CCM is not the Devil

I'm currently stationed in Asbury Seminary, looking for an apartment to live in for my next two years with a woman whom I will live with for my entire life. It's an exciting adventure, one that hopefully will spark many thoughts for writing on this blog. But for now, I have a simple thought to present.

Contemporary Christian Music is my musical homeland. The core of my subjective interaction with it will always be Christian Punk/Rock: bands like Santus Real, Relient K, or Audio Adrenaline. Whenever I think of music that I truly enjoy, that I immediately attach myself to, it is music such as this. My foundation is wider than these bands. I readily identify with Kutless, Thousand Foot Krutch, dctalk, P.O.D., and lighter bands like Jars of Clay and Steven Curtis Chapman. These bands, this music is my childhood. I can listen to this and remember a life a decade ago. I do not discount other people's music. I have traveled abroad and lived in many lands. I went to Nathaniel's world and tasted many techno and trance beats. I've been to Jillian's world and indulged pleasantly in classical music of stunning varieties. I love these other fresh expressions of music. Much of it is far better than the music I come from. But these other forms of music will always be someone else's music. Christian Rock will always be my music, the music of my past and heritage.

I consider it a great blessing to find my music on Jessica's iPod. It was listening to it on the way down to Kentucky that inspired this post. It brightens my heart to know that we come from the same traditions at least in this one tiny way. And when our children complain about our old people songs, they'll be hearing this.