One of my favorite bands when I was growing up were the O.C. Supertones (which I have just learned are coming back!). For those who are less culturally refined, or who weren’t teenagers in the 90′s, the Supertones are a Ska band, and arguably the greatest, with a possible contention from Five Iron Frenzy fans (who have also made a glorious comeback!). I usually listen to the Supertones when I’m in kind of a goofy mood, or really need to lighten up after an obnoxiously frustrating day at work. Such was the case a couple days ago, but then something gloriously strange happened.
I was listening to what has always been one of my favorite songs, “Louder Than the Mob.” I’ve heard this song at least a hundred times. At home playing my CD’s too loud, when listening to the late, great, Lighthouse 21 (previously part of PowerFM’s schedule until it was tragically cancelled in 2001), or on my iPod driving around town. But this time, the lyrics gripped me and sent chills down my spine.
I know I’m just another Judas, kiss your face
While I drive the nail through your hand
I know I’m just another Thomas, won’t believe
Until I feel the hole in your hands
Then I will say, my God, I see not what you see
My God, what do you see in me?
My God, crowned in glory
the lamb of God is worthy
My sin yells, crucify, louder than the mob that day
My sin yells, crucify, louder than any mouth
Psalm 51:16-17 ESV
16 For you will not delight in sacrifice, or I would give it;
you will not be pleased with a burnt offering.
17 The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit;
a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise.
You see, even though I’ve listened to this song a hundred times, the moment these words gripped me, and the weight of my wretched heart came to light once again, that bass-thumpin’ song I spent my summers watching crazy CFNI students dance to on stage at youth camp became intimate worship to my Savior, connecting my heart to the heart of my Father once more.
Grace and peace.