If Jesus did rise from the dead, then we must write and
record music that is beautiful and challenging.
I’m discovering that’s what I believe. I’ve been a Christian
all my life, but lately I’ve been growing in my understanding of what Easter –
the event at the center of the faith I claim – has to do with art. Like a lot
of people, I yearn to be better integrated – to discover what one part of my
life or my actions has to do with another, and to line up the pieces that don’t
fit together, until my life isn’t in pieces at all – until it all fits. Since
art and faith are so significant to me, this means I’m always thinking about
ways they fit together.
I find food for thought in obvious places, but also in surprising
ones – like the book I finished this weekend by the Bishop of Durham about resurrection. Easter, it turns out, isn’t so much about going to heaven
as it is about heaven coming here.
Which has to do with art and music. People create as a
natural response to the created world around us. We reflect and enhance the
beauty we find, ordering and enjoying the sights and sounds we find pleasurable
– like Adam in Eden, who cultivated the garden and named the animals he found
there. But unlike Adam, we live in a world that’s marred by ugliness and evil.
Honest art reflects this, too.
Many first-century Jews – including Jesus – believed that
evil was a temporary blight. Because God was just, they thought, an age would
come when he would re-create the world. The beauty here would be transformed,
made even better. The ugliness would be thrown on the trash heap. And dead
people – particularly those who’d died unjustly – would be brought to life
again.
Folks who concluded Jesus was the savior, then, saw Easter
as the start of this new age of justice and beauty. His resurrection was a
foretaste, like a single flower poking through still-frozen ground. Sure,
injustice was still everywhere – but the era of peace had begun.
If I believe that, too, then it explains why I like music
full of contradictions – tense, but yearning; dark, but full of promise. The
kind of stuff I most aspire to make is a mixture of darkness and light. I don’t
love sad songs or happy songs so much as hopeful
ones. Because I think the world is cold – but also that Spring has already begun.
What about you? How do the things you believe intersect with
the music you love?