Few sights prove extraordinary along the course of cursing darkness–or inside its revelry, despite what rock critics claim. Animosity, irony, and derision are practically national pastimes, as culturally common as fantasy football or pumpkin pie lattes.
But to acknowledge the dark without despairing of it? To walk the valley of the shadow and succumb neither to fear nor fatalism, holding fast to life and love despite the ache of brokenness? What if the simple saints’ perseverance were the narrow–and novel–path?
I'm over at A Deeper Story today, writing about Mumford & Sons and the intersections of sacred, ordinary, cynical, and extraordinary. Won't you come read the rest and say hello?