First, the process. I
have a journal where I doodle lines and phrases of poems-in-progress. I’ve got about a dozen “solid starts,” and
many more “seeds of ideas”. The journal
was given to me by a friend over five years ago. It wasn’t until I finished this lyric a
couple of days ago that I realized that the “Jekyll and Hyde” idea was something
I had messed around with on the very first page of my journal.
In truth, I am already well-aware that I am a better “starter”
than I am a “finisher.” Kind of by a
lot. But still: Five years? Wow.
What’s especially curious for me is that I finished this
after deciding that I really wanted to finish one of my fragments. It was about 3 weeks ago, and I thought, "I gotta finished something." “Mostly Just Hyde” wasn’t even the one that
I first attacked. I worked on another fragment, hit a wall, then bounced over to this one,
and finished it.
While my commitment to finish something preceded my completion
of this, I still feel as though finishing “Mostly Just Hyde” was largely out of
my hands. With most of what I write, I
feel like I am at the mercy of ideas.
They either come or they don’t.
It was like this when I used to write sermons, too. I would sit down and be like, “OK, God, what
have you got?”
Even now, I’m not sure what I did differently that caused me
to finish this lyric instead of just add an idea or two. I’ve got theories, and how I frame them is
related to how I reconcile the Christian paradox of “free will” versus “God’s
sovereignty”. Was God waiting for me to
earnestly commit to something, at which point he laid out the path of
completion? Did I initially commit to
finishing something because God intended me to do so? Am I choosing to cooperate with God? Does he even need me to?
Surprisingly, I don’t expect to exhaustively resolve this
theological mystery to everyone’s satisfaction in this blog post (resolving “free
will” and “God’s sovereignty” deserves a post all to itself). But my takeaway is this: Maybe finishing
things isn’t as hard as I think it is.
Maybe God is on board with me finishing more things. Maybe he’s ready to finish right alongside
me.
So that’s the process.
About the product: I’m a little ambivalent about it. In some ways, I don’t advocate the theology behind
it. The motif, as you’ll see, is “Jekyll
and Hyde” as a metaphor for what I sometimes feel like in my attempts to follow
Jesus. I think most Christians can
relate.
But maybe we can relate a little too much. I don’t believe God intends for us to commit ourselves him and then spend the rest of our lives in a constant tug-of-war
between “who we are” and “who we used to be.”
This lyric may suggest that God intends for the Christian life to be one
of constant struggle, and that the goal is to struggle more diligently for “the good
side.”
I think that the intended struggle is at least one step
removed from this idea; I think the struggle should be between “struggling” and
“realizing that it doesn’t have to be as much of a struggle as we think.” Of course there are passages in the New
Testament that talk about how difficult it is to follow Jesus. But there are also passages that talk about
how easy it is, and how the power of sin in our lives is an illusion. Paul, especially, has a knack for making
things seem pretty easy, like in Romans 6:6 when he writes, “…we know that our
old self was crucified with him so that the body ruled by sin might be done
away with, that we should no longer be slaves to sin.” Oh, is it that easy? Well, it kind of is. Paul might suggest that if you’re pitting “Jekyll”
and “Hyde” against each other and expecting the participants to be somewhat
evenly matched, you’re already ascribing to a flawed view of the Spirit-filled
life. Maybe the hard part is believing
that it doesn’t have to be so hard.
I believe that artists are somewhat responsible for how their
work is interpreted. So, for the record,
my hope is that struggling souls may read this and take heart in realizing that
they are not alone, and that relatively normal followers of Christ sometimes
feel torn between these poles. On the
other hand, my hope is that struggling souls will not read this as an
endorsement of the life of perpetual struggle.
At least sometimes—and I can’t say how much or in what ways—it shouldn’t
be a struggle, even if this lyric may suggest otherwise.
-THP
Mostly Just Hyde
VERSE 1:
It’s like the beast with Dr. Jekyll, but with me it is
reversed.
I came to God with raging flesh, burdened by the curse.
He calmed me with his potion and subdued the beast inside.
He named me Dr. Jekyll and he banished Mr. Hyde.
Why, oh why, I can’t tell you I summoned Hyde again.
I told him where I lived and when he knocked I let him in.
He’s like that loser college bud who always calls you “bro”
Then reminds you that you owe him when you say it’s time to
go
CHORUS 1:
Some days I’m Dr. Jekyll and some I’m mostly just Hyde
Some days I choose to follow you some days I can’t decide
I conveniently forget some days my flesh is crucified
Some days I’m Dr. Jekyll and some I’m mostly just Hyde
VERSE 2:
I’m Mr. Hyde’s accomplice ‘cause it’s me who let him in
Then I let myself be charmed by his warm, seductive grin.
He mentions “good old days” and he offers me a hit
And he glares inside my soul when I tell him that I’ve quit
He asks me who I’m kidding, and he claims to really know me
And he says there’s more to life and he’d really like to
show me.
I see his lips are moving which is how I know he’s lying
But it’s easy to forget, some days, that Mr. Hyde dying
CHORUS 2:
Some days I’m Dr. Jekyll and some I’m mostly just Hyde
Some days I play the harlot and some I’m the faithful bride
Who I am and what I think some days don’t coincide
Some days I’m Dr. Jekyll and some I’m mostly just Hyde
BRIDGE:
So Dr. God, prescribe for me some pill to make me strong
Some tonic or elixir that will make Hyde run along
Some transformation stabilizer that will make me see
That no matter what he says, Mr. Hyde—he isn’t me
