Something’s in the air.

This afternoon me and my small group (who are interested starting a boiler room Canterbury) met the lovely Phil Togwell from 24-7 Prayer, who came down from Romford to discuss what a prayer-based community would look like in our city. We have all been very much energised by his visit and input, and I’m still processing the stuff we talked about.

This weekend we take our first little foray into 24-7 prayer – inspired by Phil’s community’s 24-1 prayer event, and too wimpy and resource-less to pray for a full week or month, we decided to try praying for 24 hours as a community from Saturday morning until Sunday morning. We have gotten our hands on just about the coolest prayer space available – a caravan called ‘Grace’ – courtesy of the mum of one of the newer Vineyarders, Joe. Vicki suggested this afternoon that we rename Grace ‘The Prayeravan’; we looked at her with a mixture of disgust and amusement. Still, maybe it would bode well for the event? I am sure Sunday will bring lots to write about, plus photos and possibly a short film if I can book me a HD camera from uni…

If this weekend goes well we will surely do more of this in the future, especially once Vineyard actually moves into its brand new warehouse. If you are the praying sort, please keep this event in your prayers this weekend.

(Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!)

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How did I never notice this was a worship song before?

I always associated it with friendship or romantic love, mainly due to the Sex and the City finale. Actually, it’s all about God! I’ve been using this a lot in my prayer life lately…

Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air
I know I can count on you
Sometimes I feel like saying “Lord I just don’t care”
But you’ve got the love I need To see me through

Sometimes it seems that the going is just too rough
And things go wrong no matter what I do
Now and then it seems that life is just too much
But you’ve got the love I need to see me through

When food is gone you are my daily meal
When friends are gone I know my savior’s love is real
Your love is real

You got the love
You got the love
You got the love
You got the love
You got the love
You got the love

Time after time I think “Oh Lord what’s the use?”
Time after time I think it’s just no good
Sooner or later in life, the things you love you loose
But you got the love I need to see me through

Creativity and Christianity

There’s an interesting article up at Christianity Today about Christ and creativity – main point being, the source of creativity, from a Christian perspective, is an overflow of mystery within the soul. (I don’t agree with everything the article says, partly because it tries to deal with a subject of infinite depth in a few paragraphs – which is probably what I’ll end up doing here – but it ties into something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately.)

There’s an old Hegel quote: “The mysteries of the Egyptians were mysteries for the Egyptians themselves”, meaning that while historians and anthropologists are sitting around wondering what the Egyptians were trying to express when they built their pyramids and wrote their hieroglyphics, if you went and asked them, they probably wouldn’t have a clue what they were doing either! I would argue, of course, that if indeed they were expressing some kind of inexplicable mystery, it was likely some sort of knowledge of God, or knowledge of the lack of God. But isn’t this what creativity is? The need to express deep emotional and existential mysteries that we don’t fully understand. There’s something inherently theological about that.

The big question is, why is so much of Christian creativity utter shite? If we’re meant to be creating things in response to and in worship of something as off-the-frickin-hook as Almighty God, why isn’t it better? Think of what passes for contemporary worship music. It’s crap. That said, I am more than willing to let some of my otherwise fairly high standards of taste slip a little in the name of blessing God. I have some Hillsong music on my iTunes, whatever. If I’m at church and we’re singing worship music, I’d rather just get on with the task at hand (i.e. touching God’s heart) than cynically pick apart the trite lyrics or hackneyed chord progressions. But when you compare that to artists who make indescribably beautiful art, artists like Ani diFranco, Stan Brakhage, Bjork etc. it just doesn’t compare. In comparison to that level of creativity, I don’t think a lot of Christian music/literature/film/whatever can even be called art.

(I’m leaving out a lot here, such as the doctrine of common grace, but you get the idea…)

However, around the edges of faith life (where all the interesting stuff happens anyway) you get groups like Ikon and Grace who are doing astounding, fascinating stuff – Ikon call what they do ‘transformance art’, which is really the best description imaginable. Not to mention Greenbelt festival, which I can’t wait to get to. It’s all really cutting-edge and makes me kind of excited to be a Christian at this time.

I reckon that as the emerging church develops and we enter more fully into mysticism etc. there’ll be more and more of this stuff happening, and it’ll be exciting to see how this develops.

I, for one, would love to experiment with a worship service in which everyone brings a (preferably secular) song which helps them feel close to God. I’d probably choose Bjork’s ‘Unite’ – I often pray with her Vespertine album playing in the background.

And to round off these disparate thoughts, here is a pretty thought-provoking blog post where the blogger has typed up notes on what looks to have been a spectacular talk by Rob Bell on creativity.