I got an invitation to a poetry night and what I witnessed was – to say the least – breathtaking!
I saw gifted young men ad women, several of them, putting color to the queen’s language, rhyming and flowing, singing and heaping praise.
One thing though about the beautiful night seemed odd.
Most of the night’s rhyming and singing and praising and flowing ultimately pointed to something – apart from the source.
All the night’s creativity was a means to an end .
And the end was – well – not God .
And that kind of got my attention away from the popcorn in my hands as I kept musing .
How can we rhyme about mountains without rhyming about the one in whose presence “Mountains melt like wax? (Ps 97:5)? ”
How can we sing about the sun’s beauty without singing about the “sun of righteousness that rises with healing in his wings” (Malachi 4:2)
How can we tell people about love,without reminding them that ,actually, “greater love has none than this that he lay down his life for his friends”? (John 15:13) “
I mean, who talks about pleasure and forgets that “at his right hand are pleasures forever more” (Ps16:11)
And I am talking to y’all musicians, word lovers, poets, who supply us with the finest sound, literature painting and imagery.
Do we even get the idea that “all of creation testifies about God’s eternal power” (Rom 1:20)?
How dare we make a woman’s body an object of our piece without recognizing the grandeur of the one who curved her “in her mother’s womb” (Ps 139:13)?
Well, you say, wait Eddie, you saying all art should be religious?
No, I am just saying the obvious, rivers have a source and leopards have spots, .same way cocks crow and birds whistle. All art that exults creation should never disappoint at pointing us to the source.
Sex doesn’t deserve our greatest praise; it wasn’t even our idea- for crying out loud! Romance isn’t our highest aspiration, peace with God and reconciliation through Christ is. (2Cor 5:19)
Talk of r-e-a-l n-e-e-d!
Next time you hear a great song, smell a great plant, touch a great painting, bite into a juicy apple.
Or even see a great woman (yes), pause, before you praise, and remember.
Creation testifies – and that’s what truly satisfies.