
Inkwell asked the question long ago now, “How does culture help us overcome our sinful natures?”
I do believe that moderns don’t have a real appreciation for the connection between beauty and goodness or between beauty and truth. In fact, to use those words in that way almost sounds pretentious, like one is trying to orate. “The byooty of haulinesssss.” Sounds quaint.
But that phrase has been used at least four times in the OT and in every instance it has to do with worship; three times it refers to normal worship and once to singers leading an army. I seriously doubt anyone will defend the notion that our worship can itself be beautiful—to anyone—while conducted in the litter and funk of popular amusements, but you don’t have to be able to defend the idea in order to practice it.
Ray MacAfee was A. W. Tozer’s music man. MacAfee, many years later, was a soloist in a performance of the Messiah. I went to the concert with a friend who, as we waited for the lights to go down, spoke a bit about his knowledge of the man, and he was eager to impress on me the fact that (and I am quoting) “The first time I heard him sing, I resolved to be a better man.”
There was a time in my life when I was not the sterling example of humanity poets write sonnets about. And I recall in those days putting a vinyl disk on the spindle, setting the needle and sitting down to listen to some JSB. It was maybe eight bars into the piece and I don’t recall the words that occurred to me, but I do recall the sensation: “You are nothing but a punk and a wretch! What gives you the right?” As I say, it was more visceral than voiced, but it was as real as a toothache.
Philistines know nothing of this. To a philistine beauty is just something brushed or baked on to a utilitarian surface to make it look finished; to think that beauty is somehow essential to what I am is not something you will find them discussing down at the Harley-Davidson showroom or in the basement of the Baptist church.
Whether one has had the sensation or not, there is a real connection between what is beautiful and what is good; there is a real difference between a person who has lived his life contemplating the beautiful and one who has merely amused himself with diverting tunes. One belongs in the courts of God, the other one doesn’t.
Beauty does have the power to expose the corruption in you, believe me. It has the power to make men consider their standing among their fellows. It also has the power to give meaning to our praise.
It’s not just the song, it is what the song has already done to the singer.
"Within this blog's critique of Christian culture, there are insights aplenty from which that culture could indeed benefit, and which in many instances it sorely needs. But these insights are offered not as fraternal correction but as an indictment and judgment. As such, they are uncharitable, unhelpful, unhopeful, and fundamentally incorrect."
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