The Jacket Potato Gospel

(This one’s for all the Christians who read this blog. If you’re not into that, this post will probably not be applicable to you.)

Yay! Another musical episode! You’ll need to watch this video for any of this to make sense — and at the end it still might not make sense, I dunno.

If you’ve never heard of The Masked Singer, it’s this TV show where a bunch of celebrities put on fursuits and other ridiculous costumes and sing. The judges are tasked with guessing who each singer really is. As you can see in this video, Jacket Potato is assumed by the judges to be a number of different dudes.

But in the comments, one name is mentioned more than all of the celebrities put forth by the judges combined — Richie Sambora.

And if you don’t know who Richie Sambora is, you clearly haven’t spent enough time on my blog.

These judges have to be insane to not realize that Jacket Potato is Richie Sambora. Seriously, just listen to any of his solo works and compare the voices. Even if you just compare the second “wanted!” in the chorus of Bon Jovi’s “Wanted Dead Or Alive” to the vocals of Jacket Potato, it’s obvious, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that this spud is Richie incognito.

Fine, here’s all the proof you need:

Do you ever feel like the people in the comments? Like you’re screaming “For Christ’s sake (literally), Jesus is the way!” to a world that just isn’t listening? I mean, we were told to share the Gospel with everyone, right? We know the way to God, and it’s through knowing His Son.

The problem is, historically, people didn’t just leave YouTube comments yelling about how Richie Sambora is definitely Jacket Potato. They broke into the judges’ houses, murdered their families, and made them declare that Richie Sambora was Jacket Potato. And this is absolutely not what Richie Sambora would want.

“Please do not kill people for me.” – Richie Sambora, probably

And it’s not what God wants His people to do, either

We should want to share the good news, but not because we want to hurt or exert power over others. Instead, we should do it because we know peace and unconditional love unlike anything we can find on this planet, and we should want other people to feel that good too! It’s the same as how I want everyone to know who the singing potato really is. I want the world to know Richie Sambora’s name because I know people are missing out by not hearing his soulful singing voice or exquisite guitar playing. That’s how we should feel about the name of Jesus.

Part of this involves humility and admitting we don’t have all the answers. I could get to Heaven someday and be greeted by Anubis. I could die and become reincarnated as something else entirely. Or maybe there’s nothing else after death, and we go back into the same darkness we felt before we were born. But I believe what I believe because I’ve felt it myself. And of course I want to talk about that feeling, because it’s a huge part of my lived experience.

In that same vein, they could take off Jacket Potato’s mask and it could be any number of the dudes the judges named, or somebody else entirely. But in my heart, I know that voice. I know it well, because I heard it many times throughout my life. Jesus is my King and Richie Sambora is my Jacket Potato, and if those beliefs encourage me to live my life with purpose and love, so be it. I could be wrong about everything, but it’s enough for me to know I could be right.

And it feels *really good* to find out you’re right.

In Search of the “Genesis Week” and the Innately Human Act of Creation

If you didn’t grow up in the church, the idea of a “Genesis week” is probably foreign to you. If you did grow up in the church, you probably heard it told a zillion times in Sunday school, but maybe never heard it phrased that way. Basically, it’s the creation story of the Abrahamic faiths — God spoke, and in seven days, the universe was formed.

These days, in my post-evangelical philosophy, I don’t believe the world was formed in seven 24-hour days, but over several eras, in accordance to what we now know from scientific discoveries. This ideology is known as old-earth creationism, and seeks to reconcile the concepts of evolution and the text of the holy scriptures. In fact, the Hebrew word for “day,” yom, can mean a period of time, not just 24-hours, which implies the creation “week” was actually millions upon billions of years.

This is tangentially related to the topic at hand, kind of (I hope).

I’ve been a little creatively stifled as of late, mostly owing to my own dumb brain. I’ve been meaning to post the entire first part of my story (not just the intro), but I keep chickening out and not doing it. At the same time, my band is in the midst of recording its debut album, and of course, that’s progressing at a snail’s pace too. I want to write and play music and draw and dance and do all of the things that have been on my heart, but I just can’t seem to shake this mental block.

