There’s just something about it, right?

The Lone Bellow was in Dallas last week and I luckily convinced two friends who didn’t know them that we should go…

they were both fans by the end of the night.

I stood in the middle of that concert, not wanting to miss a note, a second, a breath of what was happening. The Brooklyn trio were locked into their performance – nothing could sway them out of it – and they made some of the silliest, most unattractive faces while singing. They were totally unconcerned with how they looked, I think, because they knew something far greater was at stake: what they were creating and sharing with us in that very moment. I stood there, in the middle of a transfixed crowd, trying to put my finger on what this deep connection was about. Where was it coming from and how?

There’s something deeply moving about good music. Done in truth – those tones, those melodies, those sounds – they come from somewhere way down and deep inside of performers. Done in excellence, like a well producing cool, fresh water, really great music splashes listeners with life. It strikes us, awakens us. Those notes – the way some people can choreograph them into a dance of a song that mesmerizes audiences and hushes them into awe – that comes from our Creator. Reflecting his passion, his intensity, his creativity, his brashness, his straightforwardness, his bravery, his color, his delight: music, really, really good music, is a picture of Him whether the lyrics mention Him or not.

Deep calls to deep. Out of Him, the music rolls into the heads, the hearts and the hands of those He has gifted. And out of their playing, He calls to all of us.

We were created for passion, for intensity, for creativity, for brashness, for straightforwardness, for bravery, color, and delight.

That’s what called out to me last week in a dark bar with a lit stage. His deepness called out to me.

 

 

Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me. Psalm 42:7

 

How has He called out to you recently?

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P.S. If you don’t know Lone Bellow, I suggest you start here. Or here. Or here…okay, or here or here.