A few very interesting events led up to the reading of this book. First of all, I bought it at a David Crowder Band concert last week because 1. I love their music and 2. they're hilarious, so naturally the book would be as well. More on that in a second. Then, last Friday, as I was getting my oil changed, I read the prologue of the book and then forgot it at the register. I finally came back yesterday to pick up the book only to notice that one of the employees of Jiffy Lube was already a good chunk into it and wants to borrow it when I'm done. Well, I'm done... 24 hours later and 257 pages. Just an idea of how captivating this book is.
Yet surprisingly, it is not primarily funny. I was sure it would be (and the footnotes are still), especially after reading the hilarious prologue, but the book took a turn for the worse?/better?... both I suppose. The tone became a mix of melancholy and hope, of pain and healing.
It's a book about death, bluegrass, and the soul. It's part academic in their analysis of the history of the soul and that of bluegrass, presented in a way that makes you wonder how it will all tie together in the end (which it does). These parts help break up the weightiness of the rest of the book. Death is the resounding theme, something that is very real to both authors, David Crowder and Mike Hogan, and a difficult topic to handle with care and sobriety without losing a reader's interest. In particular, they recount the story of their pastor and friend, Kyle, who died unexpectedly by being electrocuted in the baptismal of their church. The pain of this instance resonates throughout the book, focusing much more on the hard realities than the eventual hope offered. One of the most unique and genuine parts of the book are the 7 IM (instant messenger) conversations printed between the authors. This is the area where it all ties together and where we see the unplanned thought-processes of the authors. Toward the end of the book David reflects again on Kyle's death with resounding hope through one of these conversations:
What we want is rebirth. We want something beyond what we are currently experiencing. We want new life. And there Kyle was, standing in it [the baptismal]! The whole weight of his person immersed in a metaphor, chest deep in burial; the Christian representation of movement from mortal death to the residence of God. To follow Jesus leads you to the grave; it leads you to death. You must follow him up the hill, and there was Kyle, standing in a metaphor, and became it. And it was what he said at the end, the very end that was so simple and profound. "Someone help me. Someone, please help me." The supplication of humanity. He enunciated our plea while standing in the figurative response to it.
Amazing insight and all that on the fly.
Their album, A Collision, is an album about death (and my favorite of theirs to date); I had no idea until I read this book, but it makes sense now. Shortly after the album release, Kyle died. David wondered if they wrote the album as much for them as for anything. Then in another IM conversation, he comes across something incredibly profound.
Well, hallel consists of 6 Psalms that are recited at the Jewish celebration of passover. A group of songs really. You know, the recitation of "His love endure forever..." well that's part of it. So you get the tone. Now this might be a little crazy but follow me... ok? So the night of the last supper, we can, with a fair amount of safety, assume that Jesus recited the hallel with his disciples the last night they were together. So if we believe that scripture is inspired by God, that it is God-breathed, and if we believe that Jesus was divine, that He was God-incarnate, then would it be unreasonable to wonder whether God breathed out a song that he knew he would need later in his human form? Did He know that something as simple as a bit of art could help shape the reality He saw with His human eyes and heart? That in a moment of such weight and enormity it could make all the difference.
This ended up being one of the heaviest books I have ever read (which is kind of funny because my mom just called me and told me I need to do some lighter reading) :), but one I will probably read again when the unfortunate reality of death strikes nearby. It's difficult, but helpful, hopeful, and makes me want to listen to some bluegrass right now. I guess I need to return this to Jiffy Lube now!
What a classic! I don't really have a ton to say about the book since I'm sure everyone that's reading this has already seen the movie and most have probably read the book. It was great. A great story line, wonderful character development, and altogether fun and engaging. After reading the Magician's Nephew first, it is clear through some references in this one, that this was meant to be read first. Jon Freiburg's comment on my last post points to a neat article in Christianity Today on the chronology of the anthology.
Again, the depiction of Aslan as the Christ figure was great to read. There were other biblical features that Lewis through in that I thought were particularly neat. The deep magic of course referred to the law and the broken stone table simulating the torn veil. Aslan's words to Lucy and Susan on the night of his death were neat as well, instructing them to keep him company, but only to a certain moment, after which he would need to proceed on his own like the Garden of Gethsemane. After his resurrection, it was the girls who were the first to see him as well and then he went to the Queen's castle itself to free the souls she had claimed. So many references yet they weren't forced in any way and if you weren't looking for them, I could see missing them altogether. I spose that's part of what makes the series so universal.
