffee to taste like candy, why wouldn’t you?

I’ve been thinking about the process of creation lately. I’m not sure how it works for other tortured souls. For me, it looks different in different mediums. If I’m writing words, it’s usually pretty quick (though I cringe and mope through the revisions). If I’m playing in the mud, I just try to keep it out of my eyes. But when I’m writing a song, that’s where I see the greatest distance between taste and ability.

Ira Glass from “This American Life” has some great words on this.

I have the language in my head. I have the harmonic rhythm in my chest. But the melody is hiding under the table. The lyrics are halfway out of bed or halfway smeared on a windshield.

Making a song requires the same discipline as anything else, I guess. It’s like when I was in college, working on Bach or Bottesini. I shaped every phrase. I measured out vibrato in coffee spoons. I strained to control bow speed and weight, listening through bedrock for the sound of a stampede. I even had one teacher tell me to write a poem, describing what I “felt” the Bach cello suite No.1 was about. It ended up sounding like a very sad Dr. Seuss story about cats. Never again…

There’s one particular clam I’m trying to pop right now. It’s called “Honey & Moonlight”. I tried to think of what I would call someone to show them how much I cared. Instead of “sunshine” or “doll” or “sweet cheeks” (which are not my favorite things and, therefore, not legitimate terms of endearment), I opted for honey and moonlight. They are two of my favorite things and I can think of no better combination to describe someone I like.

For a couple of years now, it’s only been a handful of words with this haunting, plaintive melody. The people who’ve heard it really like it and wonder what the rest sounds like. So do I.

Stuck. Stuck in the dark, straining to gain momentum. So, I ask you problem solvers: what do you do when you struggle with a problem off and on for a long time? Should I take a walk? Should I take a train to Pawtucket? Should I sing things upside down? How do you overcome writer’s block?

(So grateful that Jesus never gets writer’s block. Constantly speaking the world.)

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Wisdom From the Spleen

The hearing ear and the seeing eye, the Lord has made them both.

Every now and then, you come across a verse in the Bible that’s a spleen verses. It probably serves some purpose, but you’re not really sure what. And, in all honesty, if we didn’t have them, we wouldn’t lose anything. Or so it seems. People throughout history have actually cut spleen verses out of the Bible. Some people have seen entire books of the Bible as spleen books (I’m looking at you, Esther). No doubt, there are some lovely people who think the Scriptures as a whole are nothing more than a religious spleen.

But what’s the point of the verse above? It’s Proverbs 20:12. “Ah,” you say. “It’s a Proverb. So it’s supposed to be vague and pointless.” Well, let’s dive in first. Judge later.

Authorial Intent

I know what this proverb is not doing. It’s not paraphrasing the creation of Adam. If it is, it’s grossly reductionistic or severely misinformed. I have that nagging suspicion (the type I get when I KNOW there’s more coffee somewhere in the pantry) that this verse is saying something far more fundamental.

This verse has the potential to create a massive shift in perspective. If God made my ears and eyes, then he owns them by right of authorship. I am a copyrighted work. Therefore, they are not my ears and eyes. They belong to God. By ownership and authorship, they are his property.

This does not mean that I should cower in fear, blindfolded with my hands over my ears so as not to soil his gifts. “Oh, be careful little ears what you hear” is not the point. That will not do and it will make you paranoid and guilty all your life, Rather, I should respect God’s authorial intent. Why did he dream up my ears and my eyes? To glorify himself. That’s the intention. And that’s what I ought to be doing with them.

Gratitude as a Sixth Sense

How? Through gratitude. Seeing and hearing are marvelous miracles. I’ve been reminded of this the past couple months. Whether I’m at the art museum or looking up at the stars, I’m using the eyes God gave me. I could be listening to Bach’s “Mass in B Minor” or the laughter of my nephew. I’m using the ears God gave me.

Sight and sound are gifts from God. Once you become mindful that you are looking through God’s custom lenses, hearing through such exquisite stethoscopes, you cannot help but be brought to a posture of gratitude. A proper perspective of stewardship makes us thankful not only for what we see and hear, but that we see and hear. Be grateful now. They only wear down with age. And when you’re blind or you’re deaf, remember. Remember those years of wonder and music, conversation and beauty. Remember and be thankful. And if you believe in Christ, dream of hearing and seeing once again, in the new earth sublime.

Awareness as a Way to Obedience

It’s hard to put any proverb in a context. Sometimes, they just seem so desultory and disjointed. But if we appreciate the big picture, Proverbs 20:12 says something else about hearing and seeing. Throughout the book of Proverbs (and really, throughout ancient Scripture) “hearing” is associated with obedience. There’s a word from God, spoken or written, and we are to obey. Seeing, in this spiritual undertone, is a call to perceive and be aware of how God would have us glorify him.

Awareness is a crucial element lacking in the Way (Acts 9:2) these days. Perhaps if we looked and listened with a bit more thought and imagination, we would be happier on a deep, satisfying level.

