This is a very inspiring introspective about love, life and happiness:
Skateboarding means different things to many different people. For a skateboarder, it simply means freedom, total and complete freedom. It is hard to explain. You need a poet to do it justice. Words can hardly describe that sense of absolute creative freedom that skateboarding engenders nor its ability to fill the heart of the youth with the passion and determination to conquer the world around them.
The way skateboarders see the world is very different. A handrail or concrete drainage ditch are not just a handrail or a drainage ditch, but a canvas upon which you can draw lines with your skateboards, a canvas that screams at you and demands the best that your creativity can offer. The only limitation is your imagination and that’s what makes skateboarders so different. They can see beauty in the ordinary and approach with the heart of a poet.
Skateboarding ability to ignite the imagination and instigate the endurance and determination required to meet her demands is uniquely powerful. It is a simple and unadulterated love that challenges you to push your limits and forces to keep trying even after exhaustion has set in but that also rewards with the ultimate rush of accomplishment when you land it.
It is this love and shared passion for skateboarding that begets such strong fellowship amongst skateboarders. It is a common language that transcends cultures and social differences. It does not care who you are or where are you from. It does not even care what is it that you are trying only that, shared love and passion, the blood and sweat that put into it that unites you with those around you in the pursue of the ultimate freedom.
Thank you skateboarding!
Note: I wrote this in honor of Go Skateboarding Day, June 21. If you want to explore a bit more about the transforming power of skateboarding I invited you to watch the above documentary about skateboarding and to visit these websites:
Skateistan a website about girls skateboarding in Afghanistan.
I really didn’t know much about who Hans Urs von Balthasar was until I came across this video from Fr. Barron. I can’t help it but to learn more about this great 20th theologian of the Catholic Church in the near future.
Apart from the power of beauty in evangelization (which is a theme that I love) what I found most interesting about this video is Fr. Barron observation about Fr. Balthasar’s Christology and anthropology, which is centered on the very biblical idea that we don’t know our identity unless we know our mission.
What is our vocation? What is it that we are called to be? I think that our vocation is simply a tool that God uses to allow us to pour back the love that he has filled our hearts with, for the benefit and the building up of His Body. That is why it is so important to really listen to the movement in our hearts and follow that passion because we can truly change the world.
As St. Catherine of Sienna said:
“Be who God meant you to be and you will set the world on fire.”
Moreover, just as we can find our identity in our mission (as Abraham, Israel, Peter and Paul did), it also shows us the road towards sainthood. After all, as Leon Bloy once said:
“The only real sadness, the only real failure, the only great tragedy in life, is not to become a saint.”
I still have such a long way to go. Keep me in your prayers.
Be a Saint!
From time to time I get into a band so intently that I hardly listen to anything else. Has that ever happen to you? The fact that I keep coming back to listen to it over and over tells me that it is not just disposable melodies, whose enjoyment and novelty burst open just after a few listens, but a real musical effort that has substance, whose full beauty demands time to unpack and discover all its subtleties.
Atlas by Sleeping at Last is one of such albums. Ever since my best friend introduced me to it, I have been captivated by this amazing musical marvel. Atlas is a yearlong project by Ryan O’Neal, a singer and songwriter behind the band Sleeping at Last.
O’Neal describes, Atlas, as an “overarching story of how our universe came to be, and how we were woven together inside it”*. It is a storybook about us looking at the heavens and marveling at the wonders of creation while navigating the vast oceans of human existence. The lyrics give witness to such epic task when he sings:
You say it one more time,
That the universe was made
Just to be seen by my eyes.
With shortness of breath, I’ll explain the infinite
How rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist.
Atlas might be the best Christian album that I have ever listened to. The lyrics are grounded on a firm admiration of creation and the uniqueness and preciousness of life while its melodies constantly remind you of the beauty and elegance of creation. It is like O’Neal songwriting agrees with the psalmist in every song:
“The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands”.
I am not even sure if Sleeping at Last considered themselves as a Christian band or even if they agree with such category, but they sing about hope, forgiveness, frailty, desire, love, hope and wonder, all essential ingredients of the great drama that is life.
