Sundays with Bey

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Last night I got a chance to catch some of the HBO Documentary Beyonce: Life is But a Dream. I wasn’t planning on it because I don’t care too much about the lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous, but I happened to find myself in the right place at the right time.

Bey was opening up about her daughter and how she is adjusting to the more domestic life. I was truly caught off guard by what would be the most emotional bit of her entire documentary.

Her belief in God.

Watching this I cringed because I remember all the snap judgments and crass remarks made by Christians about Beyonce, just a few weeks ago, on Superbowl Sunday. Within a span of ten minutes evangelicals condemned her as a Harlot, a temptress out to take down our young men and women of faith. Church parents freaked and shut off the TV and vowed that come garbage day, those albums would be at the bottom of the bucket.

And then, I drift back a bit further to when I’m in the first grade, clutching my copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone… To this day I still treasure those books for the adventures they took me on, but also for making me realize how absurd our Christian culture can be. JK Rowling was called a witch and a Satanist and a hack, by a lot of folks who refused to even read a page she wrote. My friend’s mom got the school board to purge all of her books off the library shelf. Only years later would Christians come around and realize that JK Rowling is a Christ follower. Her books were inspired by the works of C.S. Lewis and J.R. Tolkien. Better late than never I guess.

Why, dear brethren, is different always so dangerous? Why must we continue to wag fingers at people and ideas that we know nothing of?

If only our voice was as beautiful as Beyonce’s or imaginative as the writings of JK Rowling. Maybe then we might stop being the loud drunk in the corner of the Subway car.

Maybe we might take a trip to Hogwarts and absorb the words of Dumbledore, telling Tom Riddle:

You place too much importance… on the so-called purity of blood!  You fail to recognize that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be!

 

Blessings,

RR

PS: The God piece starts around 1:20

 

 

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