I had flashbacks all day yesterday as I was writing my history lecture for my Seminary Abridged class, which met last night. I was listening to music while writing and my playlist included mostly songs from two bands that I have been listening to for almost 20 years:
Jimmy Eat World & Blink-182
I have always loved punk rock music. I don’t know if you care for that genre, and that’s completely fine if you don’t, I’m not trying to convert anyone. But I have always loved that style of music, especially during my angsty teenage years. Punk rock is really good for teenagers who are discovering life and consequences for the first time.
It’s funny how a song or smell can seem to transport us back in time to a particular memory. There is one album by the latin worship band named Salvador, that whenever I listen to it, I am thrust into the random Robert Ludlum novel I read many years ago. That’s because I read that book on a road trip while listening to the Salvador album on repeat. And in case you are wondering, latin worship music and Robert Ludlum novels do indeed make for quite the odd pairing.
My playlist from yesterday reminded me of the tiny concert venues and clubs I crammed myself into during high school and college to see punk rock shows. It’s fascinating to me how we can be transported to a different moment time in the blink of an eye.
Our past experiences make us who we are. For better or worse, punk rock helped to shape my identity when I was younger. I don’t know what shaped your identity when you were younger, but I am comforted by the fact that no matter if you were also formed by punk rock, or if you hate that type of music, we all share a common identity in Christ Jesus.
I wish we spent less time criticizing the things that make us different, and instead celebrate the fact that we all have a new identity in Christ.
Keep rockin my friends,