Still Haven't found what I'm looking for

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When I was a young formidable chap my father told me: "A philosopher can say in a thousand words, what a teacher can say in a hundred words, what a poet can say with one word."
I knew after hearing that quote that I wanted to be a philosopher, because saying something in a thousand words seemed to be a good idea. Plus I thought a thousand was a big number. Indeed, I was quite philosophical from my mid exciting teens - to my - mid to less formidable 20's. And now I prefer the poetic way of life. I'll soon correct this error but for now i'll bathe in it's sweet sounding glory of the word for a little longer, at least until my palms wrinkle.
The poet in this video is John Bosco, a local teacher here in the capital of Burundi. He loves music, his true passion, and this song is about his spiritual searching. What I like most about it, is that he really sort of got a Bono'ish feel. "I still haven't found what I'm looking for" is easily one of my favorite U2 songs along with "one" like almost every other U2 fan under the sun. You can't tell us cliché U2 fans apart, we look alike, talk alike, and dress the same. But I'm the one in Burundi, and you're the one reading this from a comfortable office, or room, somewhere in the developed world. And one of your internet tabs is on a comedic utube short, another one is on your email account, while skype rests in the background, and when you hear the sound of someone approaching you'll shrink all the tabs revealing your excel spread sheet just in time for when your boss, or spouse, or friend walks in on you with less than groundbreaking news, and it's likely that they are U2 fans of the same exact sort.

So John Bosco isn't the typical Christian. His view of the Trinity isn't comfortable:

The one with the Hidden face= Father
The one in the middle of misery= Son
The one with the forgotten face= Spirit

I'm willing to bet when most people picture Jesus they don't picture a man with many sorrows, a suffering being, that's why we put up crosses everywhere as reminders, but they don't seem to work like they were intended to. Because now you can get cross jewlry of gold and silver. What would the "light" of this John Bosco Trinity be like I wonder: not so bright and Christmassy I would guess, not just the giver of blessings. This seems to be the tri-unity of trials. The first time I heard the term Tri-unity was in 1997 at Grace Bible Church in Bozeman Montana. I remember jotting it down.

Some Christians grow up in a comfortable world, with electricity, peace, jobs, internet cafes, NBC, and FOX news. Some Christians grow up in a painful world of poverty, war, rape, theft, violence, refugee camps, pain, and no NBC or FOX news. Both study from the same book, but what's taken away from that book is sometimes miles apart. I grew up in the former environment. John, the ladder.

The Person with the hidden face - The Father is ever unseen by mankind, though in the time of the Son, if you saw the Son, then you Saw the Father. A thirty three year window (or there abouts). But after the 30's A.D. there is no chance to see the Son, save via visions and such, which many around the world claim to have. But to see the Person with the hidden face with your own eyes… No. Hidden.

The Person in the middle of misery - had 33 years (give or take) of living and serving in the middle of misery. Took on the weight of the world, taught, healed, prophesied, and did a myriad of other activities. 3 1/2 years of ministering in misery as it were, no retreats, no benifits, no social security. No executive desk, Black leather chair with wheels, AC, comfortable bed, message therapy, pain meds... nothing. Fox hole, nomadic type lifestyle. Maybe even one pair of sandals, though this issue is hotly debated among scholars.

The person with the forgotten face - I imagine that the Helper would have a forgotten face, if you saw friends, family, neighbors, killing each other. You have forgotten many things if find you are killing your brother. You have forgotten many things if you find you hate your brother. Christian killing Christian, the face of the Helper, forgotten.

John, searched in time, space, in the good, and in bad, among powerful men, but never found what he was looking for. Then in a moment of his life, he had a vision, and when God visited his house, (the french is literally "When You knocked on my house, You had the face of my Brother") John saw that God, had the face of his Brother: for John a shocking revelation. And ultimately John didn't find God among the rulers of the Earth, rather a child with arms extended toward His Father.

By all accounts a well written song. Personal wisdom, insight, experience, self, and much more, all poured into the lyrics.
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