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What does living by faith look like?

So what does it mean to live by faith? And how does living by faith relate to one's level of passivity in life? In other words, does living by faith mean that I stop spending so much time trying to plan for life and "take life into my own hands"?

This is a dilemma for me because I usually associate a greater level of passivity with irresponsibility. Therefore, I usually try to have a plan, to foresee as many possibilities as possible and have a plan of action for as many of those possibilities as possible. This feels like taking responsibility and being proactive. However, when I don't have a clear picture of the possibilities, or when I see the possibilities but can't figure out a plan, I get stressed. Lately, my stress level has been greater than ever.

So this brings me back to my question: what does it really look like to live by faith? Does it mean that we take things one day at a time and really give no thought for tomorrow (Matt. 6:34)? I'll be writing a more extensive post on this in the future, and I'd like to get some feedback before posting. Your thoughts ...

The Foundation -- A Parable

There once was a young man who stood on a foundation. He was happy on this foundation, even proud. He like to look at people who were not standing on his foundation and point out how flimsy their foundations were.

"Look at my foundation!" he would shout. "It is made of the finest ingredients, unlike yours. If you are happy with your foundation, you must either be ignorant as to the nature of a good foundation, or you don't have the honesty to admit that my foundation is better! After all, everyone with a good and honest heart can see how much better my foundation is!"

There were others standing on the same foundation. The young man often found them to be pleasant. They would laugh and socialize with each other, and they would remind each other of how privileged they were to be standing on their foundation and not any of the others. Occasionally, someone on the foundation voice an opinion about the foundation with which not everyone agreed. "Our foundation is best because it is made out of concrete!" would be countered quickly with "No! Our foundation is best because it is made out of stone!" Each would get on hands and knees inspecting the foundation to find evidence that his theory was correct. At first they would each point out specks in the hardened foundation. When this was not convincing, they would chip small pieces of the foundation off to compare. When this was also not convincing, they would break larger chunks.

For a while the young man got caught up in the excitement of a debate, and argued strongly for which element he believed made the foundation strongest. But one day he stopped debating, investigating, studying, and shouting long enough to separate himself from his surroundings and look once again at the foundation.

What he saw nearly destroyed him. The foundation was cracked and had large craters. Walking around in on the foundation had become a dangerous endeavor, both for the potential of stepping in a pot hole and injuring himself, and because of the constant tendency of his fellow foundation-standers to barrage him with questions and suspicions at every turn.

His foundation was no longer as beautiful to him as it once was. He loved his foundation, but felt it becoming more and more dangerous. So he started asking questions: "Is my foundation really better than the other foundations? How do I know, having never seen the other foundations for myself?" At first, he tried to ponder these questions in his mind, but with time he started voicing them out loud.

"Why are you asking such silly questions?" one of his foundation's leaders would say. "If you are asking those questions, you must not believe that our foundation is truly the best," another leader would add.

The young man had seen these reactions before. Each time, the one who was asking the unacceptable questions was shoved off of the foundation into what he believed was a land of unstable and weak foundations. This fate did not appeal to him. When the foundation's leaders displayed such an attitude, he felt himself being edged more and more slowly to the edge of the foundation.

But, in spite of his best efforts to ignore them, the questions would not go away. So the young man had to make a choice. "Do I stay on the foundation that I love so much, but that is becoming more and more unwelcoming and dangerous for me, or do I step off of that foundation into a world of the unknown with the hope and faith that I will happen upon another foundation that is strong."

With fear, anxiety, and tears, he chose the latter. He walked across the foundation, stepping across cracks and crevices, once tripping on some debris from the investigations that were perpetually taking place. He came to the edge and turned around to look again at the foundation that he had loved standing on so much.

And then he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, braced himself, and stepped off of the edge. ...

U2 Discussion -- Part 4

This will be the last post. I look forward to our discussion on Sunday!

"I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For" is a song that band members have called their "Gospel Song."

I have climbed the highest mountains
I have run through the fields
Only to be with you
Only to be with you.

I have run, I have crawled
I have scaled these city walls
These city walls
Only to be with you.

