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Untimeliness

In Bible Meditation, Music, Speculations and Discrete Thoughts on 16 January 2010 at 21:52

Nietzsche in his short work On the Uses and Disadvantages of History for Life describes his own studies in the Greek classics as “untimely” and giving him “untimely experiences,” and he also names the book in which that work was published Untimely Meditations.  The study of the classics is untimely insofar as it is “acting counter to our time and thereby acting on our time and, let us hope, for the benefit of a time to come.”  I find this altogether fascinating.  He thinks that his untimely education is producing in him untimely meditations for his present time and making him an untimely person.  He thinks that by writing he is counter to his own time, reshaping his own time, and benefiting a time to come.  I will hijack this term for the following meditation, acknowledging that what I say is an oversimplification and only a tangent off of Nietzsche’s meaning.

An underlying notion of untimeliness is that we are the children of our time, and that some oddballs by various influences become the estranged children of other times.  I feel as though I have met a few people, here and there, whom I would call “untimely” in this sense, either because of their education or their upbringing or unusual experiences.  They are like the children of a different time, good or bad, and will always stand out in that way to me.  But as I considered this untimeliness more, I began to meditate on a song by Jason Upton called “Dear John,” which takes the tone of Jesus speaking or writing to John the Baptist about their lives.  The following is the third verse:

Do you remember how it made us feel
To be traded for a foolish lie?
I was the song that danced
You were the song that healed
But neither song could satisfy
Wisdom was fighting for her life
We were the children of our time

Commenting on this song, Upton repeated the last line saying, “We were the children of our time, and they killed us, John!”  As at Luke 7.33f., no matter what extreme form the gospel takes—whether coming from John the ascetic wild-man, or Jesus, who eats and drinks and talks with sinners—it will not be appealing to the world and those who live by its principles.  Jesus and John preached the same message through two radically different lifestyles, and both were rejected.  The excuse for this rejection was on the basis for their lifestyles, but in truth it was the message, which was altogether untimely in the sense mentioned above.  Why they did not fit had to do with where they came from and who sent them, not what they looked like or where they lived.  This kind of untimeliness is all about the internal, and nothing to do with what the world looks at on the outside.

When Upton says of John and Jesus that they were the children of their time, this should be colored by the first verse of the song:

Do you remember when our mothers met?
Mama told me that they laughed
Was that a sign for us?
Or a sign for them?
When unborn babies testify
Carried between the earth and sky
Sons of eternity in time

He calls John and Jesus “sons of eternity.”  This is where my meditation led me: they were indeed the children of their time, and all who are a children of this time are, for all times, untimely.

This is now a far cry away from what Nietzsche was claiming about his own work, and I don’t mean to make too much of a comparison.  I only offer some questions evolving from the language that I have stolen:

  • Are all followers of Jesus, those who take upon themselves the name of the sons and daughters of the living God, called to be untimely as he was?
  • How does such untimeliness come about regardless of lifestyle, regardless of asceticism or (comparative) sybaritism, regardless of the outward appearance?
  • What should the untimely meditation look like which comes about from studies in eternity?

A Lyrical Sidenote

In Music, Struggles on 10 January 2010 at 20:47

I’ve been spending a lot of time listening to some of my favorite musicians and singers, more than usual.  Jason Upton, Jon Foreman, and Josh Garrels I played and replayed on my laptop when visiting family in New York over the winter break.  Each brings something different to the table, but all of them share an outpouring of the heart immersed in things from above.  One matter particularly meaningful to me in this season is a musician’s willingness to express anxieties.  More on that later.

And I said, please
Don’t talk about the end
Don’t talk about how
Every living thing goes away
She said, friend
All along
Thought I was learning how to take
How to bend not how to break
How to live not how to cry
But really I’ve been learning how to die
I’ve been learning how to die

—Jon Foreman, “Learning How to Die”

Everyone says that it’s alright
Living in darkness every night
But I think it’s time, Lord it’s time
I’m ready to give up all my sin
But I don’t know where to begin
And I think it’s time to find out
And make that change

—Josh Garrels, “Decision”

How much time will I keep wasting?
How much cheap wine will I keep tasting?
Been to church and now I’m back again
Tired of living for the pride of men
And the world may think I’m crazy when I don’t run with them
But it’s just plain idolatry when God can’t have all of me

—Jason Upton,“Will of God”

I’m not sure why it always goes downhill
Why broken cisterns never could stay filled
I’ve spent ten years singing gravity away

But the water keeps on falling from the sky
And here tonight while the stars are blacking out
With every hope and dream I’ve ever had in doubt
I’ve spent ten years trying to sing these doubts away
But the water keeps on falling from my eyes

—Jon Foreman, “The Cure for Pain”

Will a man find a home
If he walks the world alone?
Searching for a promised land
Another day, walk and wait
For this choice to end in fate
Searching for life among the dead
Once I held you near, and words were clear
My hands rested upon your heart
Now by night and flame I call your name
My love, when will an answer be found?

—Josh Garrels, “My Child”

And if I were really honest
And the truth were known
It may sound a little funny
This is what my prayer would be:
I don’t know what to do
But my eyes are on you
I don’t know what to do
But my eyes are on you

—Jason Upton “Gideon”

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