A touch of reality...

Hello again, been a little break but I just wanted to share a little experience I had yesterday.....

I frequent a little show which they like to call 'Artistic Souls', held in the heart of Birmingham each month. Hosted by well known Birmingham personality Andre 'Soul' Hesson, you find a place where spoken word talent and underground poets sit back, relax and share their inspirations. I was truly inspired when I left the show last night. There were two pieces which really brought home what it means to be real. A poet named Deci4Life started the onslaught with a piece about a 15 year old, who was raped, an act which he described in great detail. This was coupled with a call for the 'examples' (olders) in the community to step up in their roles. During a piece by a young Brum poet by the name of Kesha C, I was silenced. She spoke with such an honesty during her poem directed 'to a mother' that I was thinking 'what do I actually have to bring to the table'.

These guys spoke about life in such a real way that I dared not bring something that was just a poem, lacking the heart, passion, intensity and REALITY that the preceding pieces had. I felt challenged to my core with one question on my lips. How can I as a Christian be someone with such life changing power on the inside, yet be so afraid of my heart, my feelings, emotions and my testimony. My question was directed to both me and those who share my profession.  

Why won't we write poems addressing the turmoil of a mother or father walking out on us, and through it show the healing brought to our lives, by us choosing to forgive?  
And why don't we speak of the pain associated with abortion, if its something we've experienced showing how God's love and forgiveness got us through?

When will we become real and not live in pretence? True and not deceptive?

Light without living with hidden darkness?

The Dub poet, Kokumo who went on after me said (and I paraphrase)

'I want you to shout 'Yes man' or give you signs of approval with a voice of agreement. None of the clapping which you've been doing tonight. That kinda clapping ah church dat fah. No offense to the young poet who just brought some concious lyrics.....'

Since when was the church associated with passionless praise, and a clapping because it's a necessary....

Why are we seen to the world as 'too unreal' for the average 'living breathing human' to get to grips with?

Jesus was real, and he still is....Something has to change....