Sometimes a song just gets a hold of you and won't let go: that's what the acoustic rendering of Bruce Cockburn's "Lovers in a Dangerous Time" is doing to me right now. It has so many levels of insight about this moment in time that it has become a prayer.
+ In one breath he is singing about the rush of time and the craziness of how we live, but in the next he notices that amidst the rush we catch glimpses of beauty, too, that dazzle us.
+ Next there is a verse to the tenderness of love - fragile and grace-filled that cannot be wasted - while the third notes that often love requires a struggle and even a fight: got to kick at the darkness till it bleeds daylight. How does the gospel of John put it: there is the light of life in our world that the darkness cannot put out?
And then that haunting chorus! Lovers.... in a dangerous time!
Dangerous for whom? For the lovers? For the church? For the status quo? All of this and more always below the surface? I suspect so... This song helps give shape and form to my calling to be a pastor and musician in these strange days: live as a lover in this dangerous time. (NOTE: We saw him during this tour as we happened to be in London on vacation. He played in Union Chapel, a small Congregational church with a huge building in North London that has cultivated a great ministry of the arts. Check it out: http://www.unionchapel.org.uk/index.php )
How does this week's gospel from Mark put it? Calling the crowd to join his disciples, he said, "Anyone who intends to come with me has to let me lead. You're not in the driver's seat; I am. Don't run from suffering; embrace it. Follow me and I'll show you how. Self-help is no help at all. Self-sacrifice is the way, my way, to saving yourself, your true self. What good would it do to get everything you want and lose you, the real you? What could you ever trade your soul for?
Lord, help me be a lover to all I meet in this dangerous and grace-filled time!
credits: lovers @ kikoshouse.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html
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