A few weeks ago, I wrote a post about feeling convicted over my choice of music. I shared that lately it was getting harder for me to justify the soul-feeding benefits of explicit rap involving strippers and cocaine. (The post was over 1,000 words long, but that’s pretty much the summary.)
Some fun conversation followed in the comments, but one particular thought stood out to me. Here is what someone said in response to what I wrote:
Jon…its all talk until you delete him out of your ITUNES
I really like that comment, because I really want it to be true.
When I bump into challenges in my faith, I want the solution to be as simple as deleting a file from my computer. (Or, in my case, removing it from Spotify.)
I want to press a button, feel a twinge of completeness, and walk away. But there’s a problem: That’s never worked in my life.