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I’m wearing a scarf. My mother crocheted it for me. It’s not cold inside, but there’s a chilly, soft grey above the house and the leaves are starting to look burnt. September. I’ve never appreciated this month as I ought. But I’ve always appreciated autumn (even if autumn historically wrecks me with allergies). Please note that I called it autumn. “Fall” is what happens at 6 a.m. when you trip in the dark because you’ve only got one pant leg on. A fall is an accident of comedic potential. But this, my friends, is autumn.

Pea coat and hoodie, scarves and long-johns, wet noses and wheezing. These are a few of my favorite things. I find myself craving it. I’m waiting for that icy Saturday when I can light a fire (read: attempt to light a fire) and curl up on my paws just to waste that slow time.

I’ve often wondered if God is a musician. He counts each year off in 4/4 time. Autumn is beat three. If you emphasize beat three in a measure of 4/4, it sounds a little off. One, two, THREE, four.Outside of a med-tempo rock song, it just sounds strange. I remember being stunned on a missionary trip to Mexico: the Christians there clap on beats 1 and 3. It sounds halting and lopsided. (Incidentally, the word “lopsided” has always birthed for me the image of a lollipop sinking like the Titanic.) But halting and lopsided is exactly how I want to play this measure. I want to emphasize beat three. I want to revel in this autumn, even to the point of making it weird.

God gave us the seasons. But he did not dress them up the same. For autumn, he gave her a slow burning gown of fire and whispers. She smolders in the cold and dares you to join her. It’s a visual siren-song. I’m drawn to it like a kid’s hand to a hot stove. And I never learn. Again, I have allergies.

But in light of cultivating that sensus divitatis, that awareness of God’s fingerprint on creation, I’m resolved to deeply appreciate this September (and her sisters October and November). I will dive into leaves, whether they’re on my property or not. I will come up for air as little as possible. I will relish grey skies and daydream of chili cook-offs. To be smitten with the beauty of God’s best season is the prettiest path to gratitude. Best of all, I will watch with big, shocked eyes as God speaks gold and crimson into the tresses of every tired tree. Weep for the evergreens.

Although, they love to get dressed up in winter.

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Mr. Edwards

This is a post about music.  Specifically, this is a small investigation into what makes music Good.  Many silly things pass for “Beautiful Music” nowadays.  I promise not to take any cheap shots at Lady Gaga (even though she does try too hard). Perhaps we can come to a fuller understanding of what beauty in music is by the end of this post.  Good luck to us All.

I was needlessly capitalizing certain words there because that’s what Jonathan Edwards used to do.  If you’re not familiar with Rev. Edwards, he was an 18th century theologian, preacher, missionary in New England.  To give some historical reference, he died eighteen years before the Declaration of Independence was signed.

He is, by far, the greatest thinker America has ever produced.  If you’re not familiar with his stuff, I would encourage you to go to the library and savor one of his books. Sadly, the average American’s working knowledge of Edwards is his “Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God” sermon.  High school anthologies love to include that sermon so that they can round out their caricatures of Puritanical stereotypes (thanks a lot, Arthur Miller).  “The True Nature of Virtue”, “The Excellencies of Christ”, and “Heaven is a World of Love” are sermons that don’t get as much attention.  Not edgy enough, I guess.

If you’re on Twitter, I’d recommend these three Jonathan Edwards quote accounts:

JonathaEdwards, JonathanEd_, JonEdwardsDaily

Do yourself a favor and follow them.  You’ll be glad you did.

Mr. Edwards and Beauty

When Edwards writes about beauty, I sit up and take notice, eager as a pooh bear to sup from the honeycomb.

In his “Notes on Being”, Edwards saw beauty to be summed up as Equality.  Quite the romantic dream-sailor, he saw that a likeness of ratios, perfect symmetry, was the purest encapsulation of beauty. “All beauty consists in similarness or identity of relation.”  Poetry.

Now, if this principle should be applied to the realm of Music, you get harmony.  Here are Mr. Edwards thoughts on equality (harmony) in music.

“The proportion [see: Equality, Beauty] is in the particular vibrations of the air, which strike on the ear.”

This is testable.  There’s a reason a major triad (ex. C, E, G played simultaneously) sounds “nicer” than a minor second (C and C# played simultaneously) .  Harmony = beautiful.  Dissonance = ouch.  Edwards goes on to say that the reason Equality pleases the mind is because “disproportion, or inconsistency, is contrary to Being”.

Got that?  Edwards is making an ontological argument for the sweetness of musical harmony.  Be still, my little heart.  The reason we find harmony (equal ratios in frequencies) so beautiful is because we are ourselves symmetrical creatures.  Beauty in music resonates within us because we share similar properties of equal proportion.  Dissonance grates against our souls because it goes against our very nature.  It’s the reason you wince when you hear a performer playing out of tune.  You get the idea.

Bach and Us

My friend Matthew, who dialogues so delightfully with me on this blog, recently brought up this great point.  Why isn’t the church producing great, stunning artists that create sweet, marvelous art?  If we have such a full claim on ultimate truth and if we have the greatest reason to be industrious with the gifts God has given us, why is it that the world isn’t noticing (and even imitating) the Art produced by the church?

It’s a fair question.  I’ve pondered it myself.  I have a few theories about how we’ve arrived at our current evangelical aesthetic poverty, but those aren’t necessarily helpful to the solution.  I might write a book on this one day.

We need Bach.