I revisited Psalm 51, the emo poetry King David wrote after being called out by the prophet Nathan for thinking with his dick. (I need to be a biblical scholar with these descriptions, I swear.) I’ve always related to this passage as someone who’s also slutted too close to the sun and ended up hurting people I care about (although I never, you know, had a dude killed in war so I could sleep with his wife). A lot of the time, when reading through this psalm, I’d reflect on the whole “I suck and need God’s grace” aspect of it, but there’s a sneaky little part that I’ve always overlooked. I discovered it when I switched over to The Message version of the Bible, which is basically the translated scripture disguised as John Mayer lyrics.

God, make a fresh start in me,
shape a Genesis week from the chaos of my life.
-Psalm 51 (MSG)

There it is! The Genesis week!

The intention of this verse, I’m assuming, is that we need God to take a Genesis week to work on us, but my first instinct was to apply this to my own life as well. Do I need a Genesis week — a week (or an entire era) of intense creation?

Humans are innately creative, but I feel like sometimes we suppress that part of ourselves. As children, we were always playing make-believe and acting out stories we made up. The fact that we’re born like this is no accident — we were made in the image of God, and so the power and desire to create is rooted in the very depths of the human spirit. It’s the one thing that makes us different from the rest of Animalia. Even if my cat had opposable thumbs, he still wouldn’t be able to paint a picture, or write a story, or dance in a ballet production (as hilarious as that would be). That’s a uniquely human characteristic.

Basically, when God created humans, He gifted us with His own special ability to imagine, to create. Think about it — the power that created the entire universe is inside you! And yet, we take that for granted. Our society tries to beat the imagination out of you before you have the change to do something revolutionary with it, and sadly, it often succeeds. It reduces us to little more than lazy housecats content to eat, sleep, and poop all day. We were built to be like God, but spend most of our time being like Garfield.

I think we all need a Genesis week. Imagine what would happen if we all stepped back for a while and did what made our hearts happy. What would happen if we threw ourselves into our creations and stopped caring what other people think? What if we wrote, sang, danced with abandon? What if instead of being so divided, we united over music and art and storytelling, the way we were intended to be? I think that would spark more than just a revolution. It would create a new Eden, a place of peace and contentment.

There’s a reason I study music therapy, and it’s because I feel there’s nothing closer to God than the act of creation. Nothing heals and changes people quite like creating music — or creating anything for that matter! Throw yourself into your creative endeavours, and if you don’t have one yet, find your passion. Maybe it’s baking. Maybe it’s knitting cat sweaters. It doesn’t matter.

Just create.

Devotional #1: Created to Create

Oh no, not another analysis of the Biblical creation story. Like there hasn’t been ten million of those dating back to the dawn of civilization. What’s some twenty-something chick with too much time on her hands going to teach me that I haven’t already heard?

Surely you know the tale by now. God took a week of His eternal existence to make this big round blue thing we call home. Well, maybe a week, maybe several eons, depending on your interpretation. I’m not here to debate the many views on that argument ~~and why Old Earth Creationism is the correct one~~. I think in the noise of whether or not the creation story is to be taken literally, we lose what is possibly the most important verse in the first chapter of the Bible.

So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them. –
Genesis 1:27

It’s worth noting that the creation story of the Abrahamic faiths doesn’t start with sex or violence, as many of the creation stories of that day did, not did the Creator make us to be slaves or toys. In the Catholic tradition (full disclosure: I am not Catholic, but the podcast I learned about this stuff is), it’s explicitly stated that we were simply created because God wanted to share life with us. He never needed us; he wanted us. Which is cool in and of itself. But we often miss the coolest part — we were made IN HIS IMAGE.

Male. Female. Heck, I’m certain non-binary folks would be included had there been a word for y’all on Ancient Hebrew. We were created creative. Let me say that again.

You were created — BY a creative God — to be creative. The Creator of everything ever gave you His awesomest superpower.

If you’ve spent even one afternoon around a kid, you know how imaginative we are from birth. Children will weave together entire universes. It’s an innate power built into our software, yet it so often gets beaten out of us by adulthood. Just listen to “Flowers Are Red” by Harry Chapin. We sacrifice our gifts of creativity and imagination on the alter of adulthood and leave behind that part of ourselves that was created to be divine.

What did you do as a kid that brought you joy? What sparked your imagination? Take a moment to reconnect with that part of your soul. Give any reservations to God and jump right in. Who cares if you’ll never be the next Stephen King or Pablo Picasso? Humans were created to create, so break out that pen or paintbrush and get to it.