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The Story Behind “More Like Falling In Love” (or what vibrant faith and housecleaning have in common)

January 30, 2010

I’ve been talking about our recent radio promotional tour in support of the new single, “More Like Falling In Love”.  I went on the road with Josh Petersen for a week to visit our friends at radio stations between TX and MN and more often than not they’d invite me on air to talk about the story behind the song. So far, the song is gaining a lot of support and we’re so grateful.  This was the song I’d always hoped would connect at radio.

I’d been kicking around the idea for “More Like Falling In Love” for a few years, writing it once as a ballad, once as a brit-pop kind of a song… I always suspected that it was a simple and potent enough idea for a song that if written right could have a wide appeal.  When I started working with Jason Ingram, I brought the idea to him and he jumped in with me, helping me make the most of it.  It became a groovy kind of summer-time love song, which of course is exactly what it should have been all along. I mean c’mon – it’s a love song after all.  Ever since we wrote it, we’ve been excited to send it out into the world and see what would happen. I’ve been blessed by its enthusiastic reception.

It’s an important idea to me, that – as G. K. Chesterton has said – our Christianity should look “less like a theory and more like a love affair.” Sometimes I think we’re in danger of making our faith solely about intellectual assent to the facts of who Jesus was/is.  Is it weird to anyone else that we’ve made salvation a matter of who has the best information? The danger, at least for me, is that an intellectualized faith can lose its heart, and over and over we are told in scripture that the heart is, well… the heart of the matter.  But I believe Jesus came to give us more than just better information about who God is, I believe he came to give us access to a relationship with God.

Don’t get me wrong, I believe it’s essential that we believe well and foster good theology.  Bad theology has done more damage in Christendom than perhaps anything else.  But that’s a discussion for another song…

I’ve wondered: We seem intent on protecting our hearts from God – knowing that to give him true, unlimited access to our hearts is to risk having our whole world turned upside down.  Though Jesus is called “The Prince Of Peace” we suspect that he is a disturber of the peace as well – at least of the false, half-hearted, varieties of peace we try to create for ourselves with relationships, job-security, money, etc.  Instinctively we know that it’s a risky venture to get too tangled up with God…

So do we intellectualize our faith in a subconscious attempt to keep God at a safer distance?  It’s a thought worth reflecting on, I think…

But even this is a heady kind of reflection about a song that is trying to get to the heart of what matters most.  One of the most remarkable things about Christianity to me is that because of Christ we can have communion with God.  At its most basic level, the story of Christianity is a love story about the relationship between God and man.  He even refers to us as his bride. So to get this point across, the story I’ve been sharing with radio audiences is a story about a relationship of mine that has taught me a great deal about the difference between law and love.  And it goes like this:

Taya is from the Bellingham, WA and she flies home to be with her family at least once a year.  She’s also very clean and orderly, and I – as you might imagine – am… well… not.  So in our first year of marriage, when she was flying back home from a week with her family, it occurred to me that I should probably clean up the house that I had managed to thoroughly destroy within hours of her departure.  But then I had what seemed like a brilliant thought at the time: “hey, if I wait until she gets home, she can help me clean the house.  She seems to like cleaning the house anyways…”  It sounded very reasonable in my mind, but… obviously it wasn’t such a good thought. I would soon learn that Taya didn’t think it was a good idea either.

You can imagine that after a period of being apart from each other, I might have hoped for a happy, loving reunion.  But that was not to be.  And thus, I learned my lesson.  If I wanted Taya to be happy, the house had to be clean when she got home.  And so I learned what I had to do to fulfill the letter of the law of Taya in that regard, and from then on, whenever she would return home from a trip, I would follow the letter of that law and consequently I’d do the least I had to do to fulfill my obligations.

I would sweep things under the couch.  I would rearrange the dirty dishes in a way that made it look like there were less than there actually were… you get the idea.  It was all very half-hearted. Of course Taya knew it, but was very gracious, and this is how it went for the next few years.