You have no idea how badly I wanted to pun right there, but I resisted.  Yes, we need to go bach (doh!) to the method and music of Johann Sebastian Bach as a reference point.  I agree with author Madeline L’Engle when she says that Bach was the Christian artist par excellence.

Bach exemplifies the beauty that Jonathan Edwards was describing.  His music is a plethora of precise and sublime proportions. Bach believed that the ultimate purpose for being a musician was “to make a well-sounding harmony to the honor of God and the permissible delectation of the soul”.

Brief caveat: Am I suggesting that Christians begin churning out fugues like there’s no tomorrow?  No.  That might be a lot of fun, but it’s probably not needed. Rather, I think we need to reclaim the philosophy that drove J.S. Bach to create arguably the greatest music in recorded history.

Is it impossible?  Can anyone ever reach the heights of artistry that Bach demonstrated?  Bach seems to think it was very achievable.  He once said, “I was obliged to be industrious; whoever is equally industrious will succeed equally well.”

Now add one more thought from him and I think we have a formula for progress.  Understand that Bach was discussing the use of thoroughbass (the moving bass part underneath the melody) when he said this.  “The end an ultimate cause, as of all music, so of the thoroughbass, should be none else but the glory of God and the recreation of the soul/mind [Gemüth].  Where this is not observed, there is no real music but only a devilish blare and hubbub.”

What This Means

Bach and Edwards would have agreed (Bach died eight years before Edwards did, by the way) that music needs to be delectable to a human being.  Bach, in his Lutheranism, believed musi should please the soul because such is an aim for which God created it.  Edwards believed that harmonious music pleases the soul because we possess similar qualities of proportionate beauty. We like it because we share in it.

How can these men help the state of the arts in the Church today?  We need to regain the Edwardsian idea that beautiful music should exist because of the created order.  And we need to recapture Bach’s notion of a personal work ethic that produces music that glorifies God and delights the soul.  I would humbly add to Bach that any music that glorifies God is music that delights the soul.

What are your thoughts?

Your PB from J for today: “You mean you wish to surrender to me?  Very well, I accept.”

 

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Refreshment By the Muse

I lavished my last two weekends hanging out with some wonderful friends.  We  whittled away the Saturday hours, playing music, and writing songs and just drowning in good friendship.  It was a real butterfly-and-flower game.  We’d hover around our instruments, drinking in the ambrosia, and then we’d sit down to talk and watch BBC wildlife videos on YouTube.  When we were rested, we’d fly back to the sweetness and create more melodies.

It got me thinking about music.  C.S. Lewis says in his Preface to Paradise Lost, “Music means not the noises it is nice to make, but the noises it is nice to hear.”  But why is it so nice to hear?  Whether it’s Billy Joel, Beyoncé, or Bach, music finds sweet appeal in an aching ear.  Why?  Because it is beautiful.  Beauty is a sign that God exists.  Follow me here.

Beauty and Life Without God

Life without God gives no meaning to beauty.  At least, it gives no real meaning to beauty. If we are not here “on purpose”, if we are the products of mindless evolutionary process, then beauty becomes a raw response to data.  It becomes a knee jerk reaction of neurological hard-wiring and survivalist proclivities.  Excrement.

In life, experience reacts differently than theory.  Even if one holds to no belief in a higher Being (let alone the God of the Bible), the feelings one has when standing in the presence of art gives whatever they’ve not said away.  Wading in the loveliness of ingenuity, one gets the sense that there is real meaning in life, meaning that transcends genetics.

Feeling the Absence

This is why I feel that there is something deeper, wider, and higher than myself when I play music or stare into autumn colors or linger over a verse.  But am I talking merely about feelings here?  Does this blessed longing run deeper than an emotional need?  Tim Keller, in his book Reason for God, says that what art evokes in us is actually more of an appetite than a feeling.  “We not only feel the reality but also the absence of what we long for.”

Keller then expounds upon C.S. Lewis’ famous argument.  It isn’t strange to be aware of an absence.  We observe such deficiencies all the time.  We feel hunger.  We get tired.  We become aroused. We become lonely.

But while the reality of an absence doesn’t guarantee that a satisfaction will be obtained, it at least proves that a satisfaction exists.  Hunger proves that food exists.  Sexual desire proves that sex exists.  Tiredness proves that sleep exists.  Loneliness proves that friendship exists.

I’ll just go ahead and quote Mr. Lewis now.  “If I find in me a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.”

Only in the Chief Pleasure

That’s it.  We seek for satisfaction from beauty and art but we never fully quench that restless “more” in the soul.  If we could, it would take one listening of a Bach aria and then we would never need any other stimulation.  We would have our aesthetic fulfillment.  But our longing for beauty and for satiety is a sign that there is an absence, a dearth of true fulfillment.  It is a clue that we were created to be connoisseurs of an Infinite Beauty.  And that lovely source of true delight is none other than Jesus Christ of Nazareth, the Majestic Glory.

Our need, our appetite for beauty that always growls is the divine fingerprint upon the lens of human experience.  Our mistake is in waiting for the sunset, for that minute of sheer bliss, when instead we could be in orbit around that empyrean sphere, basking in an effulgent pleasure all our days.  So Jesus Christ seeks to be to your soul, blushing heart.

