Here. Have some Ponychase on me!

I have a weakness for synth-pop. Also a cool roller coaster video, but don’t watch if you get nauseous at simulations.
The lyrics speak of a desire to be a part of something great.
But to do so, it requires leaving everything else behind.

(Cue infamous, relevant spiritual connection… I’ll try to keep it a little shorter this time, haha.)

This Easter weekend, I’ve been asking people what the cross means for their lives.
And by that, I mean,
What does American organized religion
have to do with
an obscure, politically rebellious Middle-Eastern man from 101-score years ago?

Whatever it means, I’ll tell you what I do know:
Either his death means absolutely nothing to us,
is no more than a historical fact,
affecting our lives no more than George Washington or Atilla the Hun do…
or it is the entire crux of all humanity,
history and pre-history,
ecological order,
human longing and emotion,
the universe,
and everything.

There is no middle ground.

It’s why it boggles my mind how many people go to church only on Easter and Christmas. I would understand if you totally rejected the cross as a fraud and never came. Or if you accepted it as life-changing truth. At least either one of these ways would be consistent. But to be in the middle makes no logical sense at all.

An ordinary man’s death
usually means the end of one life,
not the sudden eternalization of all of them.

An ordinary man’s death
usually means the end of one life,
not the sudden “It’s okay,
I’ll sweep all your sins under the rug”
of a God
who apparently invented
and thus perfected
the concept of justice.

And yet, most of us go to church on this random Sunday in April like it’s nothing.

If you don’t claim to follow Jesus, or especially if you do, I invite you to investigate something:
How the heck is this Middle-Eastern person dying on a cross supposed to affect your life?
As in, according to the Christian worldview,
how are these two things even logically connected?
Why am I making such a bold, universal claim about Jesus?

If you already know, or even if you don’t, I dare you to pose this question to a friend tomorrow if and when you go to a church.
As I said, tomorrow you observe either the most crucial event in all time-space, or just another meaningless cultural tradition.
May the truth be revealed — you just might stumble upon greatness.

But in order to move onto something great,
one must leave mediocrity behind…

 

“Parade of Youth” by Ponychase

All alone we sit in our homes
Writing music and books while thousands are working
tirelessly so the weak can be free
Oh, to have some real use
Oh, to be, oh, to be something!

Don’t want to give it up now
Don’t want to give it up
No, I won’t
I can’t stop

The muse can bring every word that you write
or you can act like the kids, setting fire to the night
The parade of youth filing down my street
It is passing me, but I am still singing
Listen

Don’t want to give it up now
Don’t want to give it up
No, I won’t

I can’t stop
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