I've never been a big fan of praise bands, in part, I suppose, because some newly energized folks who love them have assumed them to be, in a way, the real contemporary saviors of the church, rescuing all of us from enslavement to tradition, Fanny Brice, and a cold, stone face. Salvation comes from Robert Schuller in raggae. When done well, praise bands rock--no question. When done well, they inspire some or many. But even when done well they only deliver the goods in a different way, a medium and fashion that tends, frequently, to glorify the singer as fully as the source of the song.
Call me an old fart.
But there's no accounting for taste, and I've lived with praise teams for years, confident that others--good believers--love them dearly. Many of the folks I live with would call me, theologically, a liberal, I'm sure; but when it comes to what goes on in worship, I'm an arch-conservative, even though (other than this morning) I maintain silence.
I guess I shouldn't be surprised to be the arch-villian in the latest evangelical film. I voted for Obama, who, according to Fox News this morning, hasn't gone to church in 11 weeks and has now pronounced that our country is no longer a Christian nation. "Is there a connection?" asked this morning's Foxy flavor of eye candy. Those who watched it all with me in the gym this morning know full well that in early ovember, I caved, big-time, to Satan. And, once again, this morning, they told me so--forgetting, I guess, that Reagan never went to church at all.
Anyway, the latest evangelical film is called, simply, Praise Band. It follows the heroic battle of a long-haired St. John of the Cross, a kid with a guitar who, after all, just wants to praise the Lord but who finds himself confronting the monsters of tradition, who, empowered by Satan, keep him off the stage. Their resolute idolatry to "the way it's always been done"--and to flat out stupidity--is the sin the praise band confronts. They want an end to "Just As I Am," I guess, and a progressive turn to any melody in a hard beat whose first line includes the "awesome."
It's no darn wonder that more and more evangelicals are lost these days, no idea what on earth and in heaven is up anymore. For the time being at least, I guess the enemy is those fat old farts in the pews who don't like praise teams--like me, I guess, even though I never really fought 'em all that defiantly. Here's high moral truth: a rockin' praise band is the key to making America a Christian nation again.
May a thousand flowers bloom.
Here's the trailor:http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=8527724014623501636&ei=4KXcSY_nJ4zUqAL8stSZCg&q=Praise+Band&hl=en