Enjoy

I’ll leave you with a poem by my wonderful friend, John Milton.  Happy Thanksgiving to all friends and dreamers.

At A Solemn Music

Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven’s joy,
Sphere-born harmonious sisters, Voice and Verse,
Wed your divine sounds, and mixed pow’r employ,
Dead things with inbreathed sense able to pierce;
And to our high-raised phantasy present
That undisturbed song of pure concent,
Aye sung before the sapphire-coloured throne
To Him that sits thereon,
With saintly shout, and solemn jubilee,
Where the bright Seraphim in burning row
Their loud uplifted angel-trumpets blow,
And the Cherubic host in thousand choirs
Touch their immortal harps of golden wires,
With those just Spirits that wear victorious palms,
Hymns devout and holy psalms
Singing everlastingly:
Thus we on earth with undiscording voice
May rightly answer that melodious noise;
As once we did, till disproportioned sin
Jarred against nature’s chime, and with harsh din
Broke the fair music that all creatures made
To their great Lord, whose love their motion swayed
In perfect diapason, whilst they stood
In first obedience, and their state of good.
O may we soon again renew that song,
And keep in tune with Heaven, till God ere long
To His celestial concert us unite,
To live with Him, and sing in endless morn of light. 

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When I’m imagining melodies, hatching songs that cook slowly, or shaping joy on my bass, the creation of music brings an exquisite bliss.  Sometimes it makes me blush.  Who are we that can sing like the stars while we die on the dirt?

When I don’t play my instrument for a while, my fingers start to itch.  I itch to create.  My occasion to make music comes on Sunday mornings.  It’s a pleasure to worship Jesus with other sinner-saints.  It’s another, different but similar relish to make music while I worship.

I’ve long believed that art is a morally neutral thing.  It is not black.  It is not white.  It is not grey.  It is transparent.  It wears no halo and it grins without fangs.  Art always smiles in the shade of sanctity. And it is in the creative process that we are most like the God Most High.

The first chapter of the Bible reveals one initial thing about the Lord of Hosts. We first learn that God is a creator.  He is a God who creates.  Human beings live in the image of that creative God.  And as God has revealed himself purposefully as a creator, he has also handcrafted us to be artisans at the deepest level.

We can’t create out of nothing, ex nihilo, as God did.  We must reform matter to create something new.  We are subcreators, but we are creators nonetheless. That is why music takes me so.  It is an act of creation and it has the flavor of original intention.

When we create, we mimic the effort of Almighty God.

When there is art, the breath of Divinity lingers.

When there is beauty, the Spirit of God broods over the face of it.

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In music, a composer will sometimes write for stark dynamic contrasts.  The orchestra will be pounding out pulsating chords of scorched thunder and, in the time it takes to gasp, suddenly the strength of the storm is brought to a whisper.  Tones that shook your ribcage a moment ago now can only be caught with the gossamer lace of diaphanous nets.  You lean forward.  You squint to see if the bows actually move on the strings.  The energy in the air has plummeted precipitously and you are held captive in that moment.

We Are the Music

This is the effect of the subito pianissimo in music.  It is a stunning turn that can bring a hushed glory over an audience who before sat ravaged by sound.  We rarely appreciate this when it happens in real life, however.  When we are the music and we are abuptly brought into silence after power and surge and activity, it tends to unnerve.  Life runs in a current and we find ourselves fished out of the race, we are left with a handful of quiet.  And we just stare at it in terror.

And We Are Restless

This is especially hard for Christians: being still and quiet.  Martin Luther once compared the Christian life to trying to ride a horse while drunk.  Add to that dizzy struggle of madness the great hustle and the bustle of American life.  Cultivated chaos.  But there is a time to keep silence (Ecc.3:7).  There is a time when you should be inactive.  That is a shade of the concept of biblical Sabbath (a reality that has been expounded upon in tomes and will be not reveled in here).

In music, when the swirling sound is rushed down to hushed tones of softness, you listen more deeply.  You have to.  You have to pause.  That is the effect on life when we are brought into silence.  We are left alone with our thoughts and we are brought to examine what is going on.

Shh…

When was the last time I sat still in a room, laptop closed, phone on silent, T.V. off, for ten minutes?  What could I accomplish in ten minutes of pondering?  What would I discovery about myself in ten minutes of serene communion with my own restless mind?  I dare myself to silence.  And I dare you too.

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I’ve not been able to write for some time. Life, it seems, can be a jealous distraction. Music, work, and going to class all keep me pretty handcuffed during the week. But now, here we all are, staring at a computer screen. What an exciting time to be alive.

While I’m on the subject of creativity (see post below), I thought I’d offer my thoughts on how praise for a creative act should be handled.  When an artist of any kind (or a person of any working imagination) creates something, the artist is frequently applauded and complimented. He or she is also sometimes lacerated and howled at by the critics, but that is another post.  Nevertheless, admiration and praise always spring up where art and beauty are planted.

Now, writing a short theology of praise  may look needlessly didactic but I am convinced it is a paramount knowledge for those involved with the arts. If creativity is a free gift of God, then all creative acts find their ultimate origins in the grace of God. So, since all creative acts find their ultimate origins in God’s grace, it seems only right to give credit where credit is due.

