Seven Devil Fix

I’ve decided–getting a little help from my friends–that it’s good to continue to expose this old Folkie to some alternative music. So last night I went to see a band called Seven Devil Fix at Edmonton’s Sidetrack.

They’re loud, energetic–particularly the frontman–all talented, with an outstanding young guitar player. While they’re not message oriented, they do have a message. It’s understated and as a result, received.

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I hear some of you say, how could it not be understated when you can’t always understand it? Well, if you get a chance, see them live, the message, in songs like "The Seed" comes through nuanced and textured. Even while the energy is in your face. You can check them out here.

But what of the name Seven Devil Fix? It strikes me that it’s on a continuum from subtle to out-in-front, allusion to proclamation, depending on your history.

I like it. Here’s a personal take:

Now after he rose early on the first day of the week, he appeared first to Mary Magdalene, from whom he had cast out seven demons.

Mary Magdelene, the wild woman of the gospels, shows up all around the death and resurrection of Jesus. Yes I know it’s Christmas. But the Christmas birth–if it holds anything at all–already has within it the seed of resurrection, that is, the reversible garment of death; the gospel.

And Mary M. is what the gospels are about. She’s homeless, has a rap sheet, and she’s a woman. Three annihilating strikes.

She’s been used and thrown out of all the respectable and semi-respectable places. But then she meets someone who treats her as an equal. (How socially bizarre.) And loves her into being. He loves her into completeness or, in new testament language–recalling for a moment the biblical understanding that the number seven connotes something complete–from her he "casts out seven devils."

Mary M’s story is both a restoration and a resurrection story. Undergoing this courtship-relationship she’s loved completely into complete beauty and released into an understanding that death-is-not.

The rumours she sensed were true all come clear to her in a flood-tide when after turning death on its head, she is the first one Jesus comes to upon returning from the tomb.

It’s an emancipation story for all of us occasionally haunted ones. It’s a dawn-story for all us night-sitters. And so it’s a Christmas story.

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Identifying Beauty

"We take beautiful walks together. it is very beautiful here, if one only has an open and simple eye without any beams in it. But if one has that it is beautiful everywhere." Van Gogh

But Jesus said to them, "Why do you trouble the woman? For she has done a beautiful thing to me."

Here is my task as I run out these few days to Christmas. I will intentionally try to keep my eyes peeled for things of beauty.

I’ve tried this before. On the surface it seems a simple enough task. But keeping a look out for beauty is like craning your neck to peer around a tall person for an entire theatrical production. And even though you want to see the play, your muscles give out and for much of the time, you simply resign yourself to shadows and half silhouettes.

But the longing remains. The simple impulse toward beauty is in all of us. We sense that we have been created for beauty and we are haunted by a hazy memory that we too, are beautiful. And we also sense that beauty has to do with truth, that it will not lie. We see that this is why beauty is not about pretty things, and has nothing to do with glamour.

I try to follow this sense, this memory, this impulse, deeper, beyond mere appreciation. But I find beams in my eyes.

I recall a few years ago during one of my "intentional weeks" a simple thing finally helped me, a grace really. It was a phone message from a lady who introduced herself as Jean McKenzie, 73 years old, and "a bit handicapped."

She said she couldn’t do much for Hope Mission (where I work), but said a poem had come to her, as she put it, "from scraps of paper lying around". She hoped it might encourage people at the Mission. She read her poem into my voice mail. It spoke about how some days are so empty but how in those times we need to "let brightness and colour into our lives". She read how, God herself gives birth to each day and in the beauty of these autumn days, she reaches out and touches us. Jean spoke about God’s painters making us pictures. Her poem ended with an exhortation to "inch our way forward," feeling God’s love as we approached her, and that as we did this, the world would be filled with warmth.

I saved the message and put the receiver down. Later, when I played the message for a couple other people, what came up was the fact that Jean had referred to God as a she.

Beauty is found in a moment or just as easily lost in a moment. I wondered at how much beauty I have missed through my own inattentiveness.

img_0978When I was in my high school years, living on the farm, I recall on more than one occasion, as I stepped out of the house into the still air of an early evening, hearing the tractor pulling the cultivator a half mile or more away, and then I hearing my father’s voice riding higher waves, singing clear above the roar of the Cockshutt tractor. He sang what he always sang in the middle of a field… this old hymn, How Great Thou Art.

