By: Trevor Persaud
April 11, 2014
We no longer wait on the world to change. We’re the incarnation of change.
The music started late on Friday night, without warning. Some people found a sitting room on the third floor and opened up a coffee-table jam session. I walked in while a guitarist was playing (what had begun as) John Mayer’s “Waiting on the World to Change,” accompanied by a recycle-bin hand drum. Over that theme, others improvised spoken-word poetry, chants, or whatever inspired them.
When Mayer faded, the group asked for Bible verses. One woman offered the tattoo on her arm: “I stood there saved—surprised to be loved.” That became the opening movement in a beautiful, meandering praise improvisation that snaked back and forth through the pages of Scripture. Friday night set the tone for the weekend: creative spirits throwing out sparks which caught fire in each other’s hearts.
More than the diversity of the group as a whole, the diversity of traditions and experiences within each person’s spiritual story amazed me. I met a woman who had grown up a traditional Catholic and still revered Mary as a Foursquare Pentecostal; a musician and poet who described himself as a “PentaLutheran” or a “LutherCostal”; a tech entrepreneur, preparing to become a deacon in a Presbyterian Church; multiple people whose old church ties had frayed or broken over sexual identity or theology of gender; and a host of young adults eagerly engaging with the full spectrum of faith and innovation on display.
Maybe God has called this generation to the oft-neglected task of listening to one another, sharing our songs, and combining to create something beautiful. Look into some of the billions of eyes through which the Holy Spirit peeks into our world. Each perspective is infinitely interesting and valuable to the one who created us. We no longer wait on the world to change. We’re the incarnation of change.