And then about 4 years into our marriage, she was coming home again, and – again – I did the least that I had to do to get the job done. But then something strange happened, and I had a new thought, unlike any I’d ever had before: “Man, Taya would be really surprised if I oiled our hard wood floors…” So, after finding the oil and the mop, I polished those floors to perfection.  And then I had another thought: “you know, Taya would feel really loved if I were to vacuum the upstairs”. And so I found the vacuum cleaner, figured out how to turn it on, and proceeded to not only vacuum the upstairs but dust and wash the bedding and clean the mirrors and on and on through the rest of the little green farm house we rented, driven by some new found desire to please her.

When I finished in a sweat, I went to clean up in the bathroom, and what you need to understand and appreciate here is that we lived on a farm with well water that smelled sulfuric and left an orange residue everywhere it sat. Taya had been away for a couple of weeks, so you can imagine what our toilet bowl looked like.  Or maybe you can’t imagine.  Perhaps you shouldn’t…

To put it mildly, the toilet bowl was stained with a muddy orange silt that had sat and become one with the porcelain over that last couple of weeks, which sparked my last, best, and most radical thought of that day:

“Taya would be amazed if she were to come home to a spotless toilet bowl!”

And so I got down on my knees and scrubbed that thing while angel choirs descended from heaven and extolled the virtues of the cleanliness of our toilet bowl.

Taya was indeed amazed. Almost as much as I was. Afterwards I was wondering about what the heck came over me, and I realized that all along I had been doing the least that was required of me out of obligation to the law of Taya, but this time it was different – I had done it out of love.  And that is the distinction.

This provided me with a real life picture of the difference between dead religion and a vibrant relationship with Christ, where faith can either be a burdensome, obligatory, passionless ideology or a response to love that spontaneously erupts and spills out of our lives like an artesian well that cannot be contained.

I know which one I prefer, how about you?

6 Comments leave one →
  1. Kaitlyn permalink
    January 30, 2010 8:48 am

    It always amazes me how you can bring a story like this one around, and show us something in a whole new light. I totally get it. This song has sort of become my anthem lately. God is really bringing me into a relationship with Him that allows me to fall in love with Him. I’m grateful for it. It also brings another one of your songs mind. The Cut. He’s really stripping away the things in my life that I have so desperately clung to, that I thought would make me feel safe. The process has been difficult, but I know that letting it go will allow me to fall in love with Jesus the way that I so desperately need to. Thanks Jason!

  2. January 31, 2010 3:15 pm

    That story is a great illustration!

  3. hisearthgirl permalink
    February 1, 2010 4:32 pm

    just something encouraging I came across in my reading today of Brennan Manning’s Abba’s Child that resonates with “the Golden Boy & the Prodigal”

    “Simon Tugwell, in his book The Beatitudes, explains:
    And so, like runaway slaves, we either flee our own reality or manufacture a false self which is mostly admirable, mildly prepossessing, and superficially happy. We hide what we know or feel ourselves to be (which we assume to be unacceptable and unlovable) behind some kind of appearance which we hope will be more pleasing. We hide behind pretty faces which we put on for the benefit of our public. And in time we may even come to forget that we are hiding, and think that our assumed pretty face is what we really look like” p. 22

  4. February 3, 2010 2:45 pm

    I love that song! I especially like the part “all that religion ever made of me was just a sinner with a stone tied to my feet…” I told my best friend that your songs describe me perfectly!
    As for becoming a believer, it has been a sweet journey (9 years and counting) with a lot of (tough) life lessons! Especially in my marriage (15 years!), where love needs to come from the heart and not from obligation. Amongst the chaos of dirty dishes and loads of laundry (due to 3 kids!) Christ has been the center of my life, not because I’m legally bound, but because my heart desires to please Him! You have a great Source of inspiration for your songs! Keep it up! We are big fans!

  5. amber norris permalink
    April 15, 2010 3:20 pm

    that was an awesome song more like falling in love i really loved it it touched my heart and gave me goose bumps.

  6. Arianna permalink
    December 10, 2010 5:18 pm

    Thank you so much for writing and sharing this song with the world. I had just been to a church service where the sermon was very intellectual and was driving home when I heard your song. Right before it came on the radio, I had been having a conversation to my sisters about this exact topic. I am a Christian and have been attending church my entire life, but been having this debate lately. Being a Christian should be focused on the relationship and the love we have for Christ and how we can share that love with others. Thanks again.

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