bono on easter

I recently stumbled across this article that Bono wrote on Easter Sunday (or around that time) last year. It's pretty liberal, yet I can hear and feel his heart beating through this article. (what a weird image) I especially love the part where he realizes (makes real) those oft-thrown phrases of offering and charity into investment and justice. Increasingly I find that the world has placed such an ethereal tint on religious terms that they are separated from what "real" adults do in the "real" secular world. advertisements are fine, since they extol the "secular" virtues of products and services for a better life, but religiously themed messages are abominable, intrusive-even though they bring the moral ideas and precepts that address the soul.

(I don't know if it's against copyright to do so, but I'll give full credit to the author):
The New York Times
April 18, 2009
Bono, the lead singer of the band U2 and a co-founder of the advocacy group ONE, is a contributing columnist for The Times.

It’s 2009. Do You Know Where Your Soul Is?
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I AM in Midtown Manhattan, where drivers still play their car horns as if they were musical instruments and shouting in restaurants is sport.

I am a long way from the warm breeze of voices I heard a week ago on Easter Sunday.

“Glorify your name,” the island women sang, as they swayed in a cut sandstone church. I was overwhelmed by a riot of color, an emotional swell that carried me to sea.

Christianity, it turns out, has a rhythm — and it crescendos this time of year. The rumba of Carnival gives way to the slow march of Lent, then to the staccato hymnals of the Easter parade. From revelry to reverie. After 40 days in the desert, sort of ...

Carnival — rock stars are good at that.

“Carne” is flesh; “Carne-val,” its goodbye party. I’ve been to many. Brazilians say they’ve done it longest; they certainly do it best. You can’t help but contract the fever. You’ve got no choice but to join the ravers as they swell up the streets bursting like the banks of a river in a flood of fun set to rhythm. This is a Joy that cannot be conjured. This is life force. This is the heart full and spilling over with gratitude. The choice is yours ...

It’s Lent I’ve always had issues with. I gave it up ... self-denial is where I come a cropper. My idea of discipline is simple — hard work — but of course that’s another indulgence.

Then comes the dying and the living that is Easter.

It’s a transcendent moment for me — a rebirth I always seem to need. Never more so than a few years ago, when my father died. I recall the embarrassment and relief of hot tears as I knelt in a chapel in a village in France and repented my prodigal nature — repented for fighting my father for so many years and wasting so many opportunities to know him better. I remember the feeling of “a peace that passes understanding” as a load lifted. Of all the Christian festivals, it is the Easter parade that demands the most faith — pushing you past reverence for creation, through bewilderment at the idea of a virgin birth, and into the far-fetched and far-reaching idea that death is not the end. The cross as crossroads. Whatever your religious or nonreligious views, the chance to begin again is a compelling idea.

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Last Sunday, the choirmaster was jumping out of his skin ... stormy then still, playful then tender, on the most upright of pianos and melodies. He sang his invocations in a beautiful oaken tenor with a freckle-faced boy at his side playing conga and tambourine as if it was a full drum kit. The parish sang to the rafters songs of praise to a God that apparently surrendered His voice to ours.

I come to lowly church halls and lofty cathedrals for what purpose? I search the Scriptures to what end? To check my head? My heart? No, my soul. For me these meditations are like a plumb line dropped by a master builder — to see if the walls are straight or crooked. I check my emotional life with music, my intellectual life with writing, but religion is where I soul-search.

The preacher said, “What good does it profit a man if he gains the whole world and loses his soul?” Hearing this, every one of the pilgrims gathered in the room asked, “Is it me, Lord?” In America, in Europe, people are asking, “Is it us?”

Well, yes. It is us.

Carnival is over. Commerce has been overheating markets and climates ... the sooty skies of the industrial revolution have changed scale and location, but now melt ice caps and make the seas boil in the time of technological revolution. Capitalism is on trial; globalization is, once again, in the dock. We used to say that all we wanted for the rest of the world was what we had for ourselves. Then we found out that if every living soul on the planet had a fridge and a house and an S.U.V., we would choke on our own exhaust.

Lent is upon us whether we asked for it or not. And with it, we hope, comes a chance at redemption. But redemption is not just a spiritual term, it’s an economic concept. At the turn of the millennium, the debt cancellation campaign, inspired by the Jewish concept of Jubilee, aimed to give the poorest countries a fresh start. Thirty-four million more children in Africa are now in school in large part because their governments used money freed up by debt relief. This redemption was not an end to economic slavery, but it was a more hopeful beginning for many. And to the many, not the lucky few, is surely where any soul-searching must lead us.

A few weeks ago I was in Washington when news arrived of proposed cuts to the president’s aid budget. People said that it was going to be hard to fulfill promises to those who live in dire circumstances such a long way away when there is so much hardship in the United States. And there is.

But I read recently that Americans are taking up public service in greater numbers because they are short on money to give. And, following a successful bipartisan Senate vote, word is that Congress will restore the money that had been cut from the aid budget — a refusal to abandon those who would pay such a high price for a crisis not of their making. In the roughest of times, people show who they are.

Your soul.

So much of the discussion today is about value, not values. Aid well spent can be an example of both, values and value for money. Providing AIDS medication to just under four million people, putting in place modest measures to improve maternal health, eradicating killer pests like malaria and rotoviruses — all these provide a leg up on the climb to self-sufficiency, all these can help us make friends in a world quick to enmity. It’s not alms, it’s investment. It’s not charity, it’s justice.

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Strangely, as we file out of the small stone church into the cruel sun, I think of Warren Buffett and Bill Gates, whose now combined fortune is dedicated to the fight against extreme poverty. Agnostics both, I believe. I think of Nelson Mandela, who has spent his life upholding the rights of others. A spiritual man — no doubt. Religious? I’m told he would not describe himself that way.

Not all soul music comes from the church.

to be loved

I came home for Midterm recess.
And it was a joyous occasion.
I cooked for my parents, I was the God-given son that honored my father and mother. I spoke with them freely about my life; I did not hold anything back from them.
I experienced the beautiful outpouring of friendship, of love from dear freshmen, of encouragement from a close friend.
Yet, yet...I think the most significant lesson that I learned this weekend was this:
I need to love God, to desire Him, ever more. Especially now.
These past few weeks have been ones of intense and wrenching struggles with God-a wrestling match, if you will-I struggled with my desire for freedom, I struggled with my desire for relationship, I struggled with my own spiritual dryness. In the end, I would find myself before God just asking Him, "Why do I not trust you with all my life and heart and soul? Why do I keep on thinking that other things satisfy the deepest longings of my heart?"
I went to a Good Friday service that was saccharine, all hope but no despair, all joy and no sorrow, all blessing and no suffering. What is the resurrection of Christ without his crucifixion? What good is it to dance in God's presence without first kneeling in brokenness before the Cross? Satan goads me to believe the lie that I cannot ever be fully satisfied in my God; that I will ever be seeking other things to fill that void in my life. Even as I encourage others, I need that desire for Him; I need to destroy that unbelief that sets itself up defiantly before Almighty God, a woefully misguided will that has become unhinged from the deep wellspring of truth.
I want to be loved and known by God. I want to know His love apart from (is that possible?) my parents, my brother, my fellowship, my church-I want to experience that love in these times when I am not with these beloved blessings in my life! I want to be so devastated by that love that I cannot help but love Him back!