There is a young lady at our church, a poet. In fact, she is such a good poet, she can actually call herself a poet and nobody seems to think that is odd in any way. I asked her to explain poetry to me once, and her response was a little mind blowing. She patiently explained that the intent of the arts is to express ideas and emotions that cannot be expressed using words. The thing about poetry is that you have to use words to express that which cannot be expressed using words. So the poet employs forms and devices like rhythm, alliteration, metaphor, simile, and other stylistic elements to achieve their art. In our discussion, our senior pastor, who is a fan of poetry (can you call people who enjoy poetry "fans"?), introduced me to Billy Collins, former Poet Laureate and one of the more accessible poets today. In fact, I encourage you to hit the link here to some fascinating videos of Billy Collins reading his poetry. I share this because I was at another worship conference recently, teaching a workshop on faith and the arts. In my introductory remarks, I asked a question, "Are the arts an important value in your churches?" Sadly, there were just a handful of people who raised their hands. During the workshop, I was trying to find an analogy for the church without the arts—and without the artist—and I came up with this one. Imagine the Bible without the book of Psalms, the Song of Solomon, most of the book of Isaiah, Revelation, all of Jesus' parables, and a bunch of other stuff. The stuff that is poetic and picturesque and metaphorical and beautiful. The stuff that is...art. The remaining Bible would be informative and factual. But it would lack soul. And much more, I think. Here is the thing. The protestant church is still suffering from an arts hangover that can be traced all the way back to the Reformation. Even in this age of drums, drama, and digital video, Sunday morning still centers around the idea that God primarily speaks to us through a person standing behind a pulpit, meticulously dissecting the Bible, like a surgeon looking for a tumor. In one of his poems, "Introduction to Poetry," Billy Collins explains his motive: he wants the readers of his poetry to "waterski across the surface of a poem waving at the author's name on the shore." But he laments that people only want to deconstruct his poetry, analyze it, and pull the soul out of it. "But all they want to do is tie the poem to a chair with a rope and torture a confession out of it." Why are poetry and other artistic literary elements such a part of the Bible? Maybe because the message of the Bible is a mystery, something larger than mere words can explain. Maybe it is through our artistic expressions that the fullness of the Gospel can be more fully expressed. And maybe because, I am led to believe, God is a big fan of poetry. Of course, I'm still thinking this one through. Your dialogue is appreciated. |

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Amen. You speak the truth.
We have no idea just how blunt and sterile the church would be without the arts. Those who place it far down on the list of priorities aren't being mean-spirited or cold; I just think they don't see how intricately art is connected to the human condition and our capacity for understanding God. As for poetry, I've always loved how it takes big, mind blowing ideas and distills them down into spare, small spaces. It's a little like what happens when we tilt a magnifying glass just the right way in the sun. All that light gets funneled into a powerful pin prick. When that happens, something's gonna burn. Cool.
The piece I wrote about Christianity and fiction falls in this same category. Our connection to Jesus Christ makes us more creative, not less, and we cannot apologize for the impulse. Thanks, Manuel.
There is beauty and life
in poetry.
With few words,
with laser focus,
our soul,
our emotions,
and truth
are revealed.
Whose truth?
We read holding our breath,
and when the end comes,
it comes,
we stare
at the last
black mark.
We stare into the light.
The Creator's unseen hand
resting upon us,
our heads are lifted,
we raise our eyes
and start again,
and again,
and, perhaps, again.