"Worship" Music at Elevation Church – Rage Against the Machine?

Posted on July 15, 2010


Update: It appears any evidence of this performance has been wiped clean from the internet. The Lord knows why.

For the sake of personal friendships, I have rarely posted anything about Steven Furtick’s seeker-friendly megachurch, Elevation Church of Charlotte, NC. Neither will I elaborate on this post today except to ask, how is this “worship” music possibly bringing glory to God as it conforms to the world rather than conforming to the likeness of Christ. God has called us to worship in spirit and in truth, not conform to the leftist anarchist music of Rage Against the Machine. Bulls on Parade? Where is the discernment? If you go to Elevation, I hope you consider how problematic this is. The music video below epitomizes the fallen state of the post-modern American church.

Lyrics to Bulls on Parade below video.

Do not love the world or the things in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For all that is in the world—the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life—is not of the Father but is of the world. And the world is passing away, and the lust of it; but he who does the will of God abides forever.- 1 John 2:15-17
I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that you present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable to God, which is your reasonable service. And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, that you may prove what is that good and acceptable and perfect will of God. – Romans 12:1-2  
Lyrics to Bulls on Parade:
Come wit it now!
Come wit it now!
The microphone explodes, shattering the molds
Ya either drop tha hits like de la O or get tha f*** off tha commode
Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha bodies drop
Drop an don’t copy yo, don’t call this a co-opt
Terror rains drenchin’, quenchin’ tha thirst of tha power dons
That five sided fist-a-gon
Tha rotten sore on tha face of mother earth gets bigger
Tha triggers cold now empty ya purse

They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells

Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes
Not need, just feed the war cannibal animal
I walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a library
Linin’ to the mind cemetery now
What we don’t know keeps tha contracts alive an movin’
They don’t gotta burn tha books they just remove ’em
While arms warehouses fill as quick as tha cells

Rally round tha family, pockets full of shells
Rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells

Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!

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