Well, there seems to be some confusion over the removal of comments connected to my blog entry.  

I deleted my entire blog entry to keep the focus on the prayer from the DNC, and not on the controversy or tension stirred by my entry.  When I deleted the blog, all of the comments attached to the blog also deleted.  I was unaware that this would happen.  

For those who believe I was weeding out criticism and only leaving positive remarks, that is not the case.  EVERY comment attached to the original blog was deleted.

I appreciate your comments regarding my tunnel vision and my inability to accept criticism, which may or may not be true at various points of my day... However, those comments do not apply to this blog or the speculation surrounding the removal of comments.  

I do not weed out negative criticism.  It is in large part why I write and engage... I can not learn anything myself if I am not mixing things up with people who do not share my beliefs or opinions.  The value of the blog is diminished if I only hear from people who share my views.  Please enter into the conversation thoughtfully and I will listen.  

Carry on... -Dan




Passion vs. Humanity vs. Passion...etc

The intention of my original Facebook post was to celebrate the opportunity that Jena Nardella had to stand up and pray for our nation.  It quickly turned into a forum for people to express their hatred of the DNC.  Some of the comments responding to the post were moving the conversation into the tall weeds of abortion and politics.  I decided to write about how misplaced passion creates untimely and callous tactics.  This was my response to one persons attempt at taking a celebratory statement and turning it into something else. 

This post is not about the abortion issue, nor is it about politics.  The comments suggesting that I am pro-abortion are unfounded.  I took this post down last night after Jena Nardella’s prayer.   Quite a few people have asked to read it, so I am putting it back up.  


The original post:


I know, I know… It is a bit of a viper’s nest and no one should really spend too much time reading the comments… BUT… I did. 

I recently wrote this post on the Jars of Clay Facebook page:

“Immensely proud of Blood:Water Mission’s Executive Director, Jena Lee Nardella!  She was asked to give the closing prayer tonight at the DNC!  There could not have been a better Christian leader chosen for the task!”

I don’t know why I am still surprised at the responses.  But I had to bring a comment to the surface for a number of reasons.  First, because of the back handed nature of the comment and, secondly, because I am slightly shocked by the number of people who “liked” it.

The comment:  “Is she planning on mentioning the amount of innocent blood that has been shed by the millions of babies who have been aborted because the policies of the DNC?”

Where do I begin?  Why do people write such things?  Who does this person hope to persuade through this comment? What positive tactic does this person feel they are employing that will help draw people into the conversation in a constructive way?  And why do other people encourage this behavior by “liking” it? 

There are SO MANY things wrong with this comment the least of them is the implications that a political party drives cultural norms.  Blaming politicians for the actions of individuals and societies may be the biggest reason things do not ever change for the better.  As far as I can tell, people who feel the need to have abortions are not considering the legislative issues surrounding their present situation while they are in the midst of crisis.  As far as I can tell, people do not generally have abortions as a means of making a political statement.  There are societal pressures and situational stresses that play into the decisions people make, and ultimately people are responsible for their choices. 

Or is this just a high stakes version of a family vacation where the kids hit each other and neither will stop because the other person started it.  Do we not see the error of this kind of thinking?    

That aside, passion does NOT afford us the opportunity to be inhumane.  No matter what we are fighting for or against, our arguments become mute if we lose the care for humanity on all levels.  This small Facebook comment sent me a very clear message.   This person is passionate about unborn children and the fight to make abortion illegal.  In fact this person cares about saving lives so much that it causes a failure to be able to just celebrate the 700,000 lives that a person like Jena Nardella has helped save.  Passion is not a justifiable excuse for such tunnel vision. 

If your cause is so close that you cannot see any other good going on in the world and illuminate it and celebrate it when it is happening, you are too close. 

Another comment on the Facebook page said this:

“Jena has had babies named after her because of her life-giving dedication to bringing water to Africa.  How about focusing  on the amazing accomplishments she’s done and not your will for her.”

I couldn’t have said it better. 

In closing, Jena has the opportunity to pray for our nation.  She has been given the task of stepping into a room and asking God to be in the decisions of our political leadership.  She has the gift of standing before a nation and reminding us all that serving the poor around the world is transcendent of political party. 

That is worth celebrating even as we mourn the reality that people are still dying from preventable diseases.  We celebrate this moment even while our tears for the suffering still sting our eyes.  We rejoice that God is moving in our politics, even as the confusion over what is best for our nation weighs heavily on our minds and hearts. 

