Fancy

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“In open fields of wild flowers
She breathes the air and flies away
She thanks her Jesus for the daisies
And the roses in no simple language
Someday she’ll understand
The meaning of it all

He’s more than the laughter
Or the stars in the heaven
As close as a heartbeat
Or song on her lips
Someday she’ll trust Him
And learn how to see Him
Someday He’ll call her
And she will come running
She fall in His arms
The tears will fall down
And she’ll pray

I want to fall in love with you
I want to fall in love with you
I want to fall in love with you
I want to fall in love with you

Sitting silent wearing Sunday best
The sermon echoes through the walls
A great salvation through it
Calls to the people
Who stare into nowhere
And can’t feel the chains on their souls

He’s more than the laughter
Or the stars in the heaven
As close as a heartbeat
Or song on her lips
Someday we’ll trust Him
And learn how to see Him
Someday He’ll call us
And we will come running
We’ll fall in His arms
The tears will fall down
And we’ll pray

I want to fall in love with you
I want to fall in love with you
I want to fall in love with you
I want to fall in love with you

We want to pray
It seems to easy to call You ‘Savior’
Not close enough to call You ‘God’
So as I sit and think of
The words I can mention
To show my devotion

I want to fall in love with you
I want to fall in love with you
I want to fall in love with you
I want to fall in love with you”

“Love Song for a Savior”

Jars of Clay

Why is that song sexual?

Well…I’m sorry if it annoys you but let’s analyze it.

I don’t have time to dig too deep. But, I’ll do my best summarize my thoughts.

It starts off, “In open fields of wild flowers.” That imagery and cadence is pulled from the Song of Solomon, and countless Romantic poems of the ages. Key words are open, fields, and wild flowers. All are inherently linked to sex in this combined context. Open especially given the vagina later referenced. It starts with a subtle hinted imagery of being horny, adult, and ready for harvest.

Although…it could be interpreted otherwise still. …There’s a hint of something possible. It’s…a mystery!

*exasperated sigh*

…Honestly…if you’re too pedophilic or malignantly narcissistic or deluded to refuse see how “I want to fall in love with you” is sexual…I don’t think I can reason with you. It is. Falling in love is sexual. Love songs are sexual. …It’s the kind of Hell song…that gives Satanists a bad name. It’s Jeffrey-Epstein-vibe on Devil-crack. It’s…unspeakably evil in my opinion. Jesus Himself warned that the punishment for pedophilia was worse than being torturously drowned.

“Did that Charismatic enjoy rejecting you?” asks Lem.

“Why?” asks Lacey.

“Because you seem to be-“ He pauses.

“You’re being so mean?” Michael finished the sentence intended for Lacey?

“I’m angry. And I’m attacking what I see as evil, first.” says Lacey.

“You’re not easily offended.” says Lem.

Michael looks at Lem sadly.

“Why are you angry?” asks Lem.

“She has no idea why!” says Michael, seething.

“Really?” asks Lem.

“Really!” says Louis enraged.

“So…he aroused her…without her permission entirely…and then rejected her natural reaction.” says Lem.

Louis laughs.

“I doubt he knows how sexual he is.” says Lacey.

“Really?” asks Lem.

“He’s only 25 or 26.” She says. “Maybe he’s too naive to know how he looks.”

“He’s a grown man. Who wants a wife. I think he knows.” says Lem.

“But he’s never had a girlfriend.” she protests.

“Has he slept around and just never committed to a girl? Or is he a fool?!” asks Lem.

“You mean you think he’s secretly promiscuous? And shades the truth to sound pure and innocent for his image? Or he’s a fool for acting sexual for his primarily female audience and then not expecting them to be aroused?” asks Lacey.

“And gay or bisexual men.” says Lem.

They all think.

“Why is he so shocked and offended by the herd of females pursuing him?” asks Lacey.

“I think he likes to seem arousing. But for clout. But then is offended by the presumptions of some of the aroused.” says Louis.

“Like that they’re hearing from God that he’s the husband God wants to give them?” asks Lacey.

“It’s mean, Lacey. …He’s right in one respect. If he doesn’t like them then it’s irritating. You agree and you never told him that. …But…he does seem callous.” says Louis.

“I don’t think God ever told me that? But when I was in my early 20’s I heard that lie about men I liked often. From demons. Torturing me. Mocking me as a Christian woman.” she says. “I never took it that seriously. But…I’m rational. And I doubted it was God.” She thinks. “I didn’t want to offend God in case it was Him though, so…I tried to take it somewhat seriously. But it was never God, I don’t think. And I always just got brutally hurt when I tied to trust it was Him like I was told to do.”

“So you learned to better discern God’s voice from demons…possibly.” says Lem.

