So I finally got to see the Miley Cyrus video just now. It was as bad as you guys said it was. It was also weird to see everyone’s reaction to only Miley and forget that she was performing with a 36 year old man. No unbalanced judgment there. Regardless, it was a strange spectacle and I struggled to grasp what it meant.
I celebrated 1 year of being a dad to a beautiful daughter this past Sunday and what a year it has been. I know how fiercely I love little Ella and how if anyone ever said the things I’ve seen people say about that Miley, I’d bring the house down on them, no matter if the stuff was true or not. I have such dreams for that little beauty, that she take after her dad’s love of books, become the first person on Mars, and win Wimbledon. I wonder what hopes her father had for her. I think it’s safe to say it wasn’t what happened last night. I know alot of people want to chalk up that performance to just another battle in a culture war that we somehow haven’t seemed to realize is a sham.
Last night was a desperate cry, a begging for someone to love her. It was Gomer’s search for a lover to satisfy her needs, despite the fact Hosea waited patiently as The Lord commanded. It was the prodigal son out living a life of decadence while his father waited patiently for who know how many days. It was Mary Magdalene doing whatever God awful things she was doing before she laid herself at the feet of the savior. Each one of those involved someone who waited for them, someone who either reflected or actually was the embodiment of the Gospel of perfect grace.
At our local church, Dave has recently begun our new theme of Hope. If you couldn’t look at her eyes and see a wild desire for a hope she can’t even fathom. How often do we remember Ephesians 2:12 before hacking into someone so clearly lost. We shake our fists and heads and talk about fame mongering or how bad the world has gotten. Have we forgotten that we were once cut off from hope as well? We had no hope, and essentially did nothing to gain it. It was imparted on us. Despite all the sin we are wrecked with, we still have hope that we are sons and daughters of the king and that he looks on us with Christ’s righteousness as our own. The sins of our best day rank as high as Miley’s raunchiest performance.
I hope there is someone around her to not give up, her father or someone who will look her in the eye and tell her how much she is loved, and how much she is fearfully and wonderfully made. I recently sat with an old Young Life friend who recounted some of their darker times and just how bad it got. It was a roller coaster of emotions as they told me of depravity they fell so far into and how Christ worked through YL leaders in never giving up on them. Never giving up. Never giving up.
I don’t know if that will happen with Miley Cyrus, it doesn’t look promising. I also am not calling what happened on that stage as anything less than trashy. What I am saying is that if our first thought is to talk about how trashy that person is or how terrible they are, then we’ve lost the focus of the Gospel. We’ve lost the fact that Christ came to save sinners, of whom we are all chief. Don’t lose sight of the fact that Christ formed Miley in her mother’s womb and she is a creation of beauty in the eyes of the Father.
As Ella and I walked through her grandparents backyard this evening, picking and eating muscadines straight off the vine, I was paralyzed with the fear that Ella has every bit the fallen nature that could lead her straight to such a stage as Miley Cyrus found herself on the other night. But, in the end I trust in a Savior that tells me for good or ill, I will be her father and she will be always beautiful in my eyes. I will always be there to take her by the hand and tell her how much I love her and how grand of a creation she is. I pray that someone is that for the scared little girl who cloaked her fear in defiance and debauchery last night.