Blue Like Jazz. What am I not supposed to say now that I know all the “right” authors, and pastors, and blogs, and doctrine? Am I supposed to say now how this was a “good” movie “but I have cautions before I recommend it” because of it “doctrinal liberties” and “lack of the true Gospel”?
I am being sarcastic. I just watched it, being that the book is one of my husband’s favorites, and I read it in college. I remember liking it, before I was discerning, before I understand what Truth was. I remember after I became a theological snob (somewhat), thinking that Donald Miller wasn’t who I should be quoting, or reading, or liking.
The end of this movie really hit me, as I sit here, realizing that I am the biggest hypocrite of all. Who am I, to judge anyone, when I myself am so far gone a sinner? Praise the Lord for His sacrifice, because I know I could not earn my salvation. Never.
“There is something beautiful about a billion stars held steady by a God who knows what He is doing. (They hang there, the stars, like notes on a page of music, free-form verse, silent mysteries swirling in the blue like jazz.)”
It reminds me of that Hillsong song, “Your voice calls the stars by their name, and whispers them all to their place to testify of Your wonder and grace both now and forever.”
I feel some things too much, and right now I feel everything too much, wondering how I could go so far into doctrine that I forget that there is so much more than knowing the right thing or saying the right thing. Of course, OF COURSE, doctrine is important, and theology is important. Interpretation is important. But sometimes, I look back at the girl I was when I first met Jesus and fell in love with Him, and I wish time could have stopped in its track. I wish I could have lived there for a while, in the infinite dance with my Creator, in a wonderous stupor with how He could love a poor wretched sinner such as myself. Before I started thinking, subconsciously of course, that my knowledge of Scripture now somehow delighted Him, and I found favor with Him because I could tell you what John Piper thought about just about anything.
I don’t want to be that first man, who goes to pray and thanks God that He is not like the unbeliever, unknowledgeable in his ways.
I pray I will always be like the second man, saying “Have mercy on me, a sinner. “
That is what I learned tonight from “Blue Like Jazz.” Even if it is not cool to say so.