I got up early to pack for our annual staff retreat this week. Before heading out the door, I had a few (quiet) minutes to read and ‘be still’ (thank you, jimmie). I had pretty much decided to discontinue regular QM posts, but ran across this from Piper’s Life as A Vapor :
"When a person speaks of writes or sings or paints about breathtaking truth in a boring way, it is probably a sin."
And, imo, perhaps one of the greatest sins of our age. When students (and adults!) complain that ‘church is boring’, we act like it’s their duty (penance?) to suck it up and endure it.
We settle for lukewarm worship music.
We become accustomed to milquetoast ‘Christian Living’ books.
We consume a diet of art that only expresses God through some frosty lens of a deer drinking from a mountain stream next to a ricktey cabin in the woods.
Where are the expressions of ‘breathtaking truth’ that leave us breathless? That leave us in silence, grasping for words to express how our hearts have been consumed? Where is the lyricless music that so enraptures us that it brings tears to our eyes without a single voice?
We need the beautiful. And the spectacular.