The Transfiguration à la Sufjan Stevens

Apparently August 6th traditionally marks the Feast of the Transfiguration in the more liturgical Christian traditions (Catholic, Orthodox and Anglican). I’m Pentecostal, so I don’t know these things, but I do appreciate Sufjan Stevens.

HT: All Good Naysayers

Brand New : “Jesus Christ”

I know I’m a bit late getting on this train, but… could there be a more profound song?

Jesus Christ, that’s a pretty face
The kind you’d find on someone that could save
If they don’t put me away
Well, it’ll be a miracle

Do you believe you’re missing out
That everything good is happening somewhere else?
But with nobody in your bed
The night’s hard to get through

And I will die all alone
And when I arrive I won’t know anyone

Well, Jesus Christ, I’m alone again
So what did you do those three days you were dead?
Cause this problem’s gonna last more than the weekend

Well, Jesus Christ, I’m not scared of dying
I’m a little bit scared of what comes after
Do I get the gold chariot?
Do I float through the ceiling?

Do I divide and fall apart?
Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark
And the ship went down in sight of land
And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands

I know you’re coming in the night like a thief
But I’ve had some time, O Lord, to hone my lying technique
I know you think that I’m someone you can trust
But I’m scared I’ll get scared and I swear
I’ll try to nail you back up
So do you think that we could work out a sign
So I’ll know it’s you and that it’s over so I won’t even try

I know you’re coming for the people like me
But we all got wood and nails
And turned out a hate factory
We all got wood and nails
And turned out a hate factory
We all got wood and nails
And we sleep inside of this machine

In a powerful way, these guys reach the depth of authenticity and brute honesty that many of us Christians are reaching for. Instead of plastering our faces with the appropriate makeup, maybe we should admit more often that “my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark.” …I guess I’m afraid too that I’ll “nail him back up.”