There is a moment in the new James Bond film that just takes your breath away. It doesn’t have to do with stunning scenery, great action or attractive, sexy people. No, rather, it has to do with the most iconic of automobiles — the famous Astin Martin DB5.
Hard to imagine that a car that was built almost 50 years ago can cause both men and women react in a visceral way. The car’s look just wears so well with age, looks great, sounds amazing and, other than a monster truck rally, fits into every lifestyle in some way. It’s a breathtaking creation.
It’s not nostalgia — even though I covet something that was cool to my parent’s generation. Nope . . . I don’t long for the time in which it was created. I long for that car.
I don’t really want to change it. It would just look so wrong painted green or blue. In fact! I saw a photo of a black one recently. Didn’t look right.
I like the newer versions, too. The DB9 in Casino Royale was definitely craveable. It’s very cool. I’d be thrilled to have one in my garage. But there is just something about the DB5. It’s truly iconic.
In worship, there are music icons. For All The Saints is best on a pipe organ, with brass accompaniment. O God, Our Help in Ages Past — same thing. There are just certain things that are icons in music.
Taking nothing away from current worship music. There are some truly divine offerings that stir my soul I new ways — music by Chris Tomlin comes to mind, as does several things by the Gettys. In 20 years, some will be iconic to me, I’m sure.
Some songs and hymns, while part of the musical heritage and lexicon, haven’t aged well. Often, they are chosen in worship to relive an earlier time. Then, we are worshipping nostalgia . . . longing for a recapturing of a musical moment in time . . . things that show their age.
I wait for the moments when my soul longs for the icons in their base form — the DB5 of worship music.