When I first met Anne Lamott she was just coming “out of the closet” as a follower of Jesus. Unorthodox, opinionated, outspoken and always witty on-the-air, off the air I’ve always been taken with her sweetness, kindness and essential goodness of heart. This is the audio of a show we did in Chicago, She had just eaten a polish hot dog and didn’t feel very good…but her story of God’s love and grace comes through loud and clear. (Segment One of Four. Check back every day for new postings.)
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Great questions. Thanks for posting it.
RE: The conversation the last few days on “art” and faith and your Derek Webb quote, “Christian artists don’t seem to be focused anymore on making great art.”
“Christian artists” (whatever that means!) need to look at what the mainstream folks like Paul Simon continue to do…produce great art yet have a spiritual underpinning. On his new album, “Surprise”, in the song Outrageous, one lyric is indeed a surprise, coming out of nowhere near the song’s end: “God will, Like he waters the flowers on your window sill.” Simon is the album’s producer, and Brian Eno added the “sonic landcape”. Definitely on my list of top albums of 2006. In the lyrics that accompany the CD, every song contains at least one word associated with water, which are printed in bold lettering: river, flood water, clouds, frost, pond, rain, waters, tear drop, crying, drop, pool, storm, mist, tears, ocean, sea, upstream, etc.
Is Jesus, the “living water” (John 4:13-14) who will wipe away every tear
(Rev. 21:4-6) behind every song? God only knows.
David
Outrageous
by Paul Simon
It’s outrageous to line your pockets off the misery of the poor.
Outrageous the crime some human beings must endure.
It’s a blessing to wash your face in the summer solstice rain.
It’s outrageous a man like me stand here and complain.
But I’m tired, nine hundred sit-ups a day.
I’m painting my hair the colour of mud, mud, okay?
I’m tired, tired
Anybody care what I say? No!
I’m painting my hair the colour of mud.
Who’s gonna love you when your looks are gone?
Tell me, who’s gonna love you when your looks are gone?
Aw, who’s gonna love you when your looks are gone?
Who’s gonna love you when your looks are gone?
Who’s gonna love you when your looks are gone?
Who’s gonna love you when your looks are gone?
Who’s gonna love you when your looks are gone?
It’s outrageous the food they try to serve in a public school.
Outrageous, the way they talk to you like you’re some kind of clinical fool
It’s a blessing to rest my head in the circle of your love.
It’s outrageous I can’t stop thinking about the things I’m thinking of.
And I’m tired, nine hundred sit-ups a day.
I’m painting my hair the colour of mud, mud, okay?
I’m tired, tired, anybody care what I say? No!
Painting my hair the colour of mud.
Who’s gonna love you when your looks are gone?
Tell me, who’s gonna love you when your looks are gone?
Tell me, who’s gonna love you when your looks are gone?
God will,
Like he waters the flowers on your window sill.
Take me, I’m an ordinary player in the key of C,
And my will was broken by my pride and my vanity
Who’s gonna love you when your looks are gone?
God will,
Like he waters the flowers on your window sill.