But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for.
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for.

I have kissed honey lips
Felt the healing in her finger tips
It burned like fire
(I was) burning inside her.

I have spoke with the tongue of angels
I have held the hand of a devil
It was warm in the night
I was cold as a stone.

But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for.
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for.

I believe in the Kingdom Come
Then all the colours will bleed into one
Bleed into one.
But yes, I'm still running.

You broke the bonds
And you loosed the chains
Carried the cross of my shame
Oh my shame, you know I believe it.

But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for.
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for.

But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for.
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for.

"Love Rescue Me" almost has the sound of an old gospel hymn. I don't think that's a mistake. How many allusions to scripture can you find in this song?

Love rescue me
Come forth and speak to me
Raise me up
And don't let me fall.
No man is my enemy
My own hands imprison me.
Love rescue me.

Many strangers have I met
On the road to my regret
Many lost who seek to find themselves in me.
They ask me to reveal
The very thoughts they would conceal.
Love, rescue me.

And the sun in the sky
Makes a shadow of you and I
Stretching out as the sun sinks in the sea.
I'm here without a name
In the palace of my shame
I said, love, rescue me.

In the cold mirror of a glass
I see my reflection pass
I see the dark shades of what I used to be.
I see the purple of her eyes
The scarlet of my lies.
Love, rescue me.

Yeah, though I walk
In the valley of the shadow
Yet, I will fear no evil.
I have cursed thy rod and staff
They no longer comfort me.
Love, rescue me.

Sha la la la etc.
I said love, love, rescue me.

Yeah, I'm here without a name
In the palace of my shame
I said love, rescue me.

I've conquered my past
The future is here at last
I stand at the entrance to a new world I can see.
The ruins to the right of me
Will soon have lost sight of me.
Love, rescue me.

"Peace On Earth" is reminiscent of many of the Psalms that ask "Why are you allowing these things to happen, God?" and "Where are you in this?"

Heaven on Earth We need it now I'm sick of all of this Hanging around Sick of sorrow Sick of pain Sick of hearing again and again That there's gonna be Peace on Earth Where I grew up There weren't many trees Where there was we'd tear them down And use them on our enemies They say that what you mock Will surely overtake you And you become a monster So the monster will not break you It's already gone too far Who said that if you go in hard You won't get hurt Jesus could you take the time To throw a drowning man a line Peace on Earth Tell the ones who hear no sound Whose sons are living in the ground Peace on Earth No whos or whys No-one cries like a mother cries For peace on Earth She never got to say goodbye To see the colour in his eyes Now he's in the dirt Peace on Earth They're reading names out over the radio All the folks the rest of us won't get to know Sean and Julia, Gareth, Ann and Breda Their lives are bigger, than any big idea Jesus can you take the time To throw a drowning man a line Peace on Earth To tell the ones who hear no sound Whose sons are living in the ground Peace on Earth Jesus this song you wrote The words are sticking in my throat Peace on Earth Hear it every Christmas time But hope and history won't rhyme So what's it worth? This peace on Earth Peace on Earth Peace on Earth Peace on Earth

"Pride (In The Name Of Love)." The first line of this song kind of gives away what it is about.

One man come in the name of love
One man come and go.
One man come he to justify
One man to overthrow.

In the name of love
What more in the name of love.
In the name of love
What more in the name of love.

One man caught on a barbed wire fence
One man he resist
One man washed up on an empty beach
One man betrayed with a kiss.

In the name of love
What more in the name of love.
In the name of love
What more in the name of love.

Early morning, April four
Shot rings out in the Memphis sky.
Free at last, they took your life
They could not take your pride.

In the name of love
What more in the name of love.
In the name of love
What more in the name of love.

In the name of love
What more in the name of love.
In the name of love
What more in the name of love.

"Where The Streets Have No Name" Where could that be, I wonder.

I wanna run, I want to hide
I wanna tear down the walls
That hold me inside.
I wanna reach out
And touch the flame
Where the streets have no name.

I wanna feel sunlight on my face.
I see the dust-cloud
Disappear without a trace.
I wanna take shelter
From the poison rain
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name.

