
Two weeks ago the children’s ministry at our church presented their annual Christmas program during our corporate worship gathering. It was, I suspect, much like those that take place in almost every church across the country: cute kids dressed up festively like miniature adults, singing off-key, flailing their arms about attempting choreography, all while their proud parents snapped pictures and took video on their iPhones. The show was a big hit, complete with a standing ovation at the end. One of the songs they sang really struck me. Its chorus went like this: “Jesus is the rock and he rolls my blues away.”
That’s it—just one line. But they repeated it a lot: “Jesus is the rock and he rolls my blues away/Jesus is the rock and he rolls my blues away/Jesus is the rock and he rolls my blues away.”
Now normally, I doubt I would have given this song a second thought, if even a first. But this day, it really gave me pause. I happened to be sitting next to someone who I knew was going through a real hard time, someone who was suffering—whose blues were not being rolled away by the Jesus in whom he placed all his faith. And so, as the children cheerily sang “Jesus is the rock and he rolls my blues away”, I wondered how my friend heard that. He was polite enough to grin along with everyone else, but I can’t help think that he must’ve just scoffed as they sang this song about the apparent good news of Christmas—that Jesus makes us happy, clap our hands.
As Dickens would say, this is more of gravy than of grave.
In his book, Above All Earthly Powers: Christ in a Postmodern World, David Wells writes that the kind of “spiritual gravitas” which marks so much of American evangelicalism is simply unable to “match the depth of horrendous evil and address issues of [seriousness]. Evangelicalism … is simply not very serious anymore.” John Piper, commenting on Wells’ analysis, concurs:
… our vision of God in relation to evil and suffering [has been] shown to be frivolous. The church has not been spending its energy to go deep with the unfathomable God of the Bible. Against the overwhelming weight and seriousness of the Bible, much of the church is choosing, at this very moment, to become more light and shallow and entertainment oriented, and therefore successful in its irrelevance to massive suffering and evil. The popular God of fun-church is simply too small and too affable to hold [evil and suffering] in his hand.
In other words, the message “Jesus is the rock and he rolls my blues away” is not enough to sustain faith given the grave reality of sin. We know all too well that our world is quite different from the world Norman Rockwell portrayed—things are not as they’re supposed to be. Evil and suffering take place all around us, regardless of the season. And Christmases, for many, are very blue.
But the message of the angel on the first Christmas morning was far greater. It announced that God himself was “pleased with us in flesh to dwell.” In Jesus, through whom the entire world came into being, God came into our world to be with us. His presence with us was not meant to take away all of our suffering; instead, it was intended to fill us with such great joy in him and his salvation that we would be sustained in the midst of whatever suffering we experience. Indeed, a Savior was born to us that day—“born that we no more may die/born to raise us from the earth/born to give us second birth.” Any other message is just not good enough. For no other message can bring peace to earth like the message of “God and sinners reconciled.”