Tag: Mullins

For to die in Thee is eternal life to me

I’ve always been bad at record keeping. I easily lose track of all kinds of things—people’s birthdays, upcoming bills, items on the grocery list, and (relevant today) how many hours I’ve spent missing Rich Mullins. I know that it’s somewhere in the neighborhood of “most of my adult life”. Which, now that I think about it, may not amount to super many hours after all. In any case.

And I wasn’t even meaning to talk about Rich Mullins. But listening to Steve Bell’s music tends to make me think of him. Today I discovered “Peace Prayer”.

That thing where you stop and stare up at the sky and think how strange and short this life is and suddenly the next life doesn’t seem so far away.

Originally written August 2, 2024

Sometimes I feel like art is pointless

Sometimes I feel like art is pointless, what is the use, why even bother, why not give up even trying or wanting to try. Sometimes it all seems a waste of time and that I maybe should just leave it alone and move on—not that I know how to move on. To match my mood I turn on Rich Mullins, for the first time in a long time.

Then I wonder if Rich Mullins would have ever gotten his message to seep into my sluggish and beaten-down consciousness if he had not written and sung.

God in Heaven understands.