In the self preoccupation of my youth I was deaf to the beauty of this worship that brought together soil and spirit, diesel and the divine.

I was as blind as the disciples who were troubling the woman for pouring precious ointment on the head of Christ. My dad, was doing a beautiful thing to Christ.

Beauty calls to us but never asserts itself. Because of this, deeper beauty is found only as we move imaginatively and mindfully, and as we walk in humility. Beauty of lasting value must be unearthed, mined through the divining rod of attentiveness, humility and a transfigured imagination.

And if, at times, our eyes are clear enough so that we can move and walk in this way, if, at times, our eyes grow accustomed to the light of a different world, we not only heighten the beauty of God’s creation, we point beyond ourselves becoming conduits of beauty for God. And we touch a world where everything is beautiful. A world where beauty comes from "scraps of paper lying around".

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Prayer for Paul Barnes

"I have struggled with homosexuality since I was a 5-year-old boy, I can’t tell you the number of nights I have cried myself to sleep, begging God to take this away."

This could have been a quote lifted from Michael White’s book "Stranger at the Gate" but it’s Paul Barnes, the latest evangelical pastor to be called out of ministry…into possibility.

But not if the church has it’s way. They hope to "restore" Barnes as a victorious and proper heterosexual.

"Men of Grace" (taken from GC’s website)
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Paul and Char Barnes will get counseling, but unlike Haggard, they will not go into seclusion or report to a board of reconcilers, (associate pastor) Palmer said. He said it will be more personal and that church members will play a role.

However, reading between the lines of the Denver Post article Pastor Barnes seems to be opening himself up to self-integration. Even though Palmer, the associate pastor, said he wasn’t sure what Barnes had meant, and that Barnes told him that he believes God views homosexuality as a sin:

Barnes expressed hope for a future where one can "be who you are" and be accepted and loved in the Christian community and also spoke about "separating some of the teachings from Scripture" from Jesus Christ.

My heart goes out to Paul Barnes. You don’t say something like this without believing somewhere deep inside that you just may be "created" homosexual. But what an amazingly difficult journey this must be. And gravely trying for his family. The question is whether it will be more trying in the long run to be "restored" and attempt to live out a sadly divided life.

When Barnes experienced a Christian conversion at 17, it gave him a glimmer of hope. But his homosexual feelings never went away, he said.

Barnes said he asked God many times why he was called to ministry, to start Grace Chapel, carrying a "horrible burden."

Barnes described struggling with what he believes is the biblical teaching that homosexuality is an abomination. Over the years, he grew to accept that "this is my thorn in the flesh."

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My prayer is for the well being of Pastor Barnes and his family. I do not pray that his homosexuality be taken away. I pray for his own prayer to be answered…that in the future a Pastor Barnes may be accepted and loved in the Christian community. That his being gay be as much an issue as the heterosexuality of his would be counselors.

In their only talk about sex, Barnes said his father took him on a drive and talked about what he would do if a "fag" approached him. Barnes thought, "’Is that how you’d feel about me?’ It was like a knife in my heart, and it made me feel even more closed."

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Face

The accumulation of our joys and sorrows are soft-sculpted into our faces. The nuances of every experience are etched in. Our face is an unfinished painting.

Our face is naked. We meet the world with it. It is what is most vulnerable about us. Often we mask it, hide it, make it up.

But in an instant these things can fall away. In a small awkwardness, in the presence of a child, through a note from a friend, through the kindness of stranger, or the moment the sky turns vermilion, our face will give us away.

A face I love from Edmonton’s inner-city
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I wonder…and think…

…perhaps the face has something to do with the popularity of poker. We humans have a great interest in face reading. More than an interest really, maybe an instinct for it.


…about the woman in France that recently received the world’s first face transplant. How will this woman’s identity be altered?


…about Jacob saying to the forgiving Esau, "…truly, to see your face is like seeing the face of God."


…about David’s prayer: Restore us, O God of hosts; let your face shine, that we may be saved.


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