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Every faculty you have, your power of thinking or of moving your limb from movement to moment, is given to you by God. If you devoted every moment of your whole life exclusively to his service you could not give Him anything that was not in a sense His own already. So that when we talk of a man doing anything for God or giving anything to God, I will tell you what it is really like. It is like a small child going to his father and saying, "Daddy, give me a sixpence to buy you a birthday present." Of course, the father does, and he is pleased with the child's present. It is all very nice and proper, but only an idiot would think that the father is sixpence to the good on the transaction. When a man has made these two discoveries, God can really get to work. It is after this that real life begins. The man is awake now...
—C. S. Lewis, Mere Christianity
This is the quote that inspired the name of guitarist/cellist Matt Slocum's and vocalist Leigh Nash's newly formed band in the early 1990s. I recently came across their "Best Of" album at the local library, and listening to its spread of songs from the 90s to their last album in 2002 brought back a lot of memories. Their first album, The Fatherless and the Widow (1994), was a sort of alternative-folk blend, with lyrics provided by the melancholy Slocum himself. One track, "Trust," made it into the regular praise chorus fare of my church's weekly youth group meeting, and was my first real exposure to the band.
They're looking for money as they clean my artistic womb.
And when I give birth to the child I must take to flight,
'Cause the black in our pocket won't let us fight a proper fight.
So hey baby, can you shed some light on the problem maybe?
'Cause we're all tired and we'd like to know
If we should pack our tents, shut down the show.
Yes, we should like to see a burning bush-type sign.
But anything would be fine.
By the fourth track "Kiss Me," a bit of levity is introduced, and it's good to note that the lyrics for this "pop" tune are far less embarrassing than what you'll find in most pop songs:
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me