Blue Like Jazz – Book Review – Part 2

Blue Like Jazz - Nonreligious thoughts on Christian Spirituality.

Blue Like Jazz - Nonreligious Thoughts on Christian Spirituality.

Context is important for understanding anything.  You have to get yourself into the Portland, Oregon  ( Peace and Love ) – Blue Like Jazz mood to enjoy the book. But Donald Miller helps you do  that quite nicely. Donald is a story teller, and Blue Like Jazz is a bunch of stories from Donald’s life. Many of the stories take place around Portland, Oregon, or at Reed College. Reed College was mentioned in Princeton Review as the college where students are most likely to ignore God. (p. 37) Miller says “it (Reed) is a godless place, known for existential experimentation of all sorts.” “Many of the (Reed) students hated the very idea of God, and yet they cared about people more than I did.” (p.42)

As I mentioned in part 1 of my Blue Like Jazz book review, this book was bouncing around in my house for several years before I picked it up. Three of my daughters read it, and it went through a rain storm (or some kind of baptism) with Talitha, who dried it off with a hair drier, so it was already “quite loved” by the time I picked it up. Yeah, I know I’m late coming to the party — writing this review after hundreds of reviews have already been written. (Amazon had over 447 customer reviews last time I checked.)

My friend Joe Thorn (from Chicago) wrote about Blue Like Jazz back in 2006 — in a report about Mark Coppenger’s 11 negative points about the book.

Joel Comm (from Denver) said “What a fantastic read!” in his book review back in 2005.  Joel said Miller’s “anecdotes are often quite funny and poignant.”

Back to Portland…

My friend Bob said “Portland is filled with hippies that never grew up.” Actually, I think the hippies grew up and their kids live in Portland today (with that same 70′s hippie attitude). Bob seemed angry that his daughter moved out to Portland and  didn’t even have a job lined up. “How can you drive all the way across country, just because you like the coffee shops in Portland?”, Bob grumbled. “She didn’t even have a job… well she did find a good job later on…” Bob said that Portland is way more laid back then Detroit, and there are lot’s of people who just “hang out on the streets.”

Portland Oregon Riverplace

Portland Oregon Riverplace

In the chapter called: LOVE – How to Really Love Other People. (It’s chapter 18, page 207), the very first sentence confirms my friend Bob’s worst fears. Donald starts off: “When my friend Paul and I lived in the woods, we live with hippies. Well, sort of hippies…. When I was with the hippies I did not feel judged, I felt loved.”

While we are on the topic of love, judgment, and living in the wilderness…

“I love how the Gospels start with John the Baptist eating bugs and baptizing people. The religious people started getting baptized because it had become popular, and John yells at them and calls them snakes.” (p. 203)

My friend Tripp had a different view about Portland, and he was not angry (like my friend Bob). Tripp said that his son Evan moved out to Portland and found a good job as a social worker. He said the slower pace of life in Portland is kind of pleasant. He said Evan goes to church at Imago Dei — the same church Donald Miller goes to. I was kind of happy when I heard this, because Imago Dei sounds like a really interesting church.

There are several things in the book that are a little weird. But the weirdness is just a reflection of the people that inhabit the planet. Donald writes “new-realism essays”. (p. 188) “Imago, our church, is made up of mostly artists, and fruit nuts and none of us have any money…” (p. 189)

My daughter Priscilla flew to Portland recently to visit some friends that she met in South Africa (when she worked in the orphanage). Priscilla is all about friends and travel. She is bringing home some stories and photographs and I’m sure she will tell me what Portland is really like.

I am the problem

I am the problem

Is this a book review or what?

Is this a book review about Blue Like Jazz, or is it just a collection of my stories about Portland, Oregon? Or is it both? I’m trying to write this book review in the style of a “new realism essay.”

Blue Like Jazz flows with mystical ideas …

“You cannot be a Christian without being a mystic. I was talking to a homeless man at a laundry mat recently, and he said that when we reduce Christian spirituality to math, we defile the Holy. I thought that was very beautiful and comforting because I have never been good at math…. I can no more understand the totality of God than the pancake I made for breakfast understands the complexity of me.” (p. 202)

Blue Like Jazz has some practical ideas for the “postmodern church”, and Miller dispels the notion that his book is a new concept for making the gospel cool:

“I don’t think any church has ever been relevant to culture, to the human struggle, unless it believed in Jesus and the power of His gospel. If the supposed new church believes in trendy music and cool web pages, then it is not relevant to culture either.” (p. 111)

I discovered that I am the problem (p. 20), and “nothing is going to change in the Congo until you and I figure out what is wrong with the person in the mirror.” (p. 23)

“What I believe is not what I say I believe; what I believe is what I do.” (p. 110)

Blue Like Jazz – Book Review – Part 1

Sooner or later I would write a book review of “Blue Like Jazz”. The book has been bumping around in my house for a few years — being read by several of my daughters. “Blue Like Jazz” by Donald Miller, and published by Thomas Nelson in 2003, is written in the style of “new realism essays”. The subtitle is “Nonreligious thoughts on Christian Spirituality”. It’s a collection of stories and essays about Donald Miller’s experiences and ideas about God.

