Church

I’ve written about the rap turned country artist Jelly Roll here before. His songs are filled with religious references from “Son of a Sinner” to his thoughts on prayer in “Favor” or his confession of “Hungover in a Church Pew.”

What would you do if a big buy like Jelly Roll with tattoos on his face sat next to you in worship? I hope you’d offer him a hug and get to know his story. You don’t deserve grace any more or need it any less. None of us do.

But it shouldn’t take a Sunday service to get us to sit up and pay attention. Who knows who we might meet today, or what kind of difference we might make. That’s pretty exciting, isn’t it. Maybe we’ll pass by somebody like Jelly Roll on their way to church of one sort or another, looking for something. Check out the lyrics from his song “Church.”

I’m hungover as hell, I’m going through it too
It ain’t hard to tell looking at myself in my rearview
“I’m sorry, Miss Jackson” playing on the FM
Oh, but the only song in my head is “Just As I Am”
Yeah, the people passin’ by think I’m up to no good
That I’m going somewhere where they never would
I ain’t going where the wild things are, I ain’t going to the cigarette store
I ain’t going to the cold beer bar to check in on the Tennessee score
I’m just having me a talk with The Man, sendin’ my old soul on a search
They might judge me on this two-lane road, but little do they know
I’m going to church, I’m going to church