Hallmark Jehovah: A Musical For All Ages
Pink Floyd is one of my favorite bands. For those of you who don't know much about them, originally, Pink Floyd was a psychedelic/experimental rock band. Most of their early material was written by their lead singer, Syd Barrett. Syd Barrett was, to use a technical term, bat-sh*t crazy. Eventually he stopped playing with the band, mostly because they stopped inviting him to concerts. He would just stop playing in the middle of the concert, or he would play the same chord for the whole concert, or he would detune his guitar. Some people blamed his insanity on his almost constant use of LSD. Some people blamed his almost constant use of LSD on his insanity. Either way, they stopped taking him to concerts. Eventually, the bass player, named Roger Waters, took over a lot of the writing aspects of the band's material, especially the lyrics. He was the creative force behind most of Pink Floyd's recognizable material, such as The Dark Side of the Moon, Wish You Were Here, and The Wall. In 1985, Roger Waters left Pink Floyd and started doing some solo work. His most critically acclaimed solo work came in 1992 with his album Amused to Death.
A couple weeks ago, I wrote about my frustration with the book of Job. I got some feedback about what I wrote. Some was good, some was random, and some talked about God's sovereignty. I guess that was the whole point of what I wrote. If the book of Job is all about God's ultimate control, that's depressing. Job was God's number one guy, and he really gets the shaft. Even when he gets rich again and he has more kids, that doesn't take away his previous loss. It's not like, "I lost a penny, but then I found one on the sidewalk, so it's all good." Losing people sucks. And nothing makes that go away. Not even connecting with other people, really.
Right after I wrote all of this, a friend of mine bought me a copy of Eugene Peterson's The Message. I really love reading Job in this paraphrase, and I found the introduction to the book very interesting. Peterson points out the fact that most of the book is Job talking with his friends. His friends say a lot of stuff about God that we wouldn't necessarily disagree with, but Job argues with them. Seriously, read Job 5 without the context. It is a beautiful poem about God. In the next chapter, Job says he wants to die. Flip to chapter 42. God says to Eliphaz, "you have not spoken of me rightly, as Job did." That doesn't make sense.
I really love Amused to Death. I have thought about writing an in depth review of the album. I think I would call it "Nihilism: the Musical". Waters deconstructs our modern concepts of war, religion, government, and economy, all in reference to how the media has desensitized us to the reality of these things. The album includes a 3 part song called "What God Wants". Here are some lyrics:
"God wants peace. God wants war.
God wants famine. God wants chain stores.
What God wants, God gets, God help us all."
What makes something real? Is an ice cream cone real because I can describe how it tastes? Is a baby real because I know the biological processes of conception? Is a lamp real because I know that it's purpose is to provide light?
Why would God back the suicidal guy and reprimand the guy who said all of the right stuff?
I hate Hallmark. They are a corporation. They overuse pastel colors. They use kitschy poems extensively. Three strikes. Don't get me wrong--I think cards can be meaningful and special. And, if I am going to buy a card, I generally prefer Hallmark cards. But I think that Hallmark represents something larger. To me, Hallmark represents society's trend to commercialize everything that should be sacred. Birth, death, birthdays, anniversaries, special occasions--all commemorated with cute phrases and partial Bible verses. It disgusts me.
I have this theory about discrimination. It all started while I went to Maranatha. In my sophomore year, I took Advanced Writing with Midcalf. I was writing an essay about working landscaping with this stoner, when I realized that I had all the same issues as this other guy-- just without constant marijuana use. I realized that this stereotype of "stoner" was pretty useless, because I wasn't any better than he was. Sure, I was probably smarter, in an academic sense, but he understood a lot of things that I didn't. My theory is that discrimination only happens because you haven't interacted with that "type" of person. So you build up this mythical idea of what that "type" of person is like. Whether it is about race, or sexual orientation, or religion, it is easy to hate when you have never talked with them, or lived with them, or worked with them, or built a relationship with them. I would love to walk up to some gay marriage protester and ask them how many gay people they are friends with. How many they have gone out to eat with. How many they have invited over to their house. Discrimination only works in your mind. Discrimination doesn't make sense in reality.
So what am I trying to say? What do Roger Waters, Hallmark, homophobia, and the book of Job have to do with each other?
Reality.
Reality is not something you describe. It is not something you understand. It is not something you control. It is something you live. Reality is what is actually happening. All the time.
God is with Job because Job is living in reality, not in trite sayings. He is walking through the fire, not making cliche statements about fire as a metaphor for God's holiness. God tells Eliphaz to get Job to pray for him because Eliphaz has no connection with God. He mentally understands all this stuff about God, but it is totally useless. It does him no good.
So Eliphaz starts a church. And he says all of the right things from the pulpit. His worship team is very musically sound, and they are all dressed nice. His church building in the suburbs looks like the lobby of some expensive hotel, with couches, and plants, and a table with coffee from the trendy local barista. His outreach programs are centered around some catchy play on words from a well known Bible verse. He is still saying all of the right things.
Then this guy named Roger walks in. His dad was a political activist, but volunteered to join the Army when war broke out. HIs dad died when he was only 5 months old. He grew up, experimented a little with drugs with his friends, and now his best friend is addicted to psychedelic drugs. Everything about him was searching for some bigger reality. And when he walks in, everyone looks at him funny because he doesn't fit their mold. And he hears a sermon that is saying all of the right things, but somehow feels shallow and cheesy and Hallmark. There is no reality. So he writes a song.
"And the Germans killed the Jews, and the Jews killed the Arabs,
And the Arabs killed the hostages, and that is the news,
Is it any wonder that the monkey's confused?"