Blue Like Jazz - by Donald Miller

Many parts of the book have a conversational tone, like Don is talking to you in a Portland coffee shop, or by the campfire. For example,  the author’s note (like a preface before chapter one) says:

I never liked Jazz music because Jazz music doesn’t resolve. But I was outside the Bagdad Theatre in Portland one night when I saw a man playing the saxaphone. I stood there for fifteen minutes (watching him), and he never opened his eyes.

After that I liked Jazz music.

Sometimes you have to watch somebody love something before you can love it yourself. It as if they are showing you the way.

I used to not like God because God didn’t resolve. But that was before any of this happened…

Thomas Nelson is clearly targeting this book at a post-modern culture. Some of my friends that are agnostics, skeptics, or use-to-be-Catholic might enjoy reading this book.

This book grapples with the paradoxes of life, but you might not want to go there…

You might love God and hate this book. On the other hand, you might hate God, and love this book.

If you are looking for a book on systematic theology, careful Biblical commentary, or church history — this book is NOT what you are looking for.

ISBN 0-7852-6370-5

Update: See part 2 of the Blue Like Jazz review.

Bono (Paul David Hewson)

Bono turned 48 yesterday. Bono is the lead singer for the popular Irish rock band U2, and a prominent “human rights activist”. Bono was born on May 10, 1960. His real (family) name is Paul David Hewson. Bono has frequently used his fame as a rock musician — as a platform (or pulpit) — to proclaim the message of reconciliation, salvation, redemption, and the Year of Jubilee (canceling debts, and setting slaves free). The message is not always understood, but this has not seemed to hinder his huge success as a “Rock Star”.

To celebrate his 48th birthday, Bono had a small dinner party at Sass’ Café in Monaco. On the guest list: Brad Pitt, Monaco’s Prince Albert II and the Edge.

Bono was born to a Roman Catholic father and a Protestant mother during a time when Ireland was sharply divided among sectarian lines. Back in 1977 (the year I graduated from high school), in the city of Dublin, Paul (Bono) and “school friends David Evans (later ‘the Edge’), Larry Mullen, Jr., and Adam Clayton formed a band that would become U2. They shared a commitment not only to ambitious rock music but also to a deeply spiritual Christianity.”

In this YouTube video clip he talks about growing up when “Ireland was divided along religious lines”. He shares a few memories and says that “young people like me were parched for the vision that poured out of pulpits of black America, and the vision of a black reverend from Atlanta — a man who refused to hate, because he knew love would do a better job.” (See M.L. King video with U2-Bono song - In the Name of Love.)

Continuing in the video clip Bono says:

“These ideas travel you know [ideas about love, instead of hate] and they reached me, clear as any tune, and lodged in my brain like a song… and may I say it was the poetry, and the righteous anger of the black church that was such an inspiration to me, a very white, almost pink Irish man growing up in Dublin…. True religion will not let us fall asleep in the comfort of our freedoms. Love thy neighbor is not a piece of advice. It’s a command.”

Sources:

Youtube video clip of Bono speech at NAACP gathering (posted 2-March-2007) <http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PRY2sOiBZxI>.

Bono.” Encyclopædia Britannica Online. 11-May-2008 <http://www.britannica.com/EBchecked/topic/860737/Bono>.

Blame it on the Thistle!

Still thinking about Fat Joe and the Elephant in the Room.  I know I’m the problem.

As I “plowed the field” this morning, this “rap song” started to formulate in my mind…

Blame it on the Thistle!
Blame it on the Thorn!
Blame it all on God, for the day I was born!

Blame it on the Soil!
Blame it on the Plow!
Blame it on the Sweat drippin from my brow!

Blame it on the Sunshine!
Blame it on the Rain!
Blame it on Anything that caused my pain!

Blame it on the Christians!
Blame it on the Jews!
Blame it on the Pagans with strange Tatoos!

Blame it on the Pilgrims!
Blame it on the Brits!
Blame it on the Indian, if the moccasin fits!

Blame it on the Cotton!
Blame it on the Hoe!
Blame it on Pharaoh who won’t let me go!

Blame it on the Railroad!
Blame it on the War!
Blame it on my Neighbor who lives next door!

Blame it on the Textbooks!
Blame it on the Schools!
Blame it on the Teachers – educatin fools!

Blame it on the Hip Hop!
Blame it on the Blues!
Blame it on the Rap Stars, going for a cruise!

Blame it on the Drug Deals!
Blame it on the Whore!
Blame it on the Gangster who robbed the liquor store!

Blame it on the Lawyer!
Blame it on the Judge!
Blame it on the News Man who blames it all on Drudge!

Blame it all on Wall Street!
Blame it on the FED!
Blame it on the Bankers – that we have no bread!

Blame it on the Movies!
Blame it all on Guns!
Blame it all on Hollywood hot crossed buns!

Blame it on the Muslims!
Blame it on the Pope!
Blame it on my Neighbor kids smoking dope!

Blame it on the Woman!
Blame it on the Snake!
Blame it all on Anything but my mistake!