Music that speaks to the Soul …

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Rick Elias passed away this week.
You likely won’t hear about it, but you should.
Rick was one of the good guys in the ‘Christian Music Industry’.
His debut album in 1990 is still one of my top ten favorites and worthy of playing on repeat.
Rick was also a founder of the Ragmuffin Band.  A group that went on to keep the dreams and music of Rich Mullins alive for many years.
I will miss Rick and in missing him, I am reminded that I miss Rich.
Rich died too soon as well.  I can still close my eyes and see Rich Mullins sitting at the back of my church reading mail in his flip flops, Mickey Mouse Sweatshirt, and torn jeans.
I miss the music that Rich would have written.
I miss the messages his music would have given.

Music has always been a part of my faith journey.  When I couldn’t find the words, it seemed others understood me with their songs.  Rick and Rich were two that captured my soul.

And so on a quiet Indiana evening driving on US 40 near Richmond, IN (his hometown) there he is . . . singing on my car stereo . . . teaching me still . . . reminding me with words that are old, but still new.

The Maker of Noses by Rich Mullins

I believe there is a place where people live in perfect peace

Where there is food on every plate
Where work is rewarded and rest is sweet
Where the color of your skin
Won’t get you in or keep you out
Where justice reigns and truth finally wins
Its hard fought war against fear and doubt

And everyone I know wants to go there too
But when I ask them how to do it they seem so confused
Do I turn to the left?
Do I turn to the right?
When I turn to the world they gave me this advice

They said boy you just follow your heart
But my heart just led me into my chest
They said follow your nose
But the direction changed every time I went and turned my head
And they said boy you just follow your dreams
But my dreams were only misty notions
But the Father of hearts and the Maker of noses
And the Giver of dreams He’s the one I have chosen
And I will follow Him

I believe there’ll come a time
Lord I pray it’s not too far off
There’ll be no poverty or crime
There’ll be no greed and we will learn how to love
And children will be safe in their homes
And there’ll be no violence out on the streets
The old will not be left alone
And the strong will learn how to care for the weak

And everyone I know hopes it comes real soon
But when I ask ’em where I’d find it they seem so confused
Do I find it in the day?
Do I find it in the night?
When I finally ask the world they give me this advice

Well they said boy you just follow your heart
But my heart just led me into my chest
They said follow your nose
But the direction changed every time I went and turned my head
And they said boy you just follow your dreams
But my dreams were only misty notions
But the Father of hearts and the Maker of noses
And the Giver of dreams He’s the one I have chosen

It’s time to pull out those old CDs and let somebody else speak for my soul.
Thanks Rich and with a nod to Rick this has been my confession of love.

Author:

I am a United Methodist Pastor and have the privilege of serving as the Senior Pastor for the church of my childhood. I preach in a place I once was an acolyte. I love to preach, but more importantly I love to teach. I firmly believe that Faith Matters and should affect how we live. This blog is a place where I come to share the randomness that is life and faith ... and the intersection of the two.

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