I don't get you, Neil.
My friend Todd and I went to see Rush last night at the Mohegan Sun Casino Arena. And, even though the sound in there is just slightly better than an airplane hanger or maybe a wind tunnel, and they were way too loud, they were really on.
During the song Secret Touch, from their 2002 album Vapor Trails, I started thinking about all the things Neil Peart had gone through before penning those lyrics and all the stuff my family has gone through with the suicide of my brother, and I just started to well-up, and thought to myself, "Neil, how on earth can you write these lyrics and not believe in a personal benevolent God?" they go as follows:
The way out
Is the way in
The way out
Is the way in...
Out of touch
With the weather and the wind direction
With the sunrise
And the phases of the moon
Out of touch
With life in the land of the loving
With the living night
And the darkness at high noon
You can never break the chain
There is never love without pain
A gentle hand, a secret touch on the heart
Out of sync
With the rhythm of my own reactions
With the things that last
And the things that come apart
Out of sync
With love in the land of the living
A gentle hand, a secret touch on the heart
A healing hand, a secret touch on the heart
There is never love without pain
Life is a power that remains
During the song Secret Touch, from their 2002 album Vapor Trails, I started thinking about all the things Neil Peart had gone through before penning those lyrics and all the stuff my family has gone through with the suicide of my brother, and I just started to well-up, and thought to myself, "Neil, how on earth can you write these lyrics and not believe in a personal benevolent God?" they go as follows:
The way out
Is the way in
The way out
Is the way in...
Out of touch
With the weather and the wind direction
With the sunrise
And the phases of the moon
Out of touch
With life in the land of the loving
With the living night
And the darkness at high noon
You can never break the chain
There is never love without pain
A gentle hand, a secret touch on the heart
Out of sync
With the rhythm of my own reactions
With the things that last
And the things that come apart
Out of sync
With love in the land of the living
A gentle hand, a secret touch on the heart
A healing hand, a secret touch on the heart
There is never love without pain
Life is a power that remains
posted by Geoff at 1:48 PM
2 Comments:
“Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God has prepared for them that love Him. But God hath revealed them to us by His Spirit: for the Spirit searches all things, yea, the deep things of God.”
“For who has known the mind of the Lord, that he may instruct Him? But we have the mind of Christ.” (1 Cor. 2: 9 – 10; 16)
Neil has a gift, given to him by God. He is not the only secular musician to have this gift. The problem is, they do not know it is from God.
It is a shame......
That's not the only song on that album that seems that way to me. Nevertheless, I'm still skeptical regarding his faith (or lack there of).
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