I may puncture a few favored thoughts tonight. I don’t know.
Hopefully, it will not be construed as malicious! 😳
I don’t believe so. I think most of you are getting to know my heart.🙂
So…I have been waxing nostalgic for the contemporary Christian music I grew up with a lot lately.
I am nudging into 42 next month, so the era is not too difficult to guess, I imagine. 🙂
80’s and 90’s seem pretty far away here in 2020.
And, at the risk of sounding curmudgeonly, Christian music does, too!
In a way that is sadly feeling like the same watered down cup so many churches are serving up these days.
Oh, there are Jesusy lyrics sung, all right.
But, I turn on the radio and find that seldom is today’s Christian fare beyond a romantical, vague, husky-voiced haze, difficult to tell one song from the next. 🙁
Almost…formulaic. As if the subject is still there, but the substance has been hollowed out.
Ouch. Maybe that’s a bit harsh….😬
Now, I said I would try not to be a crotchedy old lady here, so I will try to stand by that!
I am swimming into my middle years, but I still have a mindset which knows God has gifted us beyond the old standards, so it isn’t your typical no-new-fangled granny grumble. 😏
So, maybe it’d help to give you a proper picture of my background…
I started out in the likes of doing imaginary concerts to Petra records, as well as some of my daddy’s Don Fransisco, Harvest, and BJ Thomas as a preteen. 🙂
I graduated later to wearing out tapes of Michael W. Smith, 4Him, and, my personal favorite, Rich Mullins.
DC Talk, the earlier Newsboys, Jars of Clay, and Audio Adrenaline were swiftly added to the mix, along with a few others I would discover through my annual collecting of the latest W.O.W. compilation CD.
Stuff that each had its own signature flavor, singers with their own personal tweak, a variety of instruments with voices of their own, too.
But, best of all, lyrics that did more than make me feel like I was wrapped in impossibly fluffy pajamas.
Not that fluffy pajamas are necessarily always wrong.
We all need to feel comforted by His love.
But, our comfort can’t and shouldn’t be our singular focus.
Nor all we sing about!
No…rather, what I miss in today’s music compared to these older songs was that the latter made me think.
They sandpapered me with grit and honesty and challenge…
They bit into me, in a way I didn’t even fully realize back then.
The necessary bite of conviction.
Oh, I won’t pretend every song merited that rather lofty description.
There were lots of lightweights in there, just as every era has.
Believe me, I experienced that, too, as I ricocheted like a pinball between the self-serving ways of Charismania and a more traditional style of church.
But, in contrast, there didn’t seem to be the universal striving for the constant “feel good” that has permeated our culture at large today.
Now, that said, I won’t knock every song or every new artist.
That would the height of close-minded generalization.
I know there are yet pockets where sincerity of heart and creativity of mind exist.
For instance, I see and hear such on many a Wednesday night when we huddle around a couple of guitars and a d’jembe drum to lift up praise to the Lord with our youth. 🙂
I guess I am just saying we shouldn’t neglect the individuality He’s graced us with, especially not to appease the masses or stroke our fragile egos.
Nor should we shrink from the often necessary bite of conviction.
I believe that is integral to our call.
It should, therefore, be reflected in every aspect of living-music included….
Well, I hope that wasn’t too grumpy for you. I don’t like to feel as if I am purposely tromping on toes, even when God gives me the hard word to give. 🙂 Blessings and prayers to you, dear friends! Keep singing a new song to Him, but make sure it’s always a song of truth! 😉