When I was a kid, the words “move” and “God” were often paired in such a way that fear and conformity were the desired responses. I grew up in a cult that was built on stripping it’s members of identity, uniqueness, and worth. It was understood that God moved through people, and the expected result was conformity, silence, and fear. God’s work = conformity, silence, and fear.
Oddly, my journey through adulthood has been different. There are different words I would now use to describe God’s move in people. And God does move.
Have you ever been moved deeply by a piece of music? Have you ever had a book speak to your soul? Have you watched a movie that stirred something inside you?
What is that stirring inside? I’ve felt it. I’ve been afraid of it. I’ve been afraid of the parts inside me dancing. Of the moving that occurs. Sometimes, I talk about how deeply something moved me, and then I avoid it for fear that it’ll happen again. I confess I’ve only read my favorite novel twice. The fear of the movement it produces is real.
Yet, when I allow myself to be moved, when I open my heart to the stirring, I’m changed. I experience Joy. I see new horizons. My whole view of life pauses, inhales, and shifts.
C.S. Lewis described this as joy. A far green country is how J.R.R. Tolkien described it. I see it as redemption.
Is it possible that God is redeeming us through music? Art? Literature? People? Could the artist use the art to make all things new? Could identity, uniqueness, and worth be shaped through God’s movement? Could the stirring in your soul be redemption?
I think so.