We're still building and burning down love
Burning down love.
And when I go there
I go there with you
(It's all I can do).

The city's a flood, and our love turns to rust.
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Trampled in dust.
I'll show you a place
High on a desert plain
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name.

We're still building and burning down love
Burning down love.
And when I go there
I go there with you
(It's all I can do).

U2 Discussion -- Part 3

Today we'll look at some of the more politically themed songs of U2.

"Sunday Bloody Sunday" is a song bemoaning war and violence. Specifically, it was written with the violence in Northern Ireland in view. Just to give you some context, consider the following from Walk On: The Spiritual Journey of U2 by Steve Stockman:

Bloody Sunday was the name give to two of the darkest dates in Ireland's bloody history. One is January 30, 1972 -- the day British troops shot and killed thirteen people during a civil rights march in nationalist Derry in Northern Ireland. The army has said it was a shot at first. The civil rights marchers and the families of the dead have always disputed this, saying the victims were innocent. It fanned the flames of the area's troubles. ...

Bloody Sunday was also the name of another tragic day in Dublin. On November 21, 1921, the British ... entered Croke Park, the headquarters for the Gaelic Athletic Association. The association often was accused of being affiliated with Republicans, and the British shot and killed twelve people.

On November 8, 1987, U2 was on their Rattle and Hum Tour and, before performing in Denver, Colorado that night, received news that another "Bloody Sunday" had occurred in their homeland. The IRA exploded a bomb at the War Memorial in Enniskillen. It killed 13 innocent people. In the middle of performing "Sunday Bloody Sunday," Bono let his emotions be seen and heard. He had a monologue midway through the song about how brave it was to kill children and old men who had just cleaned up their medals for the day. His feelings were summarized in that monologue when he proclaimed "F*** the revolution." That would be the last time they performed the song for almost ten years. The following video is that performance in Denver. (WARNING: Bono doesn't censor himself in the monologue like I did above.)


"Bullet The Blue Sky" is a song rebuking America's support for some military dictatorships in Central America. It has been reworked more recently to rebuke the international arms trade and the abuse of prisoners at Abu Ghraib. (WARNING: the video opens with another choice word.)

In the howlin' wind Comes a stingin' rain See it drivin' nails Into the souls on the tree of pain. From the firefly A red orange glow See the face of fear Runnin' scared in the valley below. Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue Bullet the blue. In the locust wind Comes a rattle and hum. Jacob wrestled the angel And the angel was overcome. You plant a demon seed You raise a flower of fire. We see them burnin' crosses See the flames, higher and higher. Woh, woh, bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue Bullet the blue. Suit and tie comes up to me His face red like a rose on a thorn bush Like all the colours of a royal flush And he's peelin' off those dollar bills (Slappin' 'em down) One hundred, two hundred. And I can see those fighter planes And I can see those fighter planes Across the tin huts as children sleep Through the alleys of a quiet city street. Up the staircase to the first floor We turn the key and slowly unlock the door As a man breathes into his saxophone And through the walls you hear the city groan. Outside, is America Outside, is America America. See across the field See the sky ripped open See the rain comin' through the gapin' wound Howlin' the women and children Who run into the arms Of America.

"Crumbs From Your Table" is about Bono's passion: Africa and their need for debt relief, medical intervention, and trade reform.

Crumbs From Your Table From the brightest star Comes the blackest hole You had so much to offer Why did you offer your soul? I was there for you baby When you needed my help Would you deny for others What you demand for yourself? Cool down mama, cool off Cool down mama, cool off You speak of signs and wonders I need something other I would believe if I was able But I’m waiting on the crumbs from your table You were pretty as a picture It was all there to see Then your face caught up with your psychology With a mouth full of teeth You ate all your friends And you broke every heart thinking every heart mends You speak of signs and wonders But I need something other I would believe if I was able But I’m waiting on the crumbs from your table Where you live should not decide Whether you live or whether you die Three to a bed Sister Ann, she said Dignity passes by And you speak of signs and wonders But I need something other I would believe if I was able I’m waiting on the crumbs from your table

"In God's Country" is about the tension between wonderful promise of the American Dream and the poisonous materialism and vanity that it often creates.

