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Frank Edwards |
The blending of gospel themes with
secular lingo, beats or genres to enhance reception has divided opinion in
Christian circles.
The development has raised eyebrows
among those who fear that the co-opting of “outside influences” compromises
gospel purity.
However, code-switching the Bible and
secular patterns of expression is in vogue, with proponents arguing that to
gain broader appeal, Christian artists must unpack their message in the “language”
that most people understand.”
Our question, therefore, is whether this
latest form of artistic license, which gospel ministers are indulgent of in the
name of evangelical capital, is good or bad for the message?
Does code-switching factor in valuable
add-ons or does it distort the essential import of Christian works of art?
There is a danger of approaching the
problem from one extreme and readily playing down other views.
So we will desist from assigning
one-size-fit-all interpretations to the phenomenon and painstakingly zero in on
each case as it dictates.
On the question of genre, is it wrong
for someone to praise Jesus with rap, dancehall, rock or jazz – mediums which
some have branded as repositories of satanic influence?
Let’s face it, some of these mediums have
been used to glorify crime, drugs, violence, sex, nudity and profanity in clear
violation of the Bible.
Is Frank Edwards, the genius behind
Rocktown Music, then justified to “Rock n Roll” for Jesus justified?” Should
Chris Tomlin’s invite to “God’s Great Dancefloor” or Solly Mahlangu’s call to “Praise
Him in an African Way” heeded?
Should we “cycle” along to Pastor
Charamba’s gospel sungura or wiggle to Sabastian Magacha’s latest rhumba offering.
Is it fitting Tinashe Magacha takes to
the podium to “rock dem tunez” using the same genre Seh Calaz uses to glorify the
abuse of bronco and “chamba” for cheap applause from ignorant youths or the
same beat Platinum Prince uses to promote sex outside marriage?
My answer is an emphatic “Yes!” Like it
or not, art is battlefront. It may not be a magic bullet but its influence can only
be gainsaid at our own peril.
We need custodians of tradition in the
form of conservative gospel artists but we also need to reclaim territories currently
in the devil’s control through Christian soldiers like Culture T.
Yes, we need joyful noisemakers in
plenty. Only that they must be seen to be “loading every rift with ore” as John
Keats puts it.
In as much as the problem with most secular
performers is their wrong message, Christians must weigh in with the right
message – even the gospel, which is “the power of God unto salvation.”
One of the problems with code-switching
is that it sometimes brings along the unwanted baggage. There are so-called
Christian movies, for example, which accommodate nudity and profanity for the
purpose of giving sin a more graphical or empirical demonstration.
Such works often appear to tell their
message inversely. They ostensibly point to what is right by harping on sin
hours on end just to show its ultimate wages in the denouement. From such turn
away!
Why should viewers be forced to scrounge
for a few morsels of food in a garbage dump? Whether the food is wholesome or
palatable is neither here nor there once it is laced up with toxins in the
garbage dump.
Going through lewdness, blasphemy and
nudity in a movie just to get to the “Halleluiah moment” in the closing scenes is
a self-negating formula.
It inadvertently promotes some sins to
decampaign others which makes mockery of the biblical math: “10 -1 = 0.”
The same goes with appealing to popular
but desperately compromised secular works to reinforce or endorse a Christian
message.
A respected pastor recently came under
fire for quoting from Chris Brown’s “Loyal” – a song whose lyrics are not only dirty
but also grossly derogatory of women.
While the pastor was preaching a
biblical message on relationships, his resort to the song was a negative
game-changer, wrong spice for the right dish, because what is wrong cannot
endorse what is right without insinuating justification for both.
We come to the issue of influence. Without
doubt the domineering influence imposes its language, just as we are stuck with
English from a historical mistake called colonialism.
Few weeks ago, a charismatic denomination
called swept a crusade across my neighbourhood under the banner “Batai Munhu
Jehovah Revival.”
The catch-phrase was of course popularised
by Suluman and Jah Prayzah’s duets. Acquaintances known to me as party animals
attended and possibly had life-transforming experiences.
Some of the songs which were belted
from the distant-booming public-address system included a reworked political
song by Cde Chinx, in this context rendered “Vaporofita vakanganisa? Aiwa
havana kukanganisa!”
In the run-up to Judgement Night 2,
Suluman remixed his father’s song into a Judgement Night jingle.
While there is nothing wrong in all
this, my attitude is that Christians can be more influential than that.
Why should the church adopt and adapt a
song when “the world” has exhausted the flavour out of it in pubs and rallies?
These things ought not to be so brethren.
It is alright for patrons in Chikwanha
bottle-stores to dance along to Mathias Mhere’s sungura-like psalms and think
carefully about what “Number Busy” means when they are alone in moments of
conviction.
But it is unbecoming for Christians to “spread
butter” or “chicken dance” in church lest they end up considering the less
orthodox dances which I tremble to mention in a family paper, let alone these
sacred columns.
On a summative scores, Christians must
always remember that influence diffuses from the region of higher concentration
and roars from top to bottom like a waterfall. We must run the sector and drop
the firsts, not the other way round.