Out With The Trash

Yes sir, it is done.

I went and researched the origins of that song and found what I suspected. It is not a good song. It may be art, but art does not achieve the Glory of God. (in this sense) Art is beauty broken. It still has some beauty, as a carry-over from its original state, but it falls short because perfection is the requirement, nothing less. You cannot paint a picture of a tree more beautiful than the tree itself. To try is like taking pictures of a war torn, ruined city scene. You may find shapes and images that make your jaw sag, but they are still pictures of distruction, not life.

By the new title, I'm not trying to be prideful, but submissive to the prompting in me. The wonderful hidden mysteries are open to anyone who walks the path of our Christ. Glorify the Lamb today, and definitely sing Hallelujahs!

Redeemed Hallelujahs

I was blown away yesterday; after having written the prevous post, I was walking and listening to the radio when God sent me this song. Except, it wasn't the same: someone had taken the lyrics and redeemed them. It was just what I had been talking about, and God mercifully sent it to me on that same day. Praise the Lord! Hallelujah

Title Change?

On a lighter side, this blog title "Broken Hallelujahs" is starting to bug me a little. I chose it because I thought it sounded cool, and because that song it comes from was such a mystery to me. I thought the blog should be kind of a symbolic exploration of that mystery.

I don't really know what the writer of the song was going for, but I take an existentialist approach to songs anyway. That mean that regardless of what the song's intention is, I take the sound of it and the lyrics, if I know them, and try to think of it in a sense that I understand. Why should a person sing someone else's song? They shouldn't. They should either make their own songs to sing, or warp other songs into their own. Of course, some songs are so wrong that they cannot be used at all, but some can be made useful if I just swap out a few words here and there. Many country songs can be turned into great worship songs just by changing a few silly words out for better ones. I could never sing in the choir because I would be changing the words all the time (and the tune, for that matter). That would be funny.

They way I generally view the position of the singer of "Broken Hallelujahs" is one of an enemy of God's eventual bowing to the truth of His Lordship. Or maybe it's that there can't truthfully be exultantly sung Hallelujahs, because Hallelujah means "You are exalted, and I am not." I don't know if the previous statement is entirely true. Maybe it's a piece of false humility to believe that we can't be exultant in the Lord.

In any case, the song is not complete. There is a time for the enemies of God to be humbled, and there may be legitimate place for them to then sing broken hallelujahs, but the next right(eous) step is to repent and believe. You don't stay in the broken hallelujahs stage forever, but must move on.

Jobs Available

What if every human life is a Job story?


This is an idea that has bounced around in my head for a while, sometimes the only thing that keeps me from giving up in some way. It’s the idea that in some completely unique way, unrepeated by previous lives, or ones that come afterward, we each by our behavior prove something to the heavenly realms about God.


If this is the case, then it would make sense that during the data gathering phases of this divine experiment, we, the guinea pigs, would be kept unawares. It wouldn’t be good science if we were allowed to corrupt the findings by knowing about the particulars of the experiment. Of course, there may be some who are allowed in on it to varying degrees, like the well-known prophets and men of God of the Bible and church history. The parameters of each experiment would naturally depend on the specific nature of the question it seeks to answer.


I would love to experience many of the fancy things of the Spirit like dramatic healings, words of knowledge, pinpoint accurate prophecies, and room silencing wise teachings. I would like to hear audible voices from God to make my life decisions easy, or at least undeniable circumstantial confirmations, but alas these sweet touches have been dishearteningly few and far between. I’m sure I can find a way to blame myself, but I’ve also heard of others who despite their errors, still had the privilege of hearing from God in powerful ways. But then I think, “Well, maybe Father is seeing what one of His will do if he has only the testimony of scripture, and life experiences to go by.” If an evil and perverse generation seeks after a sign, does that mean I should be ashamed of hoping for miracles and demonstrations of His power?


I am feeling a little bit frustrated and hurt from seemingly missing out on a lot of the good stuff, but I can still take my cues from Job and acknowledge that He is God and I am not. I am for Him, in Christ, and not the other way around.

Lord, I am available for You and as ready as I know how to be.