Psalm 65:1 clearly and emphatically states that “praise is due to you, O God“. Scripture speaks of the supreme right of God to all praise (Rom.11:36; 1 Cor.8:6; Col.1:16). Hebrews 1:2 speaks of Jesus as “the heir of all things”. All praise, compliments, adoration, appreciation, glorification, and exaltation belong to their proper owner: God. I’d love to talk more about Psalm 65 next week, but the point is that because all things are God’s, all praise for the things He has created are to be addressed to Him.

Now, we get to the arts. I go to a university that boasts the largest school of music in the country. That school is first in jazz studies, music education, and top ten in performance.  It has the third largest music library in the U.S. Its percussion program is in the top five in the nation. God has obviously been kind to them.

Since such a great music school is mere blocks from where I write this, it goes without saying that there are a plethora of remarkable musicians in this town. Many of my friends are extraordinary players and songwriters. As clichéd as it may sound, I truly am blessed to know so many of them. But aside from all of the musicians, there are artists, photographers, dancers, thespians, and RTF majors (radio, television, & film), all milling about, perfecting and loving their craft.

So, when I go to a friend’s concert or go see an art show, I am rightly going to praise the artist and marvel at their great talent and skill. If the artist professes to be a Christian, usually I’ll get this type of response to my admiration: “Wonderful, thanks for coming. Praise God.” The formula varies but overall, they end up saying something similar. This used to annoy me. It seemed to me like they were slipping out from under my compliment like a duck’s feather in the water. There I was, thanking them for touching my soul, and they dismiss it by shifting the credit? Why couldn’t they just take a compliment?  This no doubt fueled my frustration with Christian music (a wound I’m still licking).

No doubt, some of those artists were simply giving lip service to God. It may have been their knee-jerk response. But a few, I’m sure, actually thought about what they were going to say after the show. A few of them took time to ponder to whom credit was due.

Let me be clear. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with people, Christian or otherwise, accepting praise. Proverbs 27:2 talks about accepting praise for yourself and never condemns it. I’m not saying that we have to say “praise God” after every compliment just so we can keep our consciences clear, to safeguard against arrogance. But I think praise does affect the heart. Praise has all the purifying or destructive power of fire. As Proverbs 27:21 says: “The crucible is for silver, the furnace is for gold, and a man is tested by his praise“.

Because God gives creativity, every time we witness a display of finite creation, we should thank God. We should be imbued with a sense of thankfulness for all things, to be sure. But especially when we see an act of creation, a display of beauty and brilliance, no matter how small, we should bear in mind the generosity of an ever-giving God. It is only then, that we will be able to truly appreciate the creativity we so admire in one another.

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Where Does Creativity Come From?

Every now and then, Greek mythology gets something right.  But it never gets it completely right.  Some ancient legends speak of certain firm aspects of reality.  This shouldn’t be a true shock to the Christian.  All truth is God’s truth.  And what I think is true, at least to some extent, is the notion of what the poets called “the muse”.  The muses were nine daughters, offspring of the union between Mnemosyne (goddess of memory) and Zeus (father-king of the gods).  The muses existed to inspire the artists.  They distilled creativity to mankind.

I don’t hold to the reality of these creatures.  But I do cling with white knuckles to the ancient reality they depict.  And that reality spawns this question, “where does creativity come from?”  Is it an innate ability of man, the product of a boundless imagination?  Or is creativity something alien to us, something that sneaks in through the backdoor or descends like a dragon to shake the dry leaves in us all?

The sheer existence of creativity in us originates in God the Creator’s artistry.  He is the bright epicenter of art.  We create only because He creates.  This marvelous correlation is derived from what the theologians call the imago dei, the image of God.  Genesis 1:26 tells us that God created us, male and female, in the image of God, after His own likeness.  This means that all the non-communicable attributes of the triune God permeate humanity.  God loves, and so we can love.  God hates, so we can hate.  God is a self-sustained community, we require community to sustain ourselves.  God has creativity, we have creativity.  The shareable traits of God are reflected, albeit poorly and brokenly, in every human.  This is what it means to bear God’s image.

Besides this, we ourselves are works of art.  The apostle Paul, writing to the saints at Ephesus, called them God’s workmanship (Eph.2:10).  The Greek word used there for workmanship is “poiema”, from which we get our English word “poem”.  Effectively, Paul calls us the poetry of God.  Speaking with respect to the creation of man, the poet David wrote that God has “crowned him with glory and honor” (Ps.8:5b).

Now, we can readily spread out the question of creativity and roll in it like pigs in the mud.  I’m going to attempt to show from Scripture that 1.) creativity is a gift from God, 2.) skill is needed in the cultivation of creativity, and 3.) God gives creativity to the righteous and to the unrighteous.  I intend to show that God is the muse.

Creativity is a Gift from God

In the Old Testament, the tent of meeting and all its accoutrements (the ark of the testimony, the lampstand, altars, utensils, etc.) were products of God-given creativity.  In Exodus 31:1-11, God gives the job of creating these objects to two men: Bezalel and Oholiab.  I encourage the artisans and the curious to read Ex.36:8-39:43 to see they actually created all in their charge.

