0033 God FM

Creativity, Music, theology, thoughts

God is like a radio station.

Bear with me, I’ll explain.

You have to tune in to hear a radio station, you have to tune in to hear Him too. And sometimes you might not like what’s playing, but don’t change the station.

I love music, I love the artistry of it, the complexities and nuances of it.
I dislike pop.
I dislike bland.
I dislike dirges.
But sometimes you have to go through a dirge to get to the beauty. Sometimes the bland leads to the brilliant. Sometimes life will throw you a One Direction track when all you want is a bit of rock. Sometimes Ed Sheeran clogs up your ears when all you asked for was a decent riff. Radio can seem that way.

But it’s not.

The DJ hasn’t deliberately played that terrible track to get at you, but He has played it for someone else. It might even be playing for you, but years in advance of when you’ll need to whistle that tune.

God is like a radio station. He broadcasts 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Sometimes your reception might be a bit weak, you might be going through a tunnel, or you might be in the middle of the country in the sunshine. You might not even want to listen to any music and switch the radio off, but that doesn’t stop it playing. Sometimes it might seem that there’s nothing on you want to listen to but there’s always hope of an awesome tune in the next block.

God is always there by the phone, taking your requests. It might not be the next song that He plays, or even the one after that, but it will get played. You have to be patient. Endure that track, your request is coming. God knows the best order to play them in, He knows the flow that sounds best, He knows how to mix the tracks in the best way for you.

My point?
You have to tune in.
You have to persevere through the tracks you don’t enjoy to get to the ones that stir your very soul.

You just have to tune in and listen.

0032 Bushfires…

christianity, faith, theology, thoughts

I’ve read the burning bush story in Exodus approximately 84.3 billion times, but I’ve never seen the symbolism or anything deeper than a cool talking fire.

The bush was burning but it was not consumed. The fire enveloped it, raged through it’s branches, but did not damage it. Gods voice radiated from it.

That’s where it normally stops for me, Moses story goes on from there. It got me thinking, why is that included? Why does God want a story about him chatting to a beardy chap some thousands of years ago through a fire that doesn’t burn up?

Then it hit me. We are the burning bush, on fire and ablaze but not consumed or destroyed by the fire. And God wants to speak through us to the world.

The bush that is aflame but not burning attracted Moses attention so that God could speak directly to him. We should be the same; ablaze in such a way that people stop to look so that God can speak through us to them.

We need to be the burning bush.

0031 The Size of the Problem…

christianity, theology, thoughts

The relevant thing is not the size of the problem nor the size of what you throw at it, but the power behind you when you throw… 

Goliath was huge compared to David, and the pebble was tiny compared to both of them, but the power of God behind David is what made the smallest pebble take down the biggest problem, a problem so big that an army and a king couldn’t solve it. 

Don’t look towards your problem, look behind you and see who’s there with you.

0030 This post contains anti-distr sentiments.

Creativity, thoughts

Distraction.
The shiny of tin foil, the episode of Britains Got Baking Factor on Ice (with Ant and Dec), or the call of a Facebook notification. It’s the enemy of creativity, productivity, and focus.

When God dedicated 6 days to the task, attention unswerved, He created everything. Focus is key to it all.

Remove the distr and run with the action

Unplug.
Disconnect.
Create.

0029 Revelations from Falling Toddlers

christianity, faith, thoughts

Last night my 14 month old son, Samuel, climbed a chair and climbed back down, slightly faster than he planned and slightly more face first than feet first. We ended up in an ambulance. He’s fine, all checked and rechecked, but the first thing he does after all the checks, the ride in an ambulance, hours in A&E, and more checks?

He climbs higher.

There’s something innately profound in that.

He falls.
It hurts.
There’s a period of crying and upset.
Then it’s fine. Normal programming resumes.
Then rather than letting the fall put him off chairs, he uses the thing that hurt him as a step up to something even bigger.

The pain becomes a stepping stone.

When something causes you to fall, don’t avoid it, use it as a step to something bigger.

0028 Art, Creativity, and Theological Arguments in favour of Heavy Metal. Sort of.

christianity, faith, theology, thoughts

Art is subjective.

It’s interpretation and experience relies on the observer or the listener.

I believe God is a creator and as we’re made in His image, that creative spark rests in all of us, and all art is born of that spark.

So, logically, two listeners of a song can have very different experiences of the song, and an entirely different one from what the writer intended.

Therefore isn’t it possible to take a secular song and find something that touches your soul in a way a religious song might not? Isn’t it possible to have a deep experience that builds your faith because of that divine creativity?

If something is created, can it point to the Creator of it’s creator? Does that divine creativity flow even where it remains unacknowledged or denied?

Long story short: can I listen to Audioslave without feeling guilty for skipping the Bethel track before it?

0026 Ran out of Papyrus

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One of the things I’ve gotten into trouble for since meeting my wife is using my hands as post-it notes. I doodle, I capture ideas, I write reminders. Since my daughter has been able to talk she tells me off for it too. It’s a good system though; as I get in trouble I look at the offending area and it reminds me to do whatever I’d put there so I didn’t forget to do it.
I even tried writing “don’t write on your hands” on my hands, but that faired no better. Now I simply agree and wash the brainstorms away, but then I stumbled on this verse. Now I’ve got Biblical context to support my ink-based misdemeanours:

Look, I’ve written your names on the backs of my hands…

(Isaiah 49:15-18 MSG)

If God does it, it must be kosher right? I test it and report back if my theological argument holds water against my daughter…

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0025 I didn’t Noah that…

christianity, random, theology

Have you ever wondered how Noah coped with all those animals, feeding and cleaning them?
What about how he stopped lions eating the chihuahua herds?
Or maybe what did Noah eat? Or do for fun? Did he have a copy of Risk and a deck of cards?
Or what really happened to the unicorns and dinosaurs?

Maybe I can help. Over on Facebook I’m doing a carefully researched* and theologically crafted exploration of Noah. You can follow along and get deep meaningful answers to all of these spiritual conundrums and many many more.

* Research in this context consists of reading Genesis, watching Evan Almighty, and playing with my sons Noah’s Ark toys. I did consider rowing across a lake with a llama in the boat but thought better of it.

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0024 Faithbook

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Im currently working on something God inspired me with in 2010. Sometimes I’m a little slow on the uptake.
Anyways, it’s called Faithbook and the basic premise is that each page will be the story the character, and their timeline will take you though what they’re thinking and doing.
It’s meant to be funny, random, but make the people a touch more real than the Sunday school versions were used to. I’ll be sharing some of my drawing via the page too.

The first one is Noah and you can find him by clicking here

Hope you like it, and if you do, ask your friends to too.

Coming next: Moses, Joshua, possibly Joseph.

This idea, the artwork, the concept, etc are all copyright © 2014 Barry Sellers/Llamaphish. All rights reserved.