Positive Encouraging K-Love

 

Positive Encouraging K-Love

Revelation 4:11 “Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honour and power: for thou hast created all things, and for thy pleasure they are and were created.”

1.      Glory be to the Father, and to the Son,
And to the Holy Ghost;
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be:
World without end. Amen.

The Hallelujah Chorus by Handel

     These are overcomer songs.  This is the triumphant Church knowing Her ground and proclaiming the victory of Christ over darkness. They are songs of declaration suitable around His throne.  So what of K-Love, the popular radio station?

     First, to the clear the air, I am not knocking K-Love. In fact, I support the station with monthly giving.  So that tells you of my understanding of its ministry.  Yet, as I listen to the popular playlist, I have a growing concern.

     You can tell a lot about a culture if you examine its entertainment.  K-Love is, for the most part, entertainment.  The words are encouraging, but if they came across the airwaves in a monotone droning without a catchy beat, we would change channels.

     The content of K-Love’s song selection in being pro-Jesus and truthful, I find no fault.  I do pose one question.  Does this content reveal a weak Church full of anxiety needing reassurance of the primal principles of faith?

     I understand the songs describe what happens when you take Jesus down into the trenches of everyday life.  He is our savior.  He is our friend.  He is our best buddy.  He is our therapist.  Mr. Self-Help on the call line.  He is my Jesus.  But, what of this child thing?

     In recent months of listening, the songs I remember continually talk about our identity with Him as His children.  No fault, no. But an unhealthy diet seems to make the baby fat.  Milk, milk!  Does the prevalence of these songs mean our Church is unsettled in its position as sons and daughters?

     I recently talked with my son of this.  He said the Church is emerging from a religious past.  In religion, you sacrifice relationship and all you have is a hollow church building smelling like moth balls.  Its mortgage weighs heavily on its attenders thus driving the tithe.  Holiday traditions dress up the children cutely, and all that holds the people together is an exoskeleton of self-righteousness with a cross on top.

     People are starving.  Our people are starving.  Emerging from this gravitational pull, they break free into the freedom of space.  Fetters fall.  Constraints lifted.  In the aftermath of the dissolution of traditional Christianity, what is left to catch them before they fall through the cracks?  A oneness with God.  He is our security amidst the change.

     Maybe that is the audience of K-Love.  They are to confront the negative, discouraging world as we select the frequency on our portable devices.  In this, I see a need.  I do hope it is not a litmus paper tell of the Her overall condition in America.

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