About a month ago, on choir Sunday, I was eating breakfast in the consecration room between worship services and talking with one of the guitar players. As we got to know each other, he said something that surprised me and really made me think. Before he met Christ, he said, he was into playing heavy metal, but he gave it up because he felt like it was no longer compatible with his faith. I asked why that was; couldn’t he begin writing songs with a positive message instead and reach out to the same demographic as before? He shook his head. “Christian music is an entirely different genre altogether. I don’t like it when artists take a worldly genre and try to slap a Christian label on it. You see, even if I were to give Christian lyrics to my music, heavy metal is not Christian. It’s angry music. Not peaceful music.”
This idea intrigued me, but I didn’t think too much about it again until recently when I came across a couple of passages in Colossians and Ephesians. I encourage you to read the whole section to better appreciate the context, but I will paraphrase below:
Colossians 3:5-15. Rid yourself of anger, rage, malice, slander, and filthy language, because you have taken off your old self with its practices and put on the new self. As God’s chosen people, clothe yourselves instead with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience. Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, since as members of one body you were called to peace.
Ephesians 4:22-5:21. Put off your old self and be made new in the attitude of your minds. Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs. Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger. Among you there must not be even a hint of sexual immorality, or of any kind of impurity. Do not get drunk on wine, which leads to debauchery. Instead, be filled with the Spirit.
When I read that, I started thinking about it in big picture terms. What characterizes a life of peace? Let me add a little disclaimer that I don’t get offended or “judge” people who drink or swear. Because honestly, when looking at these concepts, using euphemisms for swear words means the same thing; and I don’t think alcohol is necessarily wrong, but I think it can be, just like comforting yourself by overeating or numbing yourself by — I don’t know, compulsive shopping, or whatever it is you depend on instead of allowing yourself to be filled with the Spirit.
It’s not a matter of doing something wrong, but of having the wrong mindset. Thinking about it in terms of what my guitarist friend said, I realized that the reason Paul condemns “filthy language” and “unwholesome talk” is because profanity is a language of anger, not of peace. The same goes for yelling any kind of euphemism in anger. It’s not the swearing that shouldn’t be there; it’s the attitude. Likewise, he speaks against drunkenness because it often leads to debauchery. We all know how the crazy parties go: blaring music, strangers hooking up with strangers, people puking all over the floor. Later, it turns into hangovers and unproductivity. At best, it’s an artificial way to relieve stress other than allowing the calming peace of the Spirit to rule your heart. At worst, it’s disorder and confusion — not the fruit of the Spirit or the outward expression of His reign.
Those of you who think you’re golden because you don’t drink or curse, don’t consider yourself exempt from this. Look a little deeper into your heart. What are you ruled by? Do you show evidence of the Spirit’s presence? Or do you freak out when you’re late for work, or when your kids track in mud, or when anything else goes the slightest bit wrong that you can’t control? Do you choose stress and anger? Or do you choose peace?
The other day, I came across this post by Joanne Kraft that neatly tied up the package of my wandering thoughts and put a bow on top. You can read it here. In the post, she talks about how her home and family have always been surrendered to the Spirit, and people can literally feel His presence in the place that they have dedicated to Christ’s rule. I teared up as I read it, remembering how every week that I worked at Deer Run, on Sunday afternoons before the kids came, I would walk around my cabin touching every bed frame and praying over the cabin, asking God to bless it as a safe space and inviting His peace to rule there.
And thinking through all of these things, I want to live a life of peace wherever I go and wherever I settle down. I want to create a home where, in the midst of the chaos and disorder of this broken world, broken people can tangibly experience the spiritual rest and calm that Christ offers. A home where no voices are raised in anger, where stress is cast away and confusion has no place. A home that is ruled by peace.