In the beginning was
the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
The Word became flesh
and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the
one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth.
- The Gospel of John, Chapter One, verses one and fourteen
When the God, whose voice created a vast universe replete with planets, stars, galaxies and quasars, chose to breathe His own essence into one of His creatures, Goodness was defined. But when He chose to humble Himself and become one of them just to reveal His deity, Goodness was overlaid and infused with incomprehensible Love. This moment, the birth of Jesus Christ, is the single most amazing moment in history.
Bono, in his conversation with writer Michka Assayas describes the moment when he first understood the astounding beauty of the incarnation like this:
Got home for Christmas, very excited of being in Dublin. Dublin at Christmas is cold, but it's lit up, it's like Carnival in the cold. On Christmas Eve, I went to St. Patrick's Cathedral. I had done school there for a year. It's where Jonathan Swift was dean. Anyway, some of my Church of Ireland friends were going. It's a kind of a tradition on Christmas Eve to go, but I'd never been. I went to this place, sat. I was given a really bad seat, behind one of the huge pillars. I couldn't see anything. I was sitting there, having come back from Tokyo, or somewhere like that. I went for the singing, because I love choral singing. Community arts, a specialty! But I was falling asleep, being up for a few days, traveling, because it was a bit boring, the service, and I just started nodding off, I couldn't see a thing. Then I started to try and keep myself awake studying what was on the page. It dawned on me for the first time, really. It had dawned on me before, but it really sank in: the Christmas story. The idea that God, if there is a force of Love and Logic in the universe, that it would seek to explain itself is amazing enough. That it would seek to explain itself and describe itself by becoming a child born in straw poverty, in shit and straw... a child... I just thought: "Wow!" Just the poetry... Unknowable love, unknowable power, describes itself as the most vulnerable. There it was. I was sitting there, and it's not that it hadn't struck me before, but tears came down my face, and I saw the genius of this, utter genius of picking a particular point in time and deciding to turn on this. Because that's exactly what we were talking about earlier: love needs to find form, intimacy needs to be whispered. To me, it makes sense. It's actually logical. It's pure logic. Essence has to manifest itself. It's inevitable. Love has to become an action or something concrete. It would have to happen. There must be an incarnation. Love must be made flesh.
In the oft-skipped second verse of his famous carol Hark the Herald Angels Sing, Charles Wesley proclaims the jaw-dropping awe produced by this Love becoming flesh:
Christ
by highest heav'n adored
Christ the everlasting Lord!
Late in time behold Him come
Offspring of a Virgin's womb
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see
Hail the incarnate Deity
Pleased as man with man to dwell
Jesus, our Emmanuel
Hark! The herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!"
Amen!
May the wondrous incarnation, poor baby boy/God with us, be the core of your hope and joy this Christmas.
And if you love Christmas as I do, enjoy this little piece of Glen Hansard's Christmas Eve busk in Dublin. Bono and Liam O'Maonlai join and make it a Christmas to remember.
There are two sides to every coin, every fish, and every argument. Here we see the best of both sides. Dig in and let me know where you stand once you've heard it all.
EITHER Bono and U2 are closet Satanists fooling the world with their holy horseplay...
P.S., I think you know which way I lean so it won't be surprising to you that I appreciated this article by Doug Beaumont about Pastor Joel Schimmer's series on rock music.
P.P.S., I think you know which way I lean, but you might be surprised that I love me some J.T. Chick. Check out his exposé on the evils of rock music in the graphic novel Spellbound.
When I was a kid, my Dad had the odd responsibility (either self or externally imposed) to be happy and hopeful all the time. I think he believed that part of his job as a pastor was to match up his demeanor with others’ expectations. It didn’t matter if he was facing financial trouble, marital disunity, illness, or a crummy day, he needed to arrive at church with a smile on his face and a kind word on his lips. In other words, he needed to wear a mask.
The unfortunate side effect of my father’s pretense was the occasional avalanche of pent-up anger, which would fall squarely onto his unsuspecting little family. I remember riding in the car on some Sunday mornings. My brother and sister and I could sense his mounting anger rising up in the front seat. Then some straw would break his camel’s back and for the next few miles we would receive the brunt of his frustration in shouts and verbal abuse. Then, we arrived at church.
When he climbed out of the car, he instantly became a different man. Gone were the scowls and furious words. All smiles and handshakes now, his mask was back in place.
