let me fall on the grace that first brought me to you
I hate contemporary Christian music.
Part of this is a side effect of growing up in Franklin, where you learn quickly that the Christian music industry is a business first. It's also concerned with image, marketing, and product rollouts. Musicality comes somewhere down the list, and, for the most part, truly living life as a Christian comes much farther down the list.
It's not some sinister plot or anything like that. Most people enter "the industry" with the best of intentions, and most of them leave disillusioned after waiting tables at a chain restaurant near the Galleria and playing coffehouse open mike nights for a year or two. A few get chosen and swept up in the world of perfect hair, perfect families, and mediocre music.
People from my youth group back in the day are now Christian music superstars. Others tried and didn't make it. Others were and aren't anymore. What we learned through all this is that your average CCM types aren't bad people, but they're also not generally all they seem to be. One of my closest friends from high school stood backstage at the Dove Awards one year and watched the members of a CCM supergroup pitch a fit about their toenail polish. When they were all wearing closed-toed shoes. It happens.
Hypocrisy has a lot to do with it, but the other reason I don't like most Christian music is the fact that I really like music. And the quality of songwriting and production in most of the CCM world, is, quite frankly, incredibly uncreative and uninteresting. It's bo-oring. Often, it's bad. Really bad.
What this adds up to is, basically, that I only listen to a little Derek Webb my sister told me about and some Andrew Osegna that Professor Deutsch passed along and ... that's about it. (I know. I'm the worst poster-child for Baptists ever.)
But today this beautiful post reminded me of one of the few people who got to Franklin, but who weren't caught up in a wave of hypocrisy and mediocrity. It's been ten years since Rich Mullins died in a wreck. Rich Mullins who went barefoot, who never fit in with the big hair and polished stage presences and picture-perfect families with adorable, photogenic children. Rich Mullins who wrote some cheesy songs you sing at youth camp, but who also wrote "If I Stand."
His life speaks for itself.