Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Reflections of a U2 Fan

Several months ago, thanks to God, I was able to acquire tickets to the U2 concert for the Hottie Hubby and myself.

For anyone who knows me, they wouldn't have to think twice about who my favorite band is if asked. I have been a fan from the beginning of their career, not fully realizing how long that has actually been until this weekend when discussing U2 history with Hottie Hubby's cousin, Josh.

(This is only a small glimpse of the throng that was flocking to Soldier Field for the concert.
What if there was a line like this every Sunday to get into churches all over the world?)
(Getting ready to enter Soldier Field.)
(The view from our seats. Yes, we were in the nosebleed section.
No wonder I wasn't totally focused on the concert. I didn't have enough oxygen!)

Even the church we attended out in Colorado was known on occasion to use U2 songs for worship. If this seems a bit of a shock to you, please consider reading some of their lyrics and you will be delighted to find quite a bit of scripture and biblical allusion in their songs.

("We've found different ways of expressing it, and recognized the power of the media to manipulate such signs. Maybe we just have to sort of draw our fish in the sand. It's there for people who are interested. It shouldn't be there for people who aren't." -- Bono on faith, quoted in U2 at the End of the World)
Though a surreal experience and the biggest worldly desire on my bucket list,I found myself dwelling upon what comes AFTER the bucket list during the concert rather than the band.


60,000+ people were gathered at Soldier Field the night we were in attendance (there were two shows). This doesn't even come close to the number of angels and people who are/will be in heaven. As I stared at the crowds, belting out the chorus while Bono took the lead, I was reminded of the place that awaits me in heaven.

I was gripped by the idea and sincere desire to be as free to worship the Lord in church as I was standing several hundred feet in the air on a tiny aisle dancing my heart out and singing at the top of my lungs (as if to catch Bono's attention). And yes, I know that was a run on sentence.

Shouldn't I be doing that for God, too?

I absolutely love my church and enjoy worshipping God at my church, but I wondered if worship should be a bit more like a U2 concert. Imagine if everyone sang to God in unison, like we all sang Sunday night at Soldier Field.

We acted as one, united by a love for the music that U2 creates and plays. Imagine the potential . . . imagine the addiction for Jesus that would begin in renewed hearts--imagine how deaf we would all become.

It would be glorious. (And the hearing aide companies would be excited.)

("When people are screaming in some stadium or arena, they're not screaming at you,
they're screaming at themselves and the moment that song represents."
-- Bono, 2000)
But imagine me. What if I got that excited to spend time with God?

I have blogged about U2. I tweeted numerous times about U2. The Hottie Hubby and I had detailed discussions regarding various aspects about the concert, from the stage, to the lights, to our seatmates, to the decibel level recorded in our eardrums. I took over a hundred pictures . . . just trying to capture the exact angle of the stage . . . to get a glimpse of Bono that I could enlarge on my computer screen . . . furiously trying to capture the excitement that buzzed through the stadium.

Am I that excited for heaven? Am I that excited to spend time with Jesus? Do I take figurative pictures for the Lord everyday of me sitting down to read my bible, scripture editing my heart, or video that captures my daily worhip of the Lord in the small things that speak loudly to Him and my children?

To be honest, I'm not so sure that I do.

Take these shoes
Click clacking down some dead end street
Take these shoes and make them fit
Take this shirt
Polyester white trash made in nowhere
Take this shirt and make it clean, clean
Take this soul
Stranded in some skin and bones
Take this soul and make it sing, sing


Casey said...

Loved this one Jodi, got me thinking too.

Kelly the Kitchen Kop said...

Oh I loved this: "When people are screaming in some stadium or arena, they're not screaming at you,
they're screaming at themselves and the moment that song represents."
-- Bono, 2000

Such humility and I love how like you said, his lyrics point us closer to Christ. :)