Here's the song -- as usual, just a rough recording on my phone. Someday I'll have the time and money to do some higher quality recordings:
And here's a summary of the project and the lyrics:
In my paper, I tried out a reading of Genesis 2:25-3:24 in
conversation with the work of Brené Brown on shame and vulnerability. In her
book Daring Greatly: How the Courage to
Be Vulnerable Transforms the Way We Live, Love, Parent, and Lead (New York:
Gotham, 2012), Brown defines shame as “the fear that something we’ve done or
failed to do, an ideal that we’ve not lived up to, or a goal that we’ve not
accomplished makes us unworthy of connection….Shame is the intensely personal
feeling or experience of believing that we are flawed and therefore unworthy of
love and belonging.” (68-69).
What would it mean to understand the story of the man and
the woman in the garden, not as a story about “original sin,” but rather as a
story about the harmful effects of shame on our human need for connection and
belonging? In fact, while motifs of shame and nakedness figure prominently in
the story, the Hebrew word for sin is entirely absent. This way of reading the
story makes God’s second question to the humans – “Who told you that you were
naked?” – just as important as the question about eating the fruit. Who told us
that we are naked and need to be ashamed? What voices tell us that we are
lacking, deficient, or unworthy of love?
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“Above all, clothe yourselves with love,
which binds everything together in perfect harmony.” (Colossians 3:14).
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“Who Told Us?” – David Hosey, 2015
Once naked and
unashamed
Now hiding from the One who gave us our names
Once not a thing we lacked
Now exposed and not sure there’s any going back
Now hiding from the One who gave us our names
Once not a thing we lacked
Now exposed and not sure there’s any going back
Who told us?
Who told us we should be ashamed?
Who told us?
Who told us we’re naked and afraid?
Who told us we should be ashamed?
Who told us?
Who told us we’re naked and afraid?
Once made to be
one flesh
Now hopelessly estranged, or else hopelessly enmeshed
Once believing we were enough
The voice whispered, “You could be gods – why settle for just being loved?”
Now hopelessly estranged, or else hopelessly enmeshed
Once believing we were enough
The voice whispered, “You could be gods – why settle for just being loved?”
Who told us?
Who told us we should be ashamed?
Who told us?
Who told us we’re naked and afraid?
Who told us we should be ashamed?
Who told us?
Who told us we’re naked and afraid?
So let’s clothe
ourselves in Love
Try to cover up with leaves
Or with awards and items on our CVs
But all of it just falls apart
We’ll be naked again – we’ve been naked from the start
Try to cover up with leaves
Or with awards and items on our CVs
But all of it just falls apart
We’ll be naked again – we’ve been naked from the start
So let’s clothe
ourselves in Love
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