Sometimes I turn up a Chris Tomlin album at full blast in my car and sing “Famous One” for the ten-thousandth time and then I start to feel bad because I know it’s bubble-gum Christianese sugar-pop and it’s not real Christian music.
Well that’s what they tell me. Tomlin and Redman and Stanfill are my secret guilty pleasures, so when I get to church, I turn down the volume and tell myself it was just a one-drive stand. It’s not like my feelings were involved or anything.
Except — why should I feel this way?
Why can’t I enjoy sugary Christian praise?
Who are these people that determine how I sing to God?
I had to quit caring about this. I don’t want to defend my Tomlin-crush to some snooty theology snob who makes me feel like a sell-out whenever I buy into the “conspiracy machine of music, man.”
If someone makes me feel bad for enjoying something harmless, that’s what Jesus called a stuck-up Pharisee. I’m tired of imprisoning myself in more guilt to appease someone else’s preferences. I go to church partially to get rid of this asinine judging, not to have more layers of it.
I just don’t think Christians constantly need serious depth for permission to have joy.
If you have never found a Tomlin tune catchy, you are a straight up lying liar-face.
If someone also shamed you for liking Bruno Mars or Destiny’s Child or Jason Mraz or Taylor Swift — well dude, the haters can hate and I’ll keep singing.
I don’t know why people argue over subjective tastes. It’s an opinion. We like different things and we have different kinds of churches and different kinds of liturgies. You can’t have a wrong worship style, and if you think so, you probably need to go out more.
I am completely over trying to be cool in church — especially in front of other Christians. Life is way too short and God is certainly way more fun than we’ve made Him.
I’m not going to grumble in the corner when the pastor uses props. I will sing those dang VBS songs at the top of my lungs. I will do the hand motions for your body worship dance. I will enjoy those crazy ice breaker games and sing those corny praise songs and even laugh at the pastor’s bad jokes. I’m not turning my nose up at the flashy megachurch or your hipster acoustic set or the latest Christian radio hit. If you don’t like Chris Tomlin, you can find someone else to take you home.
But if you don’t care to be so cool, then we are singing “White Flag” on repeat until you lose your voice and quit feeling sorry about it.
You go sing that stupid song and don’t worry about who’s looking.
Originally posted here on my Tumblr.