In the Exodus 31 account, we see that both Bezalel and Oholiab were called and appointed by God for their work.  He sets them apart as the artists.  And not only did God fill these two Israelites with His Spirit, He also funneled into them “ability and intelligence, with knowledge and all craftsmanship, to devise artistic designs, to work in gold, silver, and bronze, in cutting stones for setting, and in carving wood, to work in every craft” (31:3-5, ESV).  This must be picked apart with pleasure.

First, they are given ability.  That is, they are given unique skills, physical dexterity of the hand, with which they can shape their materials.  This is a rare example in which particular technique descends on humanity like a dove.  I will discuss the role of skill later, as this does not seem to be the norm in Scripture, but here, it is clearly a gift from God.

Then, God gave Bezalel and Oholiab intelligence, “with knowledge and all craftsmanship”.  So, not only are these men physically capable of creating works of art, but God lavished on them such a mindset “to devise artistic designs.”  He gave the inspiration for their art.  So, both the technique and the creativity for making the art, in weaving, metalwork, sculpting, carpentry, and “every craft” are delivered to Bezalel and Oholiab.

However, when God gives the inspiration for art, this is not to say that art is inspired in the same way that the Scriptures are inspired.  In 1 Chronicles 25, we see that Asaph, Jeduthun, and Heman (three Levites) all used to prophesy with musical instruments.  The Hebrew word there for prophesy means “to be in prophetic ecstasy, to speak as a prophet, to play (an instrument) while filled with (prophetic) spirit”[1].  So, while their songs were not inerrant and infallible, it appears that their artistic designs were the distinct products of the Spirit’s promptings.

On the other hand, the inspired Scriptures are flawless and pure, the very breath of God.  Art is more the breath of God, breathed through our lungs of dust.  It is imperfect, it is second-hand, and it is merely a reflection of the work of the Creator.  But still, it can .move us to tears in all its blemished beauty.

The Tools

The Exodus 31 account is a strange narrative in that it makes skill and technique to be as quickly given as creativity.  Even though creativity is given by God (and I’ll explain this more in the next section), skill is not so easily obtained.  One may have that sudden inspiration, that moment of sublime and utter revelation, but without skill, the lump of clay is just a lump of clay.  For all the good intentions and artistic designs upon it, the raw material will remain unmoved and unimpressive in all its sober indelicacy.  Skill must be cultivated and applied.

And so God has ordained that there be tools to express creativity.  How can creativity be implemented, cultivated, set loose upon the world with any semblance of subtlety and beauty?  Skill has to be called into action.  Skill is the nurturer, the protector, the guide of creativity.  Like a chisel with a slab of marble, it trains and instructs the artistic design in the mind of the creator until the finished artwork is presented to the awe of admirers.

Consider Asaph.  There are five guys named Asaph in the Bible, so I’m forced to be particular.  The Asaph I’m referring to was a Levite, of the tribe of Israelites who managed the worship of God.  In 1 Chronicles 15, David brings the Ark of the Covenant back to Jerusalem at the head of a laughing parade.  In this parade, the Levites with musical instruments are commanded to play (loudly, I might add) in vociferous celebration.  Asaph was a singer who banged some bronze cymbals (1 Chron.15:19).  Never once have I envied him that gig.

Asaph was a musician of great skill.  At the end of 1 Chronicles 25, we see that the Levites had established some system of musical training.  The teachers taught the pupils.  As Asaph was one of the chief Levites in charge of worship, it’s reasonable to assume that he was skilled enough to be a music teacher to the younger Levites.

We always think of King David as the Psalmist, but Asaph was also a skilled songwriter in his own right.  Centuries later, when King Hezekiah was reforming Judah, he reinstated the Temple services which had fallen into decadence.  Spearheading this liturgical resurgence was music.  According to 2 Chron.29:30, Hezekiah ordered that “the psalms of David and Asaph the seer” by sung in celebration of the renewed worship.

Somehow, in the space of two hundred and three hundred years, Asaph had become a legend, on par with David.  He obviously had invested time and sweat into honing his craft.  In Hezekiah’s day, Asaph had been referred to as a seer or a prophet.  Obviously, he had developed other skills besides percussion.  In fact, he seems to have gained a reputation for quality.  1 Chronicles describes how Asaph and his family become one of the three clans who coordinate the music in the temple (25:1-9).

In addition, Asaph wrote psalms.  He wrote twelve of these sacred songs (Pss.50, 73-83). In most Bibles, Psalm 74 and 78 contain this superscript under each title: “a maskil of Asaph”.  If your Bible has a footnote here, it probably explains at the bottom of the page (where all the other lonely riddles are confined) that the “maskil” is likely a term of musical or liturgical nature.  It’s at this point that I throw up my hands and storm out of the room.  That’s it?  That’s all that can be said?

