What is worship music? If you're playing "melancholic" piano music in tandem with some African guys preaching and praying with a heavy foreign accent, does that make this worship music?
I don't see why not.
What about this one? Is it melancholic, or simply beautiful? If it is melancholic, is it because of the notes being played, or the sorrowful heart of man? Is it the notes that are sad, or the soul? Is it possible to long for Heaven without pathos? Is it possible to worship God without forcing the worshippers to apply a layer of antifreeze joy to the shield of faith, a coat of bulletproof lacquer 3 feet thick, whether it's genuine or not?
If church is a spiritual ATM machine, if worship has been reduced to feigning excitement about an over-produced, tightly compressed tower of musical babble, will your feet truly be shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace? Or should we thank God for the beautiful contrast of the sounds emanating from the "melancholic" African bookstore worship mix, and the infinite possibilities it represents? The endless journey through the fractal possibilities of sound, to prepare ourselves for Heaven?
Is it a bouquet of roses, or a choir?
Did God not part the Red Sea?
Why shouldn't roses sing?
What is worship music? Is worship in the notes, or in the heart? Is it necessary to deny the pathos of the soul, to make it into Heaven? Or is it the pathos that enables us to raise our hands above our heads while kneeling in a position of genuine worshipful gratitude in the first place?
Is worship music a cultural phenomenon, defined by temporary sonic trends?
Or is it a journey through the fractal stars, of which our universe is only a single, shallow layer?
Why should we settle for an overwrought circus act performed by temporal, lacquered clowns, when we can deconstruct the Milky Way, and juggle the stars like so many coins, or a bouquet of singing flowers, to the glory of God who gave us the idea in the first place?
Since the world was created by God, even things the circus ringleaders dismiss as "melancholy" can be beautiful.
To me, it seems the height of ingratitude to deny it.
