Time’s A Teacher Never Chosen
I had a nice present arrive in the mail late last week – the latest album by the supreme dream team, The Cobalt Season. Fragile Iconoclast has been a steady road companion for me this weekend. Three hour drive up and down from the cottage was sound-tracked by this and Ryan’s prior album, But I Tell You. They held up quite well to the pine trees, lakes, and rocky outcroppings of the Haliburton highlands. I’m very appreciative of music that welcomes the imagery of journey. Especially when that is context within an actual journey through such stunning and wild scenery.
I’m not alone among my friends when it comes to a conscious reconsidering of my surety in religion and God as previously understood. Fragile Iconoclast provided some great points of discussion and a hopeful way forward in our conversations on what it is to worship in the place that we are. Such depth and devotion has been found in the searching and unsteady steps of life. I’ve been very appreciative of the artistry of Ryan and Holly and company in this season of un/faith.
I really did not intend to see the world this way. When I was a teen I knew so much more about the way God works. Seriously, all my questions were answered. The Baptist way was the way of God through the millennia. No doubts. I did not intend this to change. If I stumbled upon myself then as I am now I would have instantly judged me to be outside of God. I’m so thankful that God has pulled me outside. I hope that 10 years from now I am still in a place that 10 years previous I did not intend.
