“You May Say I’m A Dreamer”

Probably my least favorite song of all time is “Imagine” by John Lennon. That may sound like sacrilege to some people, given both the esteem that some people have for the song and the fact that I’m a major Beatles fan. When you get past the bland melody and unexciting production, you get to the crux of what I hate about the song: the lyrics.

John Lennon puts forth a utopian ideal that is socialistic, humanistic, and godless. And above all, it’s boring. His lyrics fall in line with utopians throughout history, from Robert Owen to J. H. Noyes to countless others before or since, a vision of gauzy harmony that would put insomniacs to sleep. I can’t imagine why anyone would want to live a life of passionless passivity simply to achieve temporal harmony.

The revolution I want to be part of isn’t a bunch of people holding hands and singing “Kum-ba-yah”; rather it’s a body of people engaged in action and driven by the momentum of eternity. It brings about a peace that can’t be measured by the standards of the world. It calls for passion (channeled wholeheartedly into the things that please and honor God), excitement (in the things that matter for eternity), and freedom (anchored in the rock of Christ). And it’s never, ever boring!


(Note: this post is not meant to be a political discussion, despite the use of some political language. Any comments attempting to debate politics will not be approved by the author.)