Depending on your generation, and the music you listened to growing up, KISS is either a glamor metal band or an acronym for Keep It Simple Silly. The band KISS gained recognition in the late 70’s for their outlandish costumes, elaborate live sets, a made for TV movie, one absolutely beautiful ballad “Beth”, and some borderline music that ten-year-olds probably shouldn’t have been listening to. Evangelical mothers believed that the band’s name was an acronym for Knights In Satan’s Service. It wasn’t. This, they believed, would scare their kids from wanting to buy KISS’s. It didn’t.
We could debate the musical legacy of KISS all night long. Correction, we could debate the musical legacy of KISS for a solid seven minutes—4:15 minutes to debate and 2:45 minutes to listen to Beth. The debate ends with Kiss Meets the Phantom of the Park. Period.
Keep It Simple Silly serves as a better rule and life lesson. I’ve used “Silly” in order to keep this PG-13. I know full well what the last ‘S’ stands for. We have a tendency to overthink, to overwork, to overwhelm ourselves. We have neglected simplicity as virtue. Fundamentally, our culture believes that complicated equals better. Complicated has kept a good portion of the world employed…especially pastors. We use big, scary theological words so that no one bothers us. Are you ready to argue the finer points of “Postmillennial Dispensationalism”? Me neither. Call it a draw.
Simplicity seems too easy.
The boys and I got our haircuts tonight. Karen came along for the laughs. We sat in our stylist’s salon. Her husband joined us. We laughed, and empathized, and wondered. We told stories, compared scars, shared each other’s lives. At least three of us got our hair cut. It was a deliciously simple night.
That’s it. Keep It Simple Silly. Tomorrow. Friday. Especially Saturday and Sunday. Keep it simple. Our way through 2020 may not be a 280 page AAA TripTik quest. Our way through 2020 may depend on our ability to simplify.
H.D. Thoreau offered, “Our life is frittered away by detail. Simplify, simplify, simplify! I say, let your affairs be as two or three, and not a hundred or a thousand; instead of a million count half a dozen, and keep your accounts on your thumb-nail.”
Simplify, friends. Simplify. This is easier than we are making it out to be.
I love you.
I need you.
I hope for you.
Please be safe.