Susan Boyle: Some Spiritual Morsels


I guess this is one significance of Easter for our times: that God can break through our ordinary, callused senses and bring them into some more sharpened awareness. I am talking about God breaking through our overgrown cultural idolatries through Susan Boyle and our cutting edge web technology. The Resurrection Story happened 2 thousand years ago, and there’s not a way of proving it scientifically that Jesus can break through locked doors and be transported to the Sea of Galilee in a speed even faster than light. The Resurrection Story can only be lived by faith. But here we are – the whole world mesmerized by something meek, something unassuming, something angelic, some sort of a divine kiss on our close-fisted beliefs about beauty and success. Okay – from the world’s standard, Susan Boyle still has a lot to prove that greatness is something sustained through time. How long is the Susan Boyle effect and impact on our deepest longing for inner flow and simplicity and courage will last? I don’t know. All I know is real Beauty is breaking through in our midst and along with Bluepanjeet, I’m calling this a spark of Easter. It’s timely. It’s a necessity. It speaks the technological language of our time. God, for all we know has been counting those Youtube views without getting eyebugs. It’s a pure gift to ponder and cherish both for our individual and corporate lives.  Hence, I am gathering some spiritual morsels.

Susan Boyle is reminding me of something familiar. Here it is:

24Jesus left that place and went to the vicinity of Tyre.[a] He entered a house and did not want anyone to know it; yet he could not keep his presence secret. 25In fact, as soon as she heard about him, a woman whose little daughter was possessed by an evil[b] spirit came and fell at his feet. 26The woman was a Greek, born in Syrian Phoenicia. She begged Jesus to drive the demon out of her daughter.

27“First let the children eat all they want,” he told her, “for it is not right to take the children’s bread and toss it to their dogs.”

28“Yes, Lord,” she replied, “but even the dogs under the table eat the children’s crumbs.”

29Then he told her, “For such a reply, you may go; the demon has left your daughter.”

Mark 7:24-29

The woman in our story was Greek. She does not have the standard Jewish faith as she approaches Jesus. Susan Boyle almost has all the “alien, Greek” qualifications in her resume:

  • youngest among the 10 siblings
  • mother had a difficult birth for her
  • diagnosed with having learning difficulties
  • bullied in school
  • always nervous for auditions
  • went through depression after her mother died

As a volunteer choir in her Catholic church, I can imagine Susan praying over and over for some breakthrough in her unglamorous, tensed life. Will you not if you seem forever stucked in your own boring “village”?

The Greek woman in our story only had a rebuff from Jesus. I still have major prayers unanswered prayers as I speak. So are you I believe. And if you think Faith is a magic carpet that could transport us into our dreamland in an instant, then this is where our Greek idol and Susan Boyle could wag their tongue if they have our temerity to do such. Can you imagine 47 years of going back and forth to a church and verbalizing the same prayer for a relaxed appearance on stage? That’s a lot of repetition, perhaps almost an enslavement to some inner demon we can loosely label as stage fright or low self-esteem. The same with our Greek idol I believe: a pagan approaching a Jewish figure growing in popularity and not without some hesitation or fear of being ostracized by the “institution”. Let’s translate Jesus’ response to our Greek idol literally:

“It is not right for a pagan Greek woman like you to ask favor from a Jewish man.”

And the inner demon in Susan reinforced by our institution?

“We don’t think with your look you deserve to be a star on stage.”

Our Greek idol: “Lord, whatever morsel is there for a “demonized” alien like me, even if I’m undeserving, I will accept.”

Such humility really moved our Man. She got her “Yes” to healing.

I bet Susan must have prayed about Britain Got Talent. But before this big Yes (superficially from the Judges), it was all rebuffs – from bullying to stage fright. This is perhaps the biggest lesson our 2 idols can teach us: how else will I stay between God’s “no’s” or “silence” or “rebuffs” to my prayers and God’s “Yes” except by humility to accept whatever crumb is there that falls. Good if the time lapse between God’s no and God’s yes is only a matter of 24 hours. But for Susan – the big yes came only after 47 years. In between, there was the silent growth in humility by singing the same pieces with the choir. And Susan would have been a different, part of the package Susan without those years of silent singing with the choir and walking the same path from the church to her house.

DesertFishing: Susan, again, you are both a fish in the desert and a fisher, aren’t you?

Susan Boyle: I don’t know about that DFish?

In short – Susan is saying I figure it out myself, like one of those parables.

Bluep, thanks always for the inspiration kapatid…


8 thoughts on “Susan Boyle: Some Spiritual Morsels

  1. Pingback: Daily News About Susan Boyle : A few links about Susan Boyle - Friday, 24 April 2009 00:34

  2. Yes, salamat sa video sa web ni blupanjeet.. ngayon ko lang napanood at na pabig wow ako.. grabe dating ng boses nya..

    tumingin din ako sa you tube.. 42, 398, 268 views..


  3. Bluep, may makeover si Susan! At si Simon – asar na sa nagkocomment sa kanya sa Youtube. He said he’s tired of talks about frumpy looks and cats and hairs. Go Susan – be yourself…

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