They say they are Christ’s disciples, but they don’t look like Jesus to me
Body and Soul: Jeanne: ‘What happens when you spit on everything a gentle young woman values? On Our Town? On Sweet Forgiveness?’ [→ READ ]
Jeanne writes about cleaning up messed-up ol’ time religion, that it’s time for angry music, and Iris DeMent’s new album:
Last week I linked to a couple of uplifting songs that were getting me through the post-election blues. I’ve killed those files to make room for some new ones. I’m not in the mood for uplifting any more. When they won, I was sad. When they set to work rewarding torture (to a tepid response), and showing their true colors, I started getting angry.
I need some angry music. Bring back “Masters of War.” It’s still dangerous.
I think this is what’s going on with me, too, which is why Apocalyptica’s acoustic freight train is speaking to me right now, as I wrote last night. Jeanne continues —
The last person I would normally think of when I need to hear an angry voice is Iris DeMent. Her voice is so simple, gentle, honest, and kind. It seems to come from long before I was born, a sweet, innocent time that probably never existed, except in a few corners of the universe … A voice you’d hear in the kitchen from a woman putting up beans. …
Yes, Steph has been a big Iris fan for years, probably for this reason. Oops, make that a Gillian Welch fan. Both Iris and Gillian qualify as “unpretentious” and “hopespun,” at least in my mind, and I had therefore mistakenly conflated them.
But even sweet country girls get pissed some times, and two of her [earlier] songs fit just right this week. The first — “God May Forgive You (But I Won’t)” — is by Harlan Howard … what I love about this one is that Iris DeMent doesn’t have the big, tough voice of Loretta Lynn. She sounds to me like a gentle, hesitant soul who really has tried to forgive and finally learned not to. …
And I find the title, spoken to a man who thinks he can do whatever he wants as long as he claims Jesus’ blessing on him, to be very useful these days.
Good Lord, this touches on what I’ve been struggling with in this weblog space for years now. How the hell am I going to forgive politicians and voters who claim Jesus but campaign instead for war, hate, oppression, and discrimination, who can’t or won’t discern between decent and obscene but rather confuse the two, who have turned the Beatitudes upside down, who have (metaphorically) set up gangs and crack houses in my church community?
I keep thinking I have to forgive when it feels like I can’t. But I see I’m not bringing to bear wisdom borne of surviving abusive relationships; I don’t quite know where the line is between being codependent and being a survivor. There are times and degrees to which blunt-force forgiveness is not appropriate. I think forgiveness has gradations I have yet to learn.
Jeanne links to MP3s of Iris’ God May Forgive You (But I Won’t) and Wasteland of the Free. Wow, those are some powerful lyrics … Ah, here they are: GMFY(bIW) and WotF.)
Thanks, Jeanne.