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RE: This.
This is what I was talking about last night. About Santa Claus and Christians. And songs stuck in my head. Arguably their best song. And one of my favorite musicians, Steve Taylor, had a part in it.
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Newsboys - Lost the Plot
When you come back again
Would you bring me something from the fridge?
Heard a rumour that the end is near
But I just got comfortable here.
Sigh.
Let’s be blunt.
I’m a little distracted.
What do you want?
Headaches and bad faith
Are all that I’ve got.
First I misplaced the ending
Then I lost the plot.
Out among the free-range sheep
While the big birds sharpen their claws.
For a time we stuck with the shepherd
But you wouldn’t play Santa Claus.
Sigh.
Let’s be blunt.
We’re a little distracted.
What do you want?
Once we could follow,
Now we cannot.
You would not fit our image,
So we lost the plot.
Once we could hear you,
Now our senses are shot.
We’ve forgotten our first love.
We have lost the plot.
When I saw you for the first time
You were hanging with a thief
And I knew my hands were dirty,
And I dropped my gaze.
Then you said I was forgiven
And you welcomed me with laughter.
I was happy ever after.
I was counting the days
When you’d come back again.
We’ll be waiting for you
When you comin’ back again?
We’ll be ready for you
Maybe we’ll wake up when…
Maybe we’ll wake up when
You come back again.
Lies.
Let’s be blunt.
We’re a little unfaithful.
What do you want?
Are you still listening?
‘Cause we’re obviously not
We’ve forgotten our first love
We have lost the plot.
And why are you still calling?
You forgave, we forgot.
We’re such experts at stalling
That we’ve lost the plot.
Lost the plot
When you come back again
Would you bring me something from the fridge?
Heard a rumour that the end is near
But I just got comfortable here.
“I think God is kind of like Santa Claus for adults. Otherwise, God is kind of a jerk, isn’t he? I mean, he makes me gay and then he has his followers going around telling me it’s something that I chose. As if someone would choose to be mocked every single day of their life… You can’t prove there isn’t a magic teapot floating around the dark side of the moon with a dwarf inside of it that reads romance novels and shoots lightening out of its boobs, but it seems pretty unlikely doesn’t it?”— Kurt Hummel, ‘Grilled Cheesus’ (via frodoswaggins)
Yeah, three things are obvious to me:
- Mr. Hummel definitely needs to study a little more theology. Although there are way too many Christians who seem to treat God like Santa Claus, too.
- He also needs to meet a few more Christians outside of Westboro.
- I think it would be pretty easy to prove there’s not a magic teapot floating around the dark side of the moon. Unless he said it were invisible, of course.
And now I’ve got a song in my head. I think I’ve posted it before, so I’ll have to try to look that up. (If not, I will post it soon.)
Another thing that’s funny: I always thought “Hummel” was an Amish Country name. I grew up with several Hummels in school and the area. But I’m weird like that. (It took me years to realize that “Miller” was not strictly an Anabaptist name, too.)
(via usgroovykids)
