Sit Down

I switched on the TV earlier tonight, and there was some proggie on supposedly celebrating the "meaning of easter". Even leaving my personal convictions about man made Holy days out of it, and they can read here, for anyone who wishes, but it was really the worst of Christian programming and all the things I hate about TV Christianity. (I use that term loosely) A feel good, visible by wearing crucifix kind of faith, and if you don't feel good by it, then something is wrong. Anyone knows that true Christian faith does not mean feeling good, all of the time, for some folks it will mean feeling good very little of the time. By that I don't mean one doesn't have the comfort of the cross, just that true faith often brings up internal conflicts and struggles, that a feel good kind of faith would never recognize. The evangelical sector of the visible church though, would likely approve of the above type of programme. Anyone who thinks Rick warren has all his theological ducks in a row, look closer, as I rather ignorantly a year or so ago, thought about reading one of his books, one of my regular readers actually enlightened me by providing links to Mr warrens thoughts, and since then I have heard more that makes me shy away from that type of so called Biblical Christianity. the last gaff I heard of him making was he expounding himself as a reformed believer while subtely exhorting different aspects of Arminiansm!

However, I digress, this song from the TV programme I had on however, somehow captured my mood, perhaps my all too frequent mood. and I don't ponderize or wonder if God exists, I KNOW He does, but the angst of this song spoke pretty much to the life I find myself all too often succumbing too emotionally, when trying to make sense of things I never can and the internal conflicts we all come up against at times. Alot of it is likely rooted in unbelief, and I think much of my unbelief stems from ignorance more than anything, in some ways, but we all have unbelief in us even so. And this song for me captured my all too often doldrums pretty well.

I'll sing myself to sleep
A song from the darkest hour
Secrets I can't keep
Inside of the day
Swing from high to deep
Extremes of sweet and sour
Hope that God exists
I hope I pray

Drawn by the undertow
My life is out of control
I believe this wave will bear my weight
So let it flow

Oh sit down
Sit down next to me
Sit down, down, down, down, down
In sympathy

Now I'm relieved to hear
That you've been to some far out places
It's hard to carry on
When you feel all alone
Now I've swung back down again
It's worse than it was before
If I hadn't seen such riches
I could live with being poor
Oh sit down
Sit down next to me
Sit down, down, down, down, down
In sympathy

Those who feel the breath of sadness
Sit down next to me
Those who find they're touched by madness
Sit down next to me
Those who find themselves ridiculous
Sit down next to me
Love, in fear, in hate, in tears

Down
Down

Oh sit down
Sit down next to me
Sit down, down, down, down, down
In sympathy

Oh sit down
Sit down next to me
Sit down, down, down, down, down
In sympathy

Down

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