This is not a simple time with simple answers hanging low for the picking.  We would be wise to remember our passions were once sparked by a human story, and not let them become so great that we cease to be humane ourselves. 

Okay… I will step off my box once again.  Thanks.  …oh, and remember to vote, but remember to reach out into your community and do something to love someone else. 


An Unfinished Record; An Uncharted Path

We have been in the studio for two weeks.  Taking a large piece of rock and chipping away to find the sculpture within.  Mostly, the songs are written.  There are lyrics to be finished, and obsessed over.  And the skin of each song has yet to be identified.  The tone of each song’s delivery will come in time.  And so I know that I am jumping the gun a bit here. But as I sit and listen to the developing songs, I am increasingly aware that there is a chance that not many people will hear this record.  Not because the songs are not good enough, or the recording less than excellent.  I think this will be a great record. The reason this record may be unheard is not musical in nature.

I fear these recordings may get dismissed because Jars of Clay has a fairly entrenched brand conception. People outside of the general church community may not seek this record out.  And since the themes of the record are very far from evangelical Christianity, the church community will most likely not embrace this record.  Which, on one hand, is a relief.  I am pretty weary from years of pretending to be more of something than I am.  I am tired of carrying evangelical expectations on my shoulders.  I have never been so sure of my faith that I was able to find a true home in the church communities where we played most of our shows.  Our particular style of writing and the perspective that we have written from has not been an easy fit into an artistic community that has such a massive agenda and only a single idea of how that agenda gets accomplished.  I don’t fit there.  I may have at one point.  I did grow up as a youth group kid wearing a t-shirt with a picture of Jesus on it.  I did drive a car with a “Christian” bumper sticker on it.  And at one point, I was sure of who God was, and how God operated.  But I am not that way now.  And so it is impossible to write from that old version of myself. I am in the middle space. 

These songs are honest expressions of what life around us looks like.  The descriptions of love and pain, loneliness and hope are real to us.  It is what frustrates me about the general church audience.  If artistic expressions do not have an evangelical agenda, or they don’t explicitly cheer for Jesus, they tend to fail commercially.  In my experience, the music with those kinds of agendas is shallow and somehow not ultimately believable to me.  Ironically, what people probably want, and have a hard time articulating, is a description that gives voice to their experiences of doubt and faith and life, but they have been tricked into a very narrow view of where those descriptions come from.  And so they often settle for the Jesus cheerleaders or worship songs that have been loaded with sentimentality but not reality.  People set expectations that they are going to connect with real life during their worship services through the medium of worship music.  At the same time, people may forget entirely or dismiss the movie that described a portion of hard life that their soul found resonance with, because it wasn’t in a church context.  This doesn’t mean there is no space for evangelicalism.  But it is such a tiny sliver of the entire pie.  It is, “crumbs under the table. “  

I can’t begin to draw a map that leads us all into a better place.  And I wouldn’t change the path that got Jars of Clay to this point in our career.  I have to believe that God is in our story.  I have to believe that if God wanted to, we would be blissfully entrenched in a subculture, happy as clams to just rehash the same words to describe or even impose a right wing, conservative “Jesus figure.”  I imagine if God wanted us to have that kind of perspective, he could have barred us from so many enlightening conversations.  He could have kept us away from Africa or China.  He could have bent our ears away from the music of Depeche Mode, or U2, or XTC or David Bowie.  He could have kept us away from the magnificent artistic expressions of others walking this world in search of meaning.  He could have kept us away from the hard questions.  He could have blinded our eyes to the suffering of the world.  He could have never let “Blood:Water Mission,” with all its orbiting theologians and faithless figures and their coinciding conversations happen.  He could have never let us fall in love.  God could have never let us feel the weight of hard relationships.  He could have kept us from having children of our own.  He could have left us unscathed by the deaths of friends and relatives.  He could have done all of this, and we might be different.  He could have removed our longing to describe these things.  He could have removed the longing for connection that permeates every tone and syllable of a “Jars of Clay” song.  God could have kept us from asking good questions.

