One of my guilty pleasures, about which I feel zero guilt, and immense pleasure, is that I am not a music snob. Especially not a religious music snob. Give me cheesy contemporary Christian pop any day. I work in an Anglican church, a cathedral no less, so there is a certain pressure to be too refined musically and theologically for such things.
So I was listening to an a capella group singing a song called, “We All Need Saving.”
We all need help. We are all imperfect. We are all broken.
This sort of low-anthropology is unpopular in progressive spheres, but I find great comfort in it. Because I do not see myself as a perfect creation of God. I see in myself a broken, imperfect person doing, at his best, his best. And knowing that everyone else is broken, though often differently, is a comfort. There is a solidarity in that.
And my Christian faith affirms that in this need for saving, God has provided a Saviour. A comfort that is profound indeed.
One of the ways in which I am broken is that I have ADHD. That is officially diagnosed by numerous professionals. My anecdotal suspicion is that it is rather serious. At least, I am a 35-year-old man exhibiting symptoms popularly associated with the seven-year-old boys, and that is serious business. Continue reading »