After licking my wounds, I did a small bit of research.  I was compelled onward by a real need to know what kind of artist Asaph was.  I was happy to find that the NET Bible had the following helpful illumination on this mythic word, the maskil:

“The meaning of the Hebrew term מַשְׂכִּיל (maskil) is uncertain. The word is derived from a verb meaning “to be prudent; to be wise.” Various options are: “a contemplative song,” “a song imparting moral wisdom,” or “a skillful [i.e., well-written] song”.  The term occurs in the superscriptions of Pss 32, 42, 44, 45, 52-55, 74, 78, 88, 89, and 142, as well as in Ps 47:7.”[2]

Out of the ashes of uncertainty rises the phoenix of clarity!  So, a maskil is a song that could be introspective, insightful (remember that Asaph was later thought of as a seer), or just a song that is good.  In any case, it seems to me that to write a maskil, one would need to possess considerable skill and understanding.  And as we’ve seen, sudden mastery (or even sudden competence) is not the norm.  Excellence (unlike creative inspiration) doesn’t usually fall from heaven to take one’s breath away.  Even Jesus grew into a competent carpenter (Luke 2:52).  Skill is a gradual, ever-sharpening thing.

I look at the artists I respect the most and see a marked difference between their early work and their later work.  Whatever you may think of Beethoven’s earlier symphonies, it took him much time and toil before he could write something as sublime as the Ninth.  The rough drafts and early tinkering of T.S. Eliot are, frankly, embarrassing.  Even Michelangelo, at one time, made mud pies before he ever dreamed of bathing the Sistine Chapel ceiling in wonder.

Of course, there are those whom we refer to as prodigies, men and women who frolic where the rest of us labor.  Skill is to them what heat is to the sun.  It is what they exude, what they exist in (J.S. Bach comes to mind).  But even for the geniuses, there were baby steps.  They had to learn to use their hands just like Asaph and just like the rest of us.  And it is through process that heir God-given creativity grew and was nurtured.

Creativity Is a Gift to All

Creativity is good.  It is an attribute of God.  It is one of the attributes of God that is also shared by all of mankind.  James 1:17 states that every good and perfect gift is from God.  Everything in reality that is truly and purely good has its sole origin in the Creator.  Scripture is emphatic on this point: all that we have, we received from God (Ps.85:12; Matt.7:11; John 3:27; 1 Cor.4:7).  But God does give good things only to those who love Him.  Even sinners do that.  Indeed, that would be too small a thing.

Jesus said that we should love our enemies for the very fact that God sends the rain for their benefit, not only for ours (Matt.5:44-46).  Those who don’t love God also enjoy the sunshine.  This touches on a doctrine taught in Scripture called common grace.  It’s one of my favorite truths.  Grace has two sides.  One side is called salvific grace, the grace that is given freely by God to bring spiritual salvation to humanity.  The other realm of grace is common.  Common grace has nothing to do with salvation, but everything to do with God’s free gifts bestowed upon mankind.  Common grace is evidenced in the world physically[3], intellectually[4], and morally[5].

So, if creativity is a good gift and all good gifts are from God, and God sends good gifts to all people as an act of common grace, then creativity is a means of common grace, given to all people.

It is true that creativity can be abused and perverted by anyone.  Any and all of the aspects of God are mirrored in humanity as in a glass and darkly.  We are broken by sin and therefore, God’s image in us is distorted and subjected to twisting.  Nevertheless, simply because creativity can be abused should not discredit the truth that God gives it to all people.  After all, anger and emotions and desires can be marred just as easily, though they too are good gifts from God.  Creativity should not be divided into the two categories of godly and ungodly.  It is all a gift from God.  It is all sacred.  It is merely filtered and utilized differently by different hearts, depending on the locus of those hearts’ affections.

God is the Muse

The poets of old were so close.  They knew that creativity had been given to mankind from a higher source.  They knew that there was some being responsible for the insight and imagination of the human mind.  And how right they were!  But it is the real God of the heavens and earth, the Creator God, Yahweh Himself, who is the source of every artistic design and impulse.  What those ancient poets worshipped as unknown, this I proclaim as known.  It is the God of all good things, the God of all satisfaction who gives the artist his inspiration.  In no uncertain terms, God is the muse.


[1] Holliday, William L., A Concise Hebrew and Aramaic Lexicon of the Old Testament, p.224

[2] http://net.bible.org/bible.php?book=Psa&chapter=32#n2, 2005-2009. 12 Jan. 2009

[3] Gen.39:5; Ps.145:9, 15-16; Acts 14:16-17

[4] John 1:9; Rom.1:21; Acts 17:22-23

[5] 2 Chron.24:17-25; Rom.1:32, 2:14-15; Luke 6:33

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When I was a young church mouse, I sat in the pew as our pastor spoke against idols.  He would tell us that idols were not limited to the carved statues we read about in the Old Testament.  From behind that suit and pulpit, he would warn us that idols could be whatever thing we placed above God as supremely important in our lives.  It was so hard to sit still in those pews.

Now, before we move on, let’s be clear.  I didn’t care about idols at the time.  I didn’t care about anything he said.  But through the years, I’ve somehow retained small fragments of his list of subtle gods.  Sports…education…family…careers…girlfriends and boyfriends…ice cream…

When Jesus Christ changed me from a church mouse into a man (a common fairy tale in the Scriptures), I was shocked to discover that our old pastor had been telling the truth!  All this time, I had been a Canaanite leaving out fruit for those demons to eat.  Liberation is an ongoing process and grace is ferocious.  I constantly have to snap the necks of the gods in my life.