God gave us a story, and a space to fill.  And it isn’t really in the same neighborhood as the evangelical church.  And so our music will be disappointing to many.  People will inevitably engage us with the question, “Are you going secular?” or, “Why don’t you sing about Jesus?” or, “How come you don’t share the gospel?”   And some of those people will be angry.  Some of them won’t have the tools necessary to understand that anger, or the fear that creates it.  Some people will see our form of artistic expression as a threat.  Some will categorize us as “back-sliders.“  I wish I had more patience and time for those people.  But actually being present in my day takes a lot of energy.  Actually remembering who I am, and what my unique voice in the world is takes focus.  And I suppose I have been influenced by lots of angry people over the years until I woke up and couldn’t remember what my own perspective was. 

So, I wonder what people will do with this record.  I wonder if they will be able to get past evangelical hang-ups.  If they don’t, I have to assume that this record wasn’t for them.  I can’t wait to meet the people that this record IS for.  I bet they have lived some hard times.  I bet they have some unanswered questions.  I bet they pray a lot, without the motive of getting something, but rather, to remind them that the foundation is under their feet somewhere.  I imagine the person who appreciates this record will care about the nuance of both music and life. 

In a way, this record represents, for me,  a self-imposed eviction notice from a religious community that is unfit to live in.  I am packing up my things.  I will gather my questions, my opinions, my mistakes and confessions and start walking in search of….  Well,  lets not get too ahead of ourselves.  


SATAN'S PUPPET? Really?...just sign your name.

Let’s begin here…  

If you have followed the fight against modern day slavery or even found the topic of sex trafficking in your periphery at any point, you probably became aware of International Justice Mission. 

They have been using their knowledge and resources to bring justice to people who wrongfully enslave others or keep girls trapped in sexual rings where they are forced into prostitution.  This is a simplification of the work they do.  They have been responsible for bringing freedom and healing to countless girls and families.

They have recently been asking people to join with them in signing a petition that would influence President Obama’s awareness and approach to the kinds of injustices that IJM is working to end.

 It seems simple doesn’t it?  Just add your name to a list of people who care that young girls are not forced into prostitution?  It seems simple enough to add a name to a list of people who want to make sure entire families are not forced into manual labor hauling bricks as voiceless, helpless servants.  Just add a name to a list that helps bring momentum in the fight to get people who are wrongfully imprisoned with life sentences because they did not speak the language of their accusers and were unable to defend themselves in a trial situation? 

So what’s the problem?   On the Jars of Clay Facebook page, on IJM’s  behalf, we asked our audience to add their names to the list. 

Here are a few comments: 


“Ask Congress, President Obama has been their slave for 3 years now!”

“Why would Obama help end slavery? He's a socialist... that equates to modern day slavery.”

“Lol, Jesus a socialist? That’s rediculous. How many socialists would defend Christianity today? Certainly not Obama! He knows more about Koran than he does the bible. Its sad how many people do not really know what is going on with our country.”

“Then why not go to Europe and stop sex trafficking yourself? Why not got to Africa and stop slavery yourself?  Those are deprivations of human rights throughout several foreign countries. And you want me to sign a petition to the president of the US to "end it all"?  This isn't a political matter, let alone a national political matter, stop making it one and be a valuable asset to your cause.  Ignorance will make you feel better, but it won't take away hurt from real people with real problems.”

“It is an issue of knowing it (the petition) is being handed to a presence that has no morals that makes little sense to me. How do you ask satan's puppet to show mercy? Unless of course it would benefit it's ratings for the upcoming election.

Just how do you believe this will change the hearts of man? I appreciate your devotion but you know what hits a nerve with me; abortion and contraceptives and yet these horrific nightmare's still exists. Some people do things in other ways such as FASTING, SACRIFICING and PRAYING with all their heart and all their might.  Voices sent to the Maker and Ruler of all the earth are promised to be heard and I believe these acts of faith are also promised by God to be productive! Not much can be confidently heard by those in sending stacks of protests to satan's puppet.  I do not put my "hope" in satan's puppet.”

These comments are frustrating to me on many levels. 

My initial reaction was to block all of these people from our Facebook page.  But that would not represent the “Middle Space”  where we want to exist… as frustrating as it is to have these voices at the table, they are invited.  Perhaps the biggest issue is that not a single comment acknowledged that we are talking about REAL slavery.  IF you can believe it, this isn't about you and  your political leanings, or convictions surrounding who should be or shouldn’t be the President of the United States!

How can anyone decide not to sign a petition like this based on political dissatisfaction?  Are people so compartmentalized that their lives are that distanced from actual human experience that they can look at a situation like child slavery and prostitution and find “politics” as a good reason to NOT simply put their names on a list?

