Wednesday, October 13, 2004

do you ever get stuck on a song?

from the first note you feel a lump in your throat. as you listen to the song you realize that somehow, in this moment and by God's grace, this song has become a sacrament. so you partake of the song not just once, but time and again. once that song is lifted up and transubstantiated, you can never listen to it in quite the same way again.

allow me to share with you a few songs that have become, for me, sacramental:

have a little faith by john hiatt
faith my eyes by derek webb
we are not as strong as we think we are by rich mullins
freddie freeloader by miles davis
big country by bela fleck and the flecktones
come thou fount
a mighty fortress is our God by martin luther

15 comments:

jamie said...

Gosh, my eyes started to sting as soon I read, "We Are Not As Strong As We Think We Are," this morning.

Nightswimming - REM - when that viola briefly ushers in that pounding piano.

Trust in the Lord - Sixpence (especially the part where Lee sings after a brief rest, "I have overcome...")

Jesus - Ashley Cleveland

There are many...those are just a few.

This is a really great post. I hope people share.

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g13 said...

thanks for your note, james. everytime i hear rich sing the following line, i come close to loosing it:

"if you make me laugh i know i could make you like me. cause when i laugh i can be a lot of fun. but when we can't do that i know that it is frightening. what i don't know is why we can't hold on. can't hold on."

james said...

Man, you had to go and say "Miles Davis". Now I can't get Billy Madison quotes out of my head.

jamie said...

Agh. And *you* had to go and say Billy Madison....

trying....hard....to....restrain....self...

I won't be that girl who hijacks a perfectly nice blog entry...*i won't*!

Damn you, Billy Madison! You are my kryptonite!

g13 said...

'i know who it was. it was that damn sasquatch.'

jamie said...

a;lkdjf;lksdjfldsjdlsja;dlkkoiehos !!!!!!!!

"I'd rather have a beer."

"Hi...Carl...GOOD to SEE you!"

"Maybe they're playin' *Marco* Polo! "
"Marco!"
"Polo!"
"Marco!"
"Polo!"
"Ah geez, that was a great game."

g13 said...

"don't put it out with your boots, teeed!
"don't tell me my business, devil woman!"

"Oh, Billy boy, Billy boy. When are you gonna find what ever it is you're looking for?"
"Here's a nice piece of shit."

"Well, 'sorry' doesn't put the Triscuit crackers in my stomach now, does it Karl?"

jamie said...

*crying*

" Leg!"

g13 said...

"boy, am i glad i called that guy!"

james said...

And don't forget the butt-rockers...

"Billy passed the third grade!
Oh what a glorious dayeeyay!
Ohhh! To pass the third grade,
the Billy Madison way!"

jamie said...

*snort* no you did not actually write "dayeeyay."

james said...

Such the perfect word when howling in spandex, isn't it?

b said...

The part that really sucks is that I don't have a job where I can play on the net all day like some of the rest of you, and so I always come in at the end of these things. Having said that . . .


"You can help me shave my aaarrrrmpits."

"Jack Nicholson now? or 1974?"

"But when I fell I just broke my leg and got a hemmorage in my head!"

"Hey, what day is it?"
"umm . .October?"

"I can't believe old man clemons called the shit 'poop'!!!!"

g13 said...

first off, consider yourself lucky. instead of marketing 2 x 4s you could be marketing "the dream giver" by bruce wilkinson.

"i thought i was your snack-pack."

"ah, er, that came with the tent."

"now you're all in big, big trouble."

"at no point did you provide anything resembling a coherent response. you are awarded no points and may God have mercy on your soul."

i hope you're enjoying the NLCS. this team never ceases to amaze me.