I failed to answer one of Candleman’s questions in my earlier post on Obsessive-Compulsive Spirituality, so I thought I’d do that now. Responding to him will entail another idea that came to mind as I re-read his comments and my response. Here’s the question he asked (after reading Hisstory and Mystory as well as my testimony):

Are you conforming to the world when you listen to Pink Floyd, Jimi Hendricks, and Led Zeppelin as you state in your blogger profile? (This is a serious question and I am not trying to be judgmental at all on your music tastes.)”

(I very much appreciate his spirit, i.e., seeking not to give offense or be misunderstood.)

Candleman, it would seem, is that most dreaded of all blog readers: he pays attention and catches me in apparent contradictions. Fortunately (for me), I can “wiggle” my way out of this one.

How does one reconcile walking in the Spirit with listening to Pink Floyd, Jimi Hendrix, Led Zeppelin, or – even – Eminem? How can we claim to abide in Christ, watch movies like Pulp Fiction, and laugh when Travolta accidentally performs brain-salad surgery in the backseat of a car? Or even when we’re engaged in apparently innocuous activities like giving your dog a bath or sorting the mail?

Well, if you’re OCS, you can’t. You can try to “see Christ in your dog” or ask “how would Jesus read the mail?” to maintain a semblance of being spiritual, but when it comes to my kind of music, movies, and other activities you’ve got a real problem. You have to conclude that you’re indulging your flesh and have supplanted the Holy Spirit in the throne room that has become your life.

But without OCS – and here comes the additional idea alluded to previously – it’s not really a problem. It is something to be aware of and alert to but not something to ring your hands about or change into sackcloth over.

For me, walking in the Spirit is like walking with my wife. Now, if I’m OCH (Obsessive-Compulsive Husbandry), I’m going to be walking with her but my mind is going to be constantly asking the following kinds of questions:

Am I holding her hand properly? Is there enough pressure in my grip? Too much? Should we interlock fingers? What Would Jesus Do?
“Is she enjoying this? Would she rather I not hold her hand? Should I ask? Will she think I’m insecure if I do ask?
“Am I walking too fast for her? Too slow?
“Am I leading her? Does she perceive me as a spiritual leader when we walk? How would Christ do this? Is there a verse that applies here?”

And so on. If I were to do this with her, my wife would probably ask me why I’m not talking, why I look distant, why I look so unhappy or worried. I would wonder why she’s not as spiritual as me: she seems to just be walking! Not much of an enjoyable time for either of us.

A normal walk, however, whether with my wife or with Christ, is quite different. Instead of being preoccupied with whether or not I’m “doing it right,” I just enjoy the moment. Enjoy the time with her/Him. Smiling, laughing, listening, talking, playing, working, eating – whatever. I live in my body – my senses – and put my mind on autopilot. Silent autopilot. I trust the Holy Spirit to set off a warning light or bell if something’s up.

It’s not much different when I listen to Pink Floyd or watch Pulp Fiction. I listen or watch with Jesus. We talk about it. I enjoy His creation: the musicians, the actors, the director; I marvel at the creativity He has given to people, the beauty of art. I also hear and see the suffering and painful existence of the more talented, thoughtful artists, recognizing and understanding – as well as remembering – what life without hope in Him is like: the search for relief or answers or someone that will make life seem worth it. Resorting to drugs, alcohol, pronography, or any handy escape when necessary. Anything to manage pain.

Back when I was OCS, I didn’t enjoy creation much and I didn’t enjoy God’s human creatures at all. Now I do: I am part of it and one of them. I am human. They are my kinsmen according to the flesh. I hurt for them sometimes and wish I could talk to them. Maybe share the gospel, but mostly just talk about what they think and their pain and their search and their dreams and . . . about their life. A Francis Schaeffer kind of talk. Loving, not condescending or preachy.

Life is alive now. I live it; I don’t just observe it. I (hopefully) view it from an eternal perspective (hence, the name of this blog) but I don’t just think about the “there and then”; I think about the “here and now,” too. It reflects and reveals God to me, now that I have eyes to see, ears to hear, a heart to feel, and a mind that filters without shouting down everything else.


2 Cor 1:13