Sunday, January 9, 2005

House of Invention

This morning I had a dream that gave me the same sense I get often when I spend time with the saints of Kansas City ("saints" defined as "average people who stumble but get up and get under the Blood of Jesus... again and again...") in their prayers and praises to the Most High. It's the sense of invention and wonder. It's that scintillating atmosphere you feel in higher institutes of learning... but without the hubris and anxiety that often attends those. It's that sense of freshness you feel when stepping off the plane or the boat in those first moments of discovery in some strange, distant land.

So I wrote this song tonight to celebrate that real thing... that I happened to dream about this morning.

House of Invention

Funny. It's mysterious and dreamlike... but real... in the House of Invention, His "House of Prayer for All Nations."

Mark 11:17 Then he taught them by saying, "Scripture says, 'My house will be called a house of prayer for all nations,' but you have turned it into a gathering place for thieves."

The religious among us steal our souls... they steal our endurance... they are thieves of our wonder, thieves of our joy, thieves of our play, thieves of our worship, thieves of hard-earned dollars, yes, but they are also thieves of creative enterprise from our homes, thieves of our family life, thieves of our adventure... and they are thieves of our inventions.

Let us become as children and explore again, shall we? There is no place safer and more expansive than in the "house" of the Maker of the Univers... He who created us has also redeemed us... for a Kingdom of Wonders Unimaginable.

If you turned out as many inventions as Nikolai Tesla... you'd just be scratching the surface.