“Woe to me!” I cried. “I am ruined! For I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips, and my eyes have seen the King, the LORD Almighty. Isaiah 7:5
As I drove to the gym before work I kept listening to Isaiah chapter 6 over and over again. On my mind was verse 5. For I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips. And as it turns out, my IPOD spews out music that comes from unclean lips.
Eminem’s lyrical talent is undeniable, his underlying beats downright brilliant. But the real slim shady who spits such raw, crass, “real,” lyrics brings two powerful thoughts to my mind.
1. People relate to those who don’t blow sunshine up their derrière but relate and enter into the common suffering.
2. More pointedly, that we live among a people of unclean lips. That we need anointing, so we might see the King.