Desert sky, dream beneath the desert sky.
The rivers run but soon run dry.
We need new dreams tonight.
Desert rose, dreamed I saw a desert rose
Dress torn in ribbons and bows
Like a siren she calls (to me).

Sleep comes like a drug in God's country
Sad eyes, crooked crosses, in God's country

Set me alight, we'll punch a hole right through the night.
Every day the dreamers die to see what's on the other side.
She is liberty, and she comes to rescue me.
Hope, faith, her vanity
The greatest gift is gold.

Sleep comes like a drug in God's country
Sad eyes, crooked crosses, in God's country

Naked flame, she stands with a naked flame
I stand with the sons of Cain
Burned by the fire of love
Burned by the fire of love.

U2 Discussion -- Part 2

Have you ever wondered what Judas would say to Jesus if he had another chance and the benefit of hindsight? Well, "Until the End of the World" envisions Judas, having realized the error of his ways, greeting Jesus as Jesus descends to Hell during the time between the crucifixion and the resurrection. The lyrics are supposed to be the words of Judas in this situation.

Haven't seen you in quite a while
I was down the hold, just passing time.
Last time we met it was a low-lit room
We were as close together as a bride and groom.
We ate the food, we drank the wine
Everybody having a good time except you.
You were talking about the end of the world.

I took the money, I spiked your drink
You miss too much these days if you stop to think.
You led me on with those innocent eyes
And you know I love the element of surprise.
In the garden I was playing the tart
I kissed your lips and broke your heart.
You, you were acting like it was the end of the world.

In my dream, I was drowning my sorrows
But my sorrows they'd learned to swim
Surrounding me, going down on me
Spilling over the brim
Waves of regret and waves of joy.
I reached out for the one I tried to destroy.
You, you said you'd wait till the end of the world.

Have you ever wondered what Jesus' disciples may have been thinking and praying on that day between His death and resurrection. "Wake Up, Dead Man" imagines one of those prayers. Do you think there are any other intended meanings? (WARNING: this song has a word in it that some may find objectionable. Don't say I didn't warn you.)

Jesus, Jesus help me
I'm alone in this world
And a fucked-up world it is too.

Tell me, tell me the story
The one about eternity
And the way it's all gonna be.

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man.

Jesus, I'm waiting here, boss
I know you're looking out for us
But maybe your hands aren't free.

Your Father, He made the world in seven
He's in charge of heaven.
Will you put a word in for me?

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man.

Listen to the words they'll tell you what to do
Listen over the rhythm that's confusing you
Listen to the reed in the saxophone
Listen over the hum of the radio
Listen over the sound of blades in rotation
Listen through the traffic and circulation
Listen as hope and peace try to rhyme
Listen over marching bands playing out their time.

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man.

Jesus, were you just around the corner?
Did you think to try and warn her?
Were you working on something new?
If there's an order in all of this disorder
Is it like a tape recorder?
Can we rewind it just once more?

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man.
Wake up, wake up dead man.

"All Because of You" is a pretty self-explanatory song of praise.

I was born a child of grace
Nothing else about the place
Everything was ugly but your beautiful face
And it left me no illusion

I saw you in the curve of the moon
In the shadow cast across my room
You heard me in my tune
When I just heard confusion

All because of you
All because of you
All because of you
I am… I am

I like the sound of my own voice
I didn’t give anyone else a choice
An intellectual tortoise
Racing with your bullet train

Some people get squashed crossing the tracks
Some people got high rises on their backs
I’m not broke but you can see the cracks
You can make me perfect again

All because of you
All because of you
All because of you
I am… I am

I’m alive
I’m being born
I just arrived, I’m at the door
Of the place I started out from
And I want back inside

All because of you
All because of you
All because of you
I am

"Grace" is a song about ... well ... grace. Notice how he even distinguishes the idea of grace from that of karma.

