Flying Farther

As I look around the theoblogosphere, I've noticed that the title for this blog might seem odd, or even perhaps patronizing, in comparison to other titles. It is also not very descriptive up front, so here is my effort to give a better descriptive identity to a blog titled flying.farther.

I got the title from my favorite Jars of Clay song. (Now don't pigeon hole me into "Christian Music", after all some of my favorite bands are: the Decemberists, Death Cab for Cutie, Crosstide, Queen, Lovedrug, and moody, slow Chopin sonatas and preludes. However, this Jars song has got to be one of my favorite songs. I highly suggest that one gives it a listen somehow, it was in the White Elephant sessions cd.) As you will probably notice over time, I really, and I mean really, like ecclesiology. I titled the blog "flying.farther" because with a creative interpretation, the song can be understood as a relational reading of the body of Christ -- we love one another through this life and onto the next, inspite of the pain associated with the fallen world. Also, it has a depiction of solidarity with the dead: heartfelt rememberance. The outcome of the reading is that I myself do not move farther, but rather we all grow old together, moving farther into the promises of God and the Divine itself.

Flying Farther
He picked her up some flowers
On a sunday afternoon
They sat out on the porch swing
Underneath the cresent moon

Life times seemed to pass
Staring at the skies
And on the swing he gave her the ring
There were tears in her eyes

He said I pray I'm not alone
In my dreams about forever
You and I could become one
And always be together

We'd grow old and wise
Through all the days
For worse or for better
And now the truth cause I love you
Even now more than ever

And a lifetime flies but we'll fly farther
Into the night where the eyes of loneliness can never bother
All our dreams of together uneclipsed by never never
Lifetime finds it's in your eyes, but we'll fly farther

Fifty years have ridden off into the sunset
And the tears that we have cried have overflown
Here we are counting scars, wounds of life and ending upsets
Your with me and I'm with you and I will never forget

Lifetime flies but we'll fly farther
Into the night where the eyes of loneliness will never bother
All our dreams of together uneclipsed by never never
Lifetime finds it's in your eyes, but we'll fly farther

He picked her up some flowers
On a sunday afternoon
He rode the Grayhound bus past the house they used to swoon
He knelt beside the grave, hung his head, a teardrop fell
And on the stone the epitaph shone the words he knew so well...

Lifetime flies but we'll fly farther
Into the night where the eyes of loneliness will never bother
All our dreams of together uneclipsed by never never
Lifetime finds it's in your eyes, but we'll fly farther

Lifetime flies but we'll fly farther
Into the night where the eyes of loneliness will never bother
All our dreams of together, uneclipsed by never never
Lifetime finds it's in your eyes, but we'll fly farther

We'll fly farther
We'll fly farther