Anyway, after seven wonderful albums (including some EPs and a Live+Acoustic album), Jars of Clay released Christmas Songs in October of 2007 ... and it was bad. Actually, almost really bad. Then last year they released their Closer EP, which previewed a fearfully electric-wall-of-sound turn in their music. And now, in a few weeks, they'll release their next LP, The Long Fall Back to Earth. From a couple song previews on their website, I'm not feeling optimistic.
See, I have another theory, but about "Christian" bands in general. It's simple: Solid bands with a unique sound give in to the temptation to go "distortion" or "electric" or "hard" and lose everything that made their sound worthwhile. See: Switchfoot. See: dc Talk. See: Five Iron Frenzy. And now, me genoito, we may be witnessing Jars of Clay finally make the transition from "artistically serious, multi-instrumental, complexly layered" to "loud distorted electric guitars strummed endlessly in a mindless wall of sound."
In the meantime, while we wait and hope they haven't fallen prey to the distortion epidemic, we can enjoy their older music now. "Hymn" is one of my all-time favorite Jars of Clay songs, and the lyrics, whose form match the title, are a big reason why. I plan to use these words in a prayer or liturgy at some point in my life.
My own is a brief reflection on the pervasive defensive mechanism modern Christians have on behalf of God or Christianity. Another word for this might be apologetics. Enjoy.
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Hymn
By Dan Haseltine (of Jars of Clay)
O refuge of my hardened heart
O fast pursuing lover, come
As angels dance around your throne
My life by captured fare you own
Not silhouette of trodden faith
Nor death shall not my steps be guide
I'll pirouette upon my grave
For in your path I'll run and hide
O gaze of love, so melt my pride
That I may in your house but kneel
And in my brokenness to cry
Spring worship unto thee
When beauty breaks the spell of pain
The bludgeoned heart shall burst in vain
But not when love be pointed king
And truth shall thee forever reign
O gaze of love, so melt my pride
That I may in your house but kneel
And in my brokenness to cry
Spring worship unto thee
Sweet Jesus, carry me away
From cold of night and dust of day
In ragged hour or salt-worn eye
Be my desire, my wellspring lye
O gaze of love, so melt my pride
That I may in your house but kneel
And in my brokenness to cry
Spring worship unto thee
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Cross Examination
Should I defend you?
I cannot see why.
If the one who came
in the name of the
Lord defended none—
neither himself nor
you nor his people—
should I then defend
you? No. Instead I
will speak to you on
their behalf, like your
servants before me,
knowing argument
with you, heated or
cool, pleases you more
than any righteous
witness stand, God in
the dock. You are no
stranger to the lock
snap of the chains, nor
resistant to their
latch. May we join you
there, or stay quiet.
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Past Sunday Sabbath Poetry
- 8.31.08 - Wendell Berry
- 9.7.08 - Will Oldham
- 9.14.08 - Sam Beam
- 9.21.08 - Woody Guthrie
- 9.28.08 - Derek Webb
- 10.5.08 - David Berman
- 10.12.08 - Michael Nau
- 10.19.08 - Sufjan Stevens
- 10.26.08 - Wendell Berry
- 11.2.08 - Maynard James Keenan
- 11.16.08 - Wendell Berry
- 11.23.08 - Psalm 44
- 12.10.08 - Mid-Week: Derek Webb, Rowan Williams, Cormac McCarthy, Psalm 137, and Jesus
- 12.21.08 - Placide Cappeau
- 1.04.09 - Robin Pecknold
- 1.11.09 - Thom Yorke
- 1.25.09 - Reese Roper
- 2.1.09 - Chris Martin
- 2.15.09 - Wendell Berry
- 3.01.09 - C.S. Lewis
- 3.8.09 - George Herbert
- 3.15.09 - Gerard Manley Hopkins
- 3.22.09 - Rowan Williams
- 3.29.09 - Walter Brueggemann
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