I have rediscovered the music of Chris Rice. His CD is stuck in the Music Mobile and does not seem to want to come out. I am impressed by not only his music and voice, but especially his lyrics. For example, in the song Magic Wand, (which makes reference to a magician he saw when he was a kid) he rhymes “Now 23 Novembers later,” with “The prestidigitator.” Apparently a prestidigitator is someone who does “slight of hand” tricks. Who knew? He did. And now I do too. Perhaps I will try to use that word in conversation sometime. (Without sounding too ridiculous, I mean.)
Anyway, what I really want to talk about is this great lyric in which he says, “No time for splashing about in shallow theology; he just invited me out into the deep simplicity.” That’s so cool, because the song is about sailing and the ocean water and such, so the words splashing and shallow and deep make so much sense. But the realy beauty of it is “the deep simplicity.” Isn’t it that way? This reminds me of another quote I heard a long time ago and have never forgotten: “The small truth has words that are clear. The great truth has great silence.” Great truth, great silence…deep simplicity. I don’t know if anyone else makes that connection, but for me they are all the same thing.
Nuff said.
For now.