That being said, I’ve been thinking more about idols and the dark corners they live in.  In thinking, an uncomfortable truth has bubbled up to the surface.  Those dark things live and breathe in every church that dots this earth.  They’re simply camouflaged.  They’re snakes dressed up in the skin of angels.

And they have to disguise themselves.  If they didn’t, we would denounce them before they could whisper in our ears.  Money?  Sex?  T.V?  Such idols are far too “worldly” to go unnoticed in our evangelical culture.  They’re too jagged and toxic to lure us in without a fight.  So the devil, brilliant strategist that he is, has perverted the things near and dear to the church’s heart.  He doesn’t bother to batter down the gates.  He merely dresses up as the things we love.

Christian idols are always disguised as honoring to God.  Here are some of the big ones I’ve noticed: apologetics, right wing politics, “Christian music”, prayer journals, ministry, the idea of a Christian nation, our devotions (which aren’t usually very devoted), and our own appearance as a good Christian.  The list rattles on and changes according to whatever soil a certain church is planted in.  I’m just going to punch a few of them in the throat right here and leave you to ponder the rest and respond if you wish.  I truly love hearing from you.

A Christian Nation

There are some people who love Jesus and hate the Republican Party.  There are some people who love Jesus and hate the Democratic Party.  This is fair because Jesus doesn’t fit into a political party.  When we try and force Him to wear our buttons and endorse our slogans, we start to drown in foolishness.  Nevertheless, there are some out there who remained convinced that America was once a Christian nation.  They are passionate about returning our country to that status.  Their Christianity has become nothing more than a vehicle for such change.

But didn’t we already witness a historical experiment in theocracy?  Didn’t we already see a country where the executive branch (the kings) made the Bible the law of the land? Weren’t the Ten Commandments hanging in their courthouse (so to speak)?

Yet which prophet had anything good to say about Israel?  Which prophet did Israel not kill? If a “Christian nation” didn’t work out then and there, where the Lord Himself set it up, why do we persist in the idea that it will work now in America, where God has not instituted such a system?  The pursuit seems to be an utterly fruitless crusade.  And it is a crusade that shrinks God down into a policy.  It is an idol.

Our Devotions

I refrain calling them “quite times” because, honestly, it reminds me of taking naps in kindergarten.  But what I’m talking about is the spiritual discipline of a Christian getting alone to talk to God and dwell in the Scriptures.  It’s a beautiful thing.  But it too is in danger of perversion.  Our time alone with Jesus becomes an idol when we become performers and dealers.

We look at our devotions and we make them as sincere as possible (God knows we hate to be legalists) and we feel that if we are devout, then God must love us.  If we are truly obedient and joyfully following Him, then He will love us.  It turns us into performers who are solely concerned with holy living to secure love.  Our best attempts to be real with God can become nothing more than paper thin legalism.

Or we go into it quite honestly to get something out of God.  We assume that if we take the time every day to spend time with God, then He is duty bound to bless us.  We deal out a solid quite time each day and, in return, God must become our slave.  But God cannot function as a slave.  It’s against His very nature.  And the dealers, too, become just as idolatrous.

Our devotions can simply become a means to an end.  We make sincere (and insincere) time with God into a golden goose, either to get the love we crave or the blessings we feel we deserve.

Christian Music

I’ll go ahead and call this “Christian music” as well.  Some Christians who are more culturally oriented make a big deal out of the music they listen to.  They feel that the only type of music a Christian should listen to is Christian music.  I can’t help but wonder if they exclusively wear Christian shoes and eat Christian toast.  They label all secular music as sinful.

The problem here is that the nature of music excludes regeneration.  In other words, music doesn’t have a soul that can be saved.  Jesus did not die for music.  Music cannot become “Christian”.  It is an amoral thing, neither good nor evil.

Now, to be fair, I know what folks mean when they talk about Christian music.  They’re referring (in most cases) simply to the lyrics.  They have in mind the JPS levels of the music.  For those who aren’t clear on this, the JPS level is simply the Jesus Per Song level.  It’s the frequency at which the name Jesus is mentioned in each song.  A high JPS level means it is Christian.  A low level means that it is secular and bad.  There are many problems with this perspective.  But that’s for another entry.

The point is, regardless of whether the existence of Christian music is dangerous, holy or a little of both, the attention it commands easily turns it into an idol.  And Christian music is just an ambassador for the whole of the evangelical subculture.  If it isn’t branded with a cross, it somehow becomes unclean.  Again, understand me.  I’m not anti-Christian music.  I dearly love those people who listen to it.  What I have a problem with is when they elevate the Christian subculture above the actual person of Jesus.  To these folks, I plead with you: take your eyes off your merchandise and fix them back on Jesus.

Much more could be said.  I’m sure that much more will be said.  But for now, I suppose that some things will have to remain unsaid.  I am suggesting that we all start examining ourselves in the church.

We already know the dangers that are in the world.  Preachers have been shouting about them for centuries.  What we need to do is look inwardly and sniff out the snakes that sing like angels.  If we do not, they will poison us and our souls will quietly bleed to death.

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