Do people not consider actual people?

“I’m sorry little girl, I know you are being raped repeatedly every night, but I’m frustrated with a political leader that doesn’t share my views, so I just can’t help you out by signing a petition. It’s just too much for me to handle right now.”

NOTE:  This is NOT to guilt you into doing anything.  This is to show the short sightedness of the arguments that have already been posted as to why someone isn’t going to sign it. 

I know that some people are afraid of giving out their information, or the internet and technology is a big scary monster breathing spam and porn links and shamwow advertisements, and so people are hesitant to add their info to a petition. 

Those reasons somehow are not as bad because, they represent a bit more of an innocent reasoning… BUT for those who are actually standing behind a “political conviction,” and are willing to back up the inaction,  it is unjustifiable in my eyes.

Another angle...  

The mentality that some Christians have regarding prayer as the only action they are required to take, and prayer as a kind of absolution from the problems at hand is tragic.

I believe prayer matters.  I believe God answers prayer.  I believe we have the privilege of knowing more of God’s heart through prayer and contemplative disciplines.  BUT….BUT…. I don’t think it is enough in a situation like this to say,  "I won’t sign our petition, but I will pray."  

I truly believe God answers prayers through HIS people.  I believe we are the hands and feet and eyes to look compassionately at the world.  I think we pray as a means to have our eyes widened and perspectives drawn to the places where we are to bring our own hands and heart to bear on the injustice of our time.

If we are aware of an action that would serve the poor or a person in need, (especially actions that don’t put us in harms way or funnel us into some reckless activity that may hurt others) WHY wouldn’t we act? 

And if we don’t act, How do we justify it with Bibilical ideas?  Or Hide behind scriptures.   I have learned that serving others is a privilege, not an interruption to MY life.  I don’t think the Bible EVER speaks in opposition to this. 

IF a person sees an opportunity where they can help and does nothing that is fine.  Accept that I will think of them (as I would myself in those situations) as lazy or callous, or misguided, or sadly naïve, or busy,…or… a host of other things both decent and sometimes evil… BUT There is no place for using prayer as a reason for inaction and it will never cause me to consider them spiritual, or devout, or faithful. 

If IJM was asking us to travel to Uganda or Cambodia for a month to serve in aftercare facilities, I could understand why someone would choose not to do so.  The difference is in a specific calling to this kind of story… not everyone will be called to it.  A good friend once reminded me that, “the need does not necessitate the calling.”  Basically, just because you see the need does not mean it is entirely yours to see to it. “  We must know where we are best utilized.  However… this is a simple act, 30 seconds.  It took most of us longer to brush our teeth this morning. 

Rest assured, Obama is  NOT “Satan’s Puppet”  as one comment mentioned,  any more than you or I. 

We can cut our strings and act like real people who love real people, or we can stay wooden and heartless and continue to let our excuses keep us from action.  I will know jump down from my soapbox.


Roller Girls + Coffee

I woke up this morning, got dressed and walked off the bus in search of coffee. I was guided down to the lake and a coffee shop called, Alterra by The Lake.

We are getting ready for our third show of this tour. Already, there has been something different about the shows. It is hard to put my finger on it, but I would describe it as a freedom, or a weightlessness.

As I made my way in line at the coffee shop, I noticed a group of girls wearing t-shirts that said, "Brew City Bruisers."

They were a Roller Derby team. I decided I wanted to say hello. The vocation of a Rollergirl is intriguing to me. It seems like a hard kind of life.

I grabbed my coffee and sat outside. Once I mustered enough courage, I walked in and politely asked if I could have the honor of a photograph with them. The intimidation I felt left immediately, as they smiled and graciously said yes.

Once back at Turner Hall, I told the story of meeting the girls to a local helper. He grumbled something about lesbians and kissing, and getting beat up.

I invited the girls to the show. One of the things that struck me was that "the middle space" leaves room to invite rollergirls to a Jars concert. It might not have been an accepting environment had we been in a church, for all the reasons on both sides of the conversation. I was grateful for Turner Hall, and the chance to play in a neutral venue like this. It reminds me a lot of the first years of touring.

Hopefully some of the girls will show up. It was mostly just good to feel the freedom to invite.

That is the middle space. It has room for everyone. Come join us tonight.

Milwaukee, WI at Turner Hall. Maybe you can have your picture taken with a Rollergirl!