If I have peaked your interest go and visit their at website: http://sleepingatlast.com
When I was growing up I had a friend who was into, what I can only describe as “death metal Christian band” either that or a “screamo” Christian band. To this day I have no idea what that was, all I remember thinking: “boy that is odd”. Years later I remember talking to an evangelical friend and telling him how odd is to have a “death metal” Christian band singing songs of worship. Just imagine someone shouting from the top of his lungs with a deep ghastly voice: “Jesus Saves You” over and over against the backdrop of screams and dissonant guitar riffs… odd, isn’t? My friend said: if that leads them to Christ then he was fine with it. I quickly agree with him and move on…
Years later, I am confronted with a slightly different question: why modern Christian art is so bad? Let me make some distinctions before you stop reading. When I say bad I mean humdrum, preachy and uninspiring. For example, movies with a Christian themes tend to be long protracted sermons aimed at having someone to accept Jesus as their personal lord and savior right on the spot but are devoid of the great drama of human life. They only have one audience in mind: churchgoing Christians. Another example is praise and worship music. I don’t listen to it. I rather think most of it is just plain bad. I am sorry but it is just an opinion. I find myself closer to God listening to Sigur Ros, an admittedly pagan band with a homosexual front man, than anything I hear on your garden variety of praise and worship station.
This is a generalization. On one hand, there are movies like The Kid with a Bike or the Son, by the Belgian filmmakers Dardenne brothers, that have profound but subtle Christian themes, the detrimental effects of an absent father on the former and forgiveness on the latter. On the other hand, you have movies like Mel Gibson’s masterpiece the Passion of the Christ. Which challenges you in almost every single frame because it conveys the story of the greatest love that ever was and does so superbly.
The art of subtlety, for the most part, has been lost in Christian art. Subtlety is powerful because it bypasses your own biases and hits you, like a clever joke that conveys some truth. The beauty and the sense of wonder about our faith are often lost because we are so close to it and the filmmakers don’t know how to translate it into the screen. Also, we are guilty of forgetting that before the resurrection there was the passion, that without the Cross, there is no Easter. That, in the drama of life, sin and redemption are powerful. Yet we often don’t really see that in most Christian films. The characters are fixed from beginning till end. No real danger of a precipice to fall and thereby no payoff, no growth and no dramatic event, such as in God is not Dead movie. Alternatively, movies like Joe managed to convey this tight rope dance between sin and redemption, between the ugliness and the beauty of life. I can’t really recommend this movie to everyone, but it tells the story of a very sinful man searching for redemption and making a difference in the life of a kid.
I think this is why we are losing the so-called culture war. We are afraid of engaging the culture where it is and if we do, we can’t resist the urge to preach and succumbing to all temptations and pitfalls of a bore.
The answer is that we should not conform to the “isn’t that nice” attitude. Why not offer the best we can offer? Why not stride to make the best art we can make and not just pay lip service to something that we believe? Why not build cathedrals whose stain glasses are a living gospel that evangelizes the illiterate? Why not be passionate about the gift that God as given you and share them with the world?
St. Paul says in Romans 12:6: “Since we have gifts that differ according to the grace given to us, let us exercise them…” If you are a blogger, a musician, an aspiring filmmaker or a photographer just make the best blog, the best music, the best film and the best picture that you can make… after all any frame can be a Cathedral stain glass that can evangelize the unbeliever.
If you are interested in this subject, I highly recommend the essay: Why Heathen makes the best Christian Films or Peter Kreef’s talk about Beauty from which I took a lot of inspiration writting this post. Tell me what think in the comments below.
One more note:
Funny thing, I started writing this post wanting to write about Sleeping at Last recently completed a yearlong music album “Atlas”. They are one of my favorite bands that embody the spirit that I wrote about. I guess I will save that post for later.
“If a thing is worth doing, it is worth doing badly.”
What’s Wrong with the World
This should be the motto of every amateur in the world! I subscribe to the idea that passion should always come first and “perfection” will follow.
Here is a great article about this often misquoted quote by Chesterton: A Thing Worth Doing