Looking back today I feel sorry for the man. I know he didn’t want to act that way. He loved us I have no doubt. He hated himself for talking love and peace to his flock while giving rage and turmoil to the sheep he loved the most, his wife and kids. When he reads this, I’m sure the old sting of this will prick him again (not my intention Dad). The sad irony of this story is that the mask he wore was a burden even Jesus did not have to bear.
In the song Acrobat, from U2’s 1991 album Achtung Baby, Bono laments the same balancing act that my father was forced to perform: “I must be an acrobat to talk like this and act like that.” Niall Stokes, the legendary Irish rock champion and Hot Press editor, wrote of the song, “Not for the first time on the record, Bono acknowledges his own weakness and inadequacy. He is more conscious now than ever before of the contradictions in his own position.”
If you are being honest, Bono’s words are your words as well. You have your beliefs and convictions. Your beliefs define you. You are red or blue, anti or pro, Jacob or Edward. In today’s wacky world of pundits and provokers, with comment boxes under everything you read or watch, you have the opportunity to shout your privately held beliefs loudly and viciously at whomever you want. But does what you say you believe match up with what you do?
New years resolutions fail because of this. We know we should stop smoking or drinking. We should eat better and exercise. We should be more committed in our job or school or marriage. We should make things right with our parents or siblings. We should stop abusing our spouse or our kids and making them feel small. We should stop stealing, having emotional affairs, and sneaking copious bytes of porn into our homes via DSL pipelines. We say we believe one thing, but when it comes to living what we believe, we most often do something quite different.
For Christians, this self-imposed dualism is particularly painful to live with. We desire to be like Christ, but we are drawn to sin like moths to flame. As the hymn-writer said, we are prone to wander, and wander far. And we hate it.
In Acrobat, Bono paints a picture of this hated wandering. The singer sings something of a rotating monologue to three distinct characters: to his younger self when he was an enthusiastic Christian idealist, to his disenchanted present self who feels divorced from his faith, and to Jesus circa Revelation 3.
When I first met you girl* You had fire in your soul What happened your face Of melting in snow Now it looks like this
His young self, was once transformed by his faith, happily drawn into a burning light that thawed a frozen heart. The singer sees in him the strength of character needed to resist temptation and to do only good. He begs the boy he was to hold fast to the faith that sustains him, to stand firm in his convictions.
I'd join the movement If there was one I could believe in Yeah I'd break bread and wine If there was a church I could receive in 'cause I need it now To take the cup To fill it up To drink it slow I can't let you go
The singer’s present self stands in disbelief that what was once so clear and motivating now seems so distant. He mourns his loss of passion for the things of God and shouts his need to be welcomed at the table of communion. But he cannot drink the cup or eat the bread. Like so many Christians before him, he stands at the table wanting to receive, but knows painfully well that his actions do not match up with his beliefs. Because of his duplicity, he believes his place at the table is forfeit.
The acrobat… er, Apostle Paul wrote about his own struggle with this wire-walk in his letter to the first-century church in Rome. “I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do.” In a particularly transparent moment, Paul shares his exasperation with himself for believing one thing and doing another. “For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. For I do not do the good I want to do, but the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing.” Isn’t that the truth! Of course Paul points the finger at the root of this duplicity, his own sinful nature. “Now if I do what I do not want to do, it is no longer I who do it, but it is sin living in me that does it.” And it is this sinful nature that the singer, the acrobat, can’t seem to abandon.
And you can swallow Or you can spit You can throw it up Or choke on it
Most frightening to the singer, and any Christian who has faced his double, are Jesus’ words to the church of Laodicea found in Revelation 3. Here, Jesus rebukes this particular church (considered to be the prophetic embodiment of the modern church) for their lack of passion for Himself. Because they have lost their original heat, their passion for the things that once drew them close to Christ, He threatens to abandon them to their own self absorption. Jesus says, “because you are lukewarm—neither hot nor cold—I am about to spit you out of my mouth.” My paraphrase goes like this; Jesus cursed them saying, “You make me puke!” I can’t imagine any more frightful words for a Christian who thought he had his religion wired.
And the singer takes this curse on himself. He realizes that what was once a fire in his soul, is now a cold ember hidden beneath an empty façade of contentment and false spirituality. The acrobat walks on a wire of compromise, balancing his talk of doing good to others while his heart is far from the faith that would cause him to do so. He says he loves his neighbor as himself, but the truth is, he loves himself and desires only that which will bring him happiness.
