The Jesus movement was a movement in Christianity beginning on the West Coast of the United States in the late 1960s and early 1970s and spreading primarily through North America and Europe, before dying out by the early 1980s. It was the major Christian element within the hippie counterculture. The Jesus movement left a legacy of various denominations and other Christian organizations, and had an impact on both the development of the contemporary Christian right and the Christian left. Jesus music, which grew out of the movement, greatly influenced contemporary Christian music, helping to create various musical subgenres such as Christian rock and Christian metal.
My parents were heavily influenced by this radical movement in their early walks with the Lord.
Things were simple. It was all about Jesus. Just Jesus.
We now live in a day and age where simplicity is a thing of the past. Technology grows rampant. Everything we could possibly need or want is within a click of a button and without the need to do or move much to get it. Fast food, high-speed internet, 4G networks, ATM’s…
I am a child of the 80’s. I know what life was like before internet became such a phenomena. Writing in cursive was mandatory in the second grade. Snail mail was a novelty (I remember having pen pals in school). A cell phone was called a car phone, a large bag that plugged into a cigarette lighter in a car and only used for emergencies. Progress is something we can’t escape it if we want to coexist here on earth. Is there a way to combat it?
My love of music is not a secret for most people who know me. It’s so much a part of me and how I relate to the Lord and the world. To not use it would be to deny who God made me. What I appreciate most of my upbringing in a Christian home was the music we listened to that was birthed out of the Jesus Movement. Maranatha! Music was a huge catalyst in my young walk with Jesus. Psalty the singing songbook was a dear friend. I believe it was then that my passion and love of music, specifically singing, was fashioned. At the age of 2, it’s claimed that I would stop whatever I was doing when a favorite song came on (most likely Sandi Patti or Twila Paris), stand up, grab any apparatus available like a brush, or remote control, and sing to Jesus with my hands raised and eyes closed. Pure, unhindered worship.
Visiting my parents recently we were playing round after round of cards and listening to the music of my youth at my request. I was singing and sensing that same passion I must have had at age 2. I still get so choked up.
It was a simple time back then. I miss that simplicity.
The voices of life and others scream so loud these days. You can’t blame them. They are competeing with what we have become and allowed as a nation. Somehow it has become easier for me to head those loud voices and take their words as gospel rather than tuning in to His still small voice that holds every answer to every question. He continually speaks but how can He be heard when listening is a lost art form?
I often verbal process with my mom (bless her heart) the goings on in my head of life, love and the pursuit of happiness. Through my verbal processing with good ‘ol mom, I came away with a great challenge. If simplicity is what I long for when the world is providing anything but, go back to where it all began.
So, I am going to take a 30 day challenge and spend time with the Jesus I grew up with. I am going to listen to the music that heavily influenced me in growing in Him, worshipping Him, and praising His name. Can you ever be too old to outgrow Psalty?
I am going to sift through my technology and limit my use of it so I am, but more importantly Jesus is, not hindered by it.
Will you join me?
Simplicity doesn’t have to be the thing of the past if we determine the speed of life for ourselves.
**Thank you to my mom for listening with such grace when I rarely make sense. You have always been a safe place to figure out what I am thinking and feeling verbally. Dad, thanks for gently nudging me when I need it. I love that I am your daughter but I love even more that you are reflections of our Heavenly Father. Thank you for spurring me on toward Him.