Grace, she takes the blame
She covers the shame
Removes the stain
It could be her name

Grace, it's the name for a girl
It's also a thought that changed the world
And when she walks on the street
You can hear the strings
Grace finds goodness in everything

Grace, she's got the walk
Not on a ramp or on chalk
She's got the time to talk
She travels outside of karma
She travels outside of karma
When she goes to work
You can hear her strings
Grace finds beauty in everything

Grace, she carries a world on her hips
No champagne flute for her lips
No twirls or skips between her fingertips
She carries a pearl in perfect condition

What once was hurt
What once was friction
What left a mark
No longer stings
Because Grace makes beauty
Out of ugly things

Grace makes beauty out of ugly things

See if you can find the Trinitarian message in "The First Time."

I have a lover, a lover like no other
She got soul, soul, soul, sweet soul
And she teach me how to sing.

Shows me colours when there's none to see
Gives me hope when I can't believe
That for the first time I feel love.

I have a brother, when I'm a brother in need
I spend my whole time running
He spends his running after me.

I feel myself goin' down
I just call and he comes around.
But for the first time I feel love.

My father is a rich man, he wears a rich man's cloak.
He gave me the keys to his kingdom (coming)
Gave me a cup of gold.

He said "I have many mansions
And there are many rooms to see."
But I left by the back door
And I threw away the key
And I threw away the key.

For the first time, for the first time
For the first time, I feel love.

U2 Discussion -- Part 1

The next few posts are for the Pond Springs young adults class. As we continue to look at pop culture and think about our interaction with it, we will consider the music of u2 this week. Please check back here every day and watch the selected videos and think about the U2 clips.

The first one is a combination of two songs, a partial version of "40" and "Where the Streets Have No Name" from their Elevation tour, followed by some clips of Bono speaking at the National Prayer Breakfast


Now, listen to the full version of "40." It is a restatement of Psalm 40, with a refrain taken from Psalm 6:3.

I waited patiently for the Lord.
He inclined and heard my cry.
He brought me up out of the pit
Out of the miry clay.

I will sing, sing a new song.
I will sing, sing a new song.
How long to sing this song?
How long to sing this song?
How long, how long, how long
How long to sing this song?

You set my feet upon a rock
And made my footsteps firm.
Many will see, many will see and hear.

I will sing, sing a new song.
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song.
I will sing, sing a new song
How long to sing this song?
How long to sing this song?
How long to sing this song?
How long to sing this song? .

"Gloria" borrows the first words from Psalms 30, 31, and 51 as Bono asks for God's help in being honest in his songwriting.

I try to sing this song
I, I try to stand up
But I can't find my feet.
I, I try to speak up
But only in you I'm complete.

Gloria
In te domine
Gloria
Exultate
Gloria
Gloria
Oh, Lord, loosen my lips.

I try to sing this song
I, I try to get in
But I can't find the door
The door is open
You're standing there, you let me in.

Gloria
In te domine
Gloria
Exultate
Oh, Lord, if I had anything, anything at all
I'd give it to you.

Gloria
In te domine
Gloria
Gloria

"Yahweh" is a prayer for God to change us and reshape us. Notice the theme of rebirth in the refrain.

Take these shoes
Click clacking down some dead end street
Take these shoes
And make them fit
Take this shirt
Polyester white trash made in nowhere
Take this shirt
And make it clean, clean
Take this soul
Stranded in some skin and bones
Take this soul
And make it sing

Yahweh, Yahweh
Always pain before a child is born
Yahweh, Yahweh
Still I’m waiting for the dawn

Take these hands
Teach them what to carry
Take these hands
Don’t make a fist
Take this mouth
So quick to criticise
Take this mouth
Give it a kiss

Yahweh, Yahweh
Always pain before a child is born
Yahewh, Yahweh
Still I’m waiting for the dawn

Still waiting for the dawn, the sun is coming up
The sun is coming up on the ocean
This love is like a drop in the ocean
This love is like a drop in the ocean

Yahweh, Yahweh
Always pain before a child is born
Yahweh, tell me now
Why the dark before the dawn?

Take this city
A city should be shining on a hill
Take this city
If it be your will
What no man can own, no man can take
Take this heart
Take this heart
Take this heart
And make it break