The song ends with the singer emboldening himself to claw his way out of his duplicity and sin, and grasp onto the love for God and people he once held so tightly.
And you can dream So dream out loud And you can find Your own way out You can build And I can will And you can call I can't wait until You can stash And you can seize In dreams begin Responsibilities And I can love And I can love And I know that the tide is turning 'round
So here he stands looking into the mirror. The singer is unsatisfied with what he sees. He doesn’t want to be an acrobat any longer. He’s getting back onto the path he desires to walk, and cheering himself for the journey ahead.
It won’t be easy. In his book Crazy Love, Francis Chan said, “we have to believe it (the Gospel) enough that it changes how we live.” It’s one thing to say that. It’s another more excruciating thing to do it. But we have to do it. Christians have to believe the Gospel enough that, through the Spirit, our actions match up with our beliefs. Then, and only then, will the wire-walking end.
*I believe “girl” is used here as a way to make the characters distinct. It’s also common throughout Achtung Baby for Bono to sexy-up the songs with words like ‘baby’, ‘girl’, ‘honey child’ despite the deeply spiritual and personal nature of the content.
Okay. I know that’s going a bit too far. But I can’t tell you how many times I have stood face to face with friends and strangers in churches, bars, clubs, and amidst the throng at U2 concerts debating this very question—Is Bono a Christian? Whether well-meaning or provoked or venomous, people seem drawn to the debate and it can get pretty passionate.
It’s a fun topic to argue. With well-known lyrics to back up either argument, both sides make great points and get to have their say. Because Bono has never really put the questions to rest (although some argue that he has), it’s a subject filled with mystery and frustration. And like the parable of the four soils, there are eye-rolling skeptics, sold-out believers, outright rejecters, and the blissfully indifferent ones who don’t see why it matters.
You might be a skeptic. You’ve grown up with U2’s music as a backdrop to your culture and it’s not bad to listen to, but every time ‘Bone-O’ opens his craw to scold us on this or that social no-no, you want to puke.He’s a loudmouth loser with a messiah complex. Put him in a box with Babs, Oprah, and Clooney, and ship them off to Cuba. Besides, you agree with Henry Rollins; U2’s bassist sucks.
You may be the type who cannot and will not believe that Bono is a Christian. To you, he is a charlatan of the worst kind. A wolf in sheep’s clothing. A con who, along with Led Zeppelin, Marilyn Manson, and Lady Gaga, wants to drag our unsuspecting kids along with him to h-e-double-hockey-styx. He says the f-word for Pete’s sake! Unless he tells you his personal confession of faith, in person, with your own trusted pastor or priest standing by for inspired verification; unless his personal testimony comes with references to the four spiritual laws, the five points of Calvinism, and a riveting tale of his near-death baptism experience, you won’t be satisfied. And anyway, no regenerate Christian could ever say that he still hasn’t found what he’s looking for!
You could be the one who believes whole-heartedly that Bono is your brother in Christ. His lyrics and music are as worshipful to you as the old hymns. It is no wonder to you that modern worship leaders do their best to copy the U2 sound. If they ever held a U2 mass at a church near you, you’d slap on a black t-shirt and your Chuck Taylors and go. Bono’s interviews with Bill Hybels, or his speech at the national prayer breakfast, prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that he is washed in the blood of the Lamb. His lifelong passion and actions to intervene on behalf of the suffering widows and orphans are the visible fruit that only can come from a life that’s fully grafted to the vine. You know Bono is one of us, and “40” makes you cry.
Or maybe you’re indifferent to whether Bono is or isn’t a Christian. It doesn’t make any difference to you. It’s none of your business. It is up to him whether he believes in Jesus or Allah or Buddha or L. Ron Hubbard. Coexist, right?
Maybe.
Maybe the reason U2 fans and U2 haters alike get so passionate about this question is that it does make a difference what Bono believes. It matters because this question applies to each of us. What you believe about life and how it relates to what happens after death, is crucial to how you will ultimately live. The way you act toward your family, the way you do your work, the way you find meaning in your own existence is directly affected by what you believe about God.
Then, Bono stands up on a stage and hints that he has a clue about who or what God is, and we wonder if he’s got it right. He becomes a window into our own post-modern, collective soul. We see in him the same violent yearning to get it right that we face every day. And some of us are willing to fight for the answer.
So the age-old battle begins again. Is Bono a Christian? Does it matter? If you knew the answer, would it change anything for you?
