Java Jam
Tonight I hung out a local coffee house and listened to a friend perform a collection of songs ranging from Stone Temple Pilots to Bob Dylan. The music mix was quite eclectic and the atmosphere provided a welcome respite from the outside world.
The atmosphere at a coffee house is unique. People come to the same place, but for different reasons (that is not what makes a coffee house unique). Some people come to drink a cup of mocha or to down a vanilla latte. Others come to take advantage of the free wireless internet service. And others just come to hang out. Tonight I went to listen to music.
The music was good. Not every note was nailed right on, and not every chord was played flawlessly, but the spirit fueling the music transcended any technical errors. The musician (Joel Jordan) performed songs to which he is intimately connected. He did not just sing the songs, he felt them. The passion seeped through every note he sang. The fervor encompassed every chord strummed and every string picked. In this day when commercialism runs amok over the airwaves, such a performance was indeed welcome and embraced.
As I enjoyed the performance (even without stage diving or crowd surfing) my mind began to engage in philosophical exercises. The coffee house is such an inviting setting. How come "going to church" is not more like going to see a local musician play at a coffee house?
I realize that some of you will balk at any such assertion. You will proclaim the higher purpose in our corporate worship on Sundays. And you are right about the higher purpose. But why is it that time seems irrelevant in the coffee house, but is the center of attention at church? Maybe the reason is because the passion I witnessed tonight is not always visible at church. I'm not talking about jumping up and down and shouting. Those things are signs of excitement, but not necessarily evidence of passion.
Passion is a little hard to define, but when you witness it there is no doubt about what it is. So, my few devoted readers, are we (Christians) largely without passion? If not, then where do you see or hear the passion? If so, then how do we become passionate Christ-followers?
Maybe the first step is to take in a show at the local coffee house.