“That’s the scary and yet beautiful thing. If I’m talking to ghosts…my training as a tortured Charismatic taught me how to talk to actual dead men.” says Lacey.

“Oh great! Some narcissistic twat is going to use this as an excuse to conjure demons and hurt people viciously.” says someone threatening Christ. “Claiming they were trained by Charismatics to hurt people. Have sex. Get lucky!”

“If she can do it! I can too!” says a Charismatic woman.

“Nope!” says Lacey.

“I’m a Nope?” asks the woman.

“Did he sleep with you? Or just flirt and then take it nowhere? Or did you think he’d sleep with you if you ever met him?” asks Lacey.

“More the last one, honestly.” she admits.

“Really?” asks Lacey seriously.

She nods a yes.

“So he’s a total fake?” asks Lacey.

She smiles. “Well! I don’t think everything he says he thinks is a lie. I think he honestly is a Christian. But he…”. She demures. “He struggles sexually to stay pure.”

“Like he sleeps around or he might? But either way, it’s an area of remaining sin in his life?” Lacey clarifies.

She breathes deeply, and nods. Looks sad.

“Like…I don’t think he’s…entirely honest with himself. I think he’s shy. And…”

Lacey understands.

“So he’s broken in that way, possibly.” says Lacey.

“He probably tries not to be. But I wouldn’t be shocked if he regularly hooks-up with his followers in some way.” she says.

“You know, if that’s not true…that’s tragic that you think that.” says Lacey.

“And if it is true…he’s pathetic to have thought you’d ever be into him given that choice on his part.” she says.

“Well…not entirely. I’m a worldly woman of 38.” says Lacey, humorously. “But…regardless of my empathy. He needs to stop lying. If you’re right.”

She looks sad.

“Okay! But like…and say what?” she says.

“Probably just…change his policies…so to speak.” says Lacey.

“Okay, but like how?!” asks someone.

“Be more sad. More open and clear about his loneliness romantically. But also clarify that he’s not in a good place in that area of his life right now. And that he’s staying single to grow spiritually.” says Lacey.

“He really was mean to you, I have a feeling.” she says.

“I think he expected me to dress and act like you. But be me.” says Lacey.

“To accommodate his view of the world. But would he have liked that person or not?” she wonders.

“Like Helena Bonham Carter dressed and styled as Carrie Underwood?” asks Lacey.

“Very Millennial. But it works.” she says.

“A blond Helena. But…maybe? What does he want?” asks Lacey.

“Does he even really know?” she wonders.

“Is he really straight?” asks Lacey.

“I have a feeling he is. But I know what you mean.” She sighs.

“He probably needs prayer. It’s so easy to see him and find him attractive and let it go at that. But who knows what his life is like?” Lacey worries.

“He could just be a straight player.” she says doubtfully.

“Whatever he is…he needs prayer. And women should be more careful around him, maybe.” says Lacey.

“Prayer for what?” she asks skeptically.

“Prayer for his sanity. Prayer for him to stay in God’s will for his life.” says Lacey.

“God’s will?!” someone asks.

“Yes! Do you understand the theological concept?” asks Lacey.

“I did.” says the other woman who found him attractive.

“And we should pray that God protects us as His daughters.” says Lacey to the other woman.

She nods and walks away.

“So you’ll be praying for him?” asks Lem.

“He has worried me since the first time I saw him.” says Lacey.

“And you have no idea what he was really thinking.” says Louis.

“No.” says Lacey.

“Did Michael decide nothing would ever really happen clearly between the two of you?” asks an old hater.

“Lacey…just because he’s a ghost…and God might…be allowing it…doesn’t mean it isn’t real.” the hater laughs as she says it. “Michael doesn’t strike me as a man who would like his wife to remarry.” She reconsiders. “Actually, for you to ramarry.” She laughs. “I mean heck, even Lem. They seem…unlikely to tolerate or appreciate that if you can see them.” She thinks. “Like…you say you’re straight and you are. You say you’re rich. And…then what? Do you…live in that reality?” She looks at Lacey intently. “Where are you?!”

“I do. I’m just very quiet.” says Lacey.

“Then why don’t you get that they’re men!!?” she asks.

“I just don’t want to feel as hurt as I always have.” says Lacey. “I can’t handle that much pain right now.”

Lem grabs his tea. Nods.

“What kind of tea are you drinking?” she asks.

“Mint.” says Lem.

“Don’t hurt them.” says a Boomer.

“Why the heck not?!” asks the old hater.

“You’re right.” the Boomer cries.

“I don’t want to hurt them if they don’t deserve it, I don’t think.” says Lacey.

“Goodbye for now.” says Lem. “She’s really drinking tea. Literal tea. Goodnight.”