Why it Matters

Posted by on Aug 22, 2012 in Uncategorized | No Comments

Isn’t it strange to think that the things we create aren’t truly “original”? Nothing that we, as humans, create is unique to us. No idea is exclusively one that I thought up on my own. Whenever I write a song, I can’t help but think that the finished product is not mine. I wasn’t the one who invented notes and music. I didn’t dream up the idea to put different pitches into a sequence to ideally make something beautiful; something that is beyond human ability to describe with words. The truth is, none of anything that we create is exclusively ours. If I think about it for too long, I get a little freaked out! When I spend long, hard hours crafting a song that is SO personal and precious to me, I can easily become protective and selfish about my work. I find myself thinking, “Wow! That was such a great concept… I can’t believe I thought of that!! That is such a ‘Natalie’ chord!!” As soon as those thoughts pop into my head, I am frequently inundated with guilt and a little bit of shame for thinking that I, the “great and mighty song-writer” sitting at my Roland keyboard in my one-bedroom apartment with an obnoxious AC unit buzzing in the background, had the very original idea to write a flat 7 chord in the middle of my “not-so-original” chord progression. (For all of you non-music theory nerds out there… which is probably everyone reading this, a flat 7 chord is not common in standard pop/christian music! Ok, I’m freakishly passionate and just… REALLY nerdy about music theory. So what?!)

My point is this: our GREAT and MIGHTY Father is the Master of creativity!! HE is the original Artist. The Pioneer of song-writing. The One and Only true Creator. Anything that I “create” was inspired using the gifts, concepts, and tools that He already created, long before anyone knew what a song was! I’m only the interpreter of His art. I’m able to translate God’s glorious gifts of music, art, and poetry into something meaningful and relevant to my life at any given time. What an incredible and fascinating gift we’ve been given! There is an infinite combination of notes, but God already knows each combination before I write it on paper!

All of this brings me to my MAIN topic: Beauty. Because the Almighty, Sovereign God created the potential for such immense beauty, why would we (as the stewards of this tremendous gift) create art that is anything less than our best? God so graciously gave us a form of expression with which we can communicate emotions and ideas that are unable to be expressed in any other way. Ephesians 2:10 says “For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them.”  In chapter 2, the Apostle Paul is very concerned that we understand that as Christians we are possessors of the power of God. It isn’t just that when you’re saved you get your sins forgiven plus nothing. No, no, you receive all the power of God. It’s all there at the moment of salvation. And that’s the message of verse 19 of chapter 1 where Paul is praying that we would understand the exceeding greatness of God’s power toward us who believe according to the already-present working of His mighty power.

How does this relate to beauty and songwriting, you might ask? We are called… even obligated to create things in beauty. God has entrusted His children with such a remarkable gift with which we can reach the ends of the world. Beauty is undeniably recognized in its truest form, but is not always easily accomplished. Why settle for something average and easily finished when we have been given the power and capability to reach far greater standards? God’s attributes should shine through the music we write, the art we create, and the words we dictate. After all, they are all His, right?

Why It Matters — Sara Groves

Sit with me and tell me once again
Of the story that’s been told us
Of the power that will hold us
Of the beauty, of the beauty
Why it matters

Speak to me until I understand
Why our thinking and creating
Why our efforts of narrating
About the beauty, of the beauty
And why it matters

Like the statue in the park
Of this war torn town
And it’s protest of the darkness
And the chaos all around
With its beauty, how it matters
How it matters

Show me the love that never fails
The compassion and attention
Midst confusion and dissention
Like small ramparts for the soul
How it matters

Like a single cup of water
How it matters

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