So, I’m reading through 1 Samuel and came across a familiar story with a few twists that really hit me. Right after Samuel anointed David, we are told that “an evil spirit from the Lord tormented” Saul (16:14 NET). Wait. An evil spirit sent from God? Yes, God sent an evil spirit to torment Saul. Did you hear that? Believe it or not, God can do that if he wants. I never heard that in Sunday School. Even if “harmful” is a better meaning (ESV), the gist is the same, God sent something harmful for Saul.
Ok, after that kind of bugged me out, I moved on to another interesting issue. Music. This is what I wanted to comment on for this post. What was it that comforted Saul? It was music. Specifically it was the lyre, which is a type of harp. Isn’t it crazy that only music soothed Saul in torment. Not only that, but Saul wanted “a man who plays well” (16:17). So it’s not just music, but good music. This got me thinking about the place of music in my own life. Gosh, I can’t do anything without music. Even as I type this, I have to have music playing. I drive to work with music. I work with music playing. I get put on hold to listen to music. I drive home to music. I walk my dog with my ipod. I workout with my ipod. I chill with my wife while music is playing. It’s all day, people! Music is so important to me. That’s why I have 80 gigs of music on my Mac. I’m sure you have even more. Music is therapy. Don’t deny it. Embrace it. I don’t even care if it’s secular. Musica es bueno.
P.S. I grew up believing that certain music was wrong because it “appealed to the flesh.” It couldn’t have a beat, because that was “fleshly.” It’s amazing how we pick and choose what is “fleshly.” Then it dawned on me that everything appeals to the flesh. You eat what you want to eat because it appeals to the flesh. You wear what you wear because you think it looks good in your culture. FLESH! You drive the car you do because it appeals to the flesh. Any comfort you enjoy is “fleshly.” I feel like I’m taking crazy pills?! Don’t even get me started on “worldly.” My rant is this: Don’t tell me my music appeals to my “flesh” when you ask for extra mayo on your fatty burger.