The sky on the drive into the city for the concert


It finally happened. 3/2/17 my daughters, their friends and I went to the Twenty One Pilots (TØP) concert in New Orleans, the fourth to last gig in their Emotional Roadshow tour.

Someone the next day asked me to choose a single word to describe my experience. I immediately said: Transcendent.

The lead singer in one of the two opening acts, Jon Bellion, captured perfectly the marvelous distinctiveness of TØP:

You know, when you’ve got a band that makes it big as fast as they have; that can pack arenas all over the globe, like tonight; and you’ve got a band with only two men in it that can put on a show of the quality you’re about to experience tonight — and they still remain just as kind, humble and compassionate as they’ve always have been — well, you know you’ve got something amazing going on. Right? [cheers] And you fans tonight — right? — who you are, well, it’s a worthy reflection of who these guys are. So let’s get hyped, okay! Are you there?

I don’t know how to really convey my thoughts on this whole experience, so I’ll just let it flow without a plan. Yesterday, the morning after the concert, I was slammed, beginning at 5:00 a.m., with a series of intense work-related stresses, so I had to tuck away the fire that I had burning within me until my work day ended late last night. It’s still burning in me as I write.

Being at this concert with my daughters and their friends was a piece of heaven for me. That’s really the highlight of the night. These are all very special young women. One of my sons once said of all these girls, “Where do they come from? No one their age is like that.” They’re deep, beautiful throughout, hip, smart, fun, faith-filled, loving, not petty and real people. The fact that they were thrilled I was there with them, were totally jazzed that I knew the words to every TØP song, as I danced, jumped and arm-waved (all of which is, I believe, worth doing badly)? Well, it was nothing short of a suspension of the laws of teen nature. Here they are:


It was transcendent. The concert, that is. Transcend, from the Latin trans (above or beyond) and scandere (to climb up), captures perfectly the effect of Josh and Tyler’s musical performance  — propelling, lifting, drawing, dazzling my spirit up into wild joy, forgetfulness of my cares, amazement and (a number of times) profound prayer. Their music in general, and this performance in particular, bears a profound sense of empathy, human solidarity and — there is no better single word for it — hope. Hope, because you feel in your guts you are not alone in the mess of things. Hope, because the unspecified “you” that marks so many of their songs is so naturally, though not assaultingly, open to God.

Someone asked me yesterday, “Are they a Christian band?” I immediately said, “No, they’re a schitzo-pop band who, as they write, sing and perform, inhale and exhale Christ, who is God so near that He’s nearly invisible.” They are artists who draw living water from the well of Christ who, in the words of Vatican II, “reveals man to himself and brings to light his most high calling.” Yep, their music brings to light the high calling of men and women who find themselves presently very, very low to the ground. Often with the high skies blanked out of view. Especially as they sang Addict with a Pen, Trees, as well as a haunting — almost mystical — cover of My Chemical Romance’s song, Cancer. 

As I wrote last summer, while there are significant differences, concerts like theirs deeply resonate with the meaning and experience of liturgical worship. I think of the almost sacramental character of the lights, sights and sounds; the communal singing of common texts (lyrics) that unite all; the ritual body movements; the focus around a “sanctuary” populated by celebrants clothed in symbolic vestments; or the feeling of being removed from everyday experience to enter into a world of higher-deeper-wider meaning that transfigures the way you think-see-hear-feel everything. These events give baptismal priests like myself the opportunity to give voice to the liturgy of creation that shouts and whispers, sings and groans with all the vitality and agony of life in a world laboring to give birth to a new creation. In fact, a friend of mine texted me just before the concert began: “Prayers for your night of lay high priestly worship!!”

Jamie Smith, in his book Desiring the Kingdom, argues that humanity is naturally homo liturgicus, “liturgical man.” We are drawn to ritual and liturgy, are naturally oriented toward worship and desire for the taste of transcendence in liturgy. Psychologically, socially, spiritually. He makes the point that good education, which is meant not simply to train workers with skill-sets for lucrative careers or give head-knowledge, but to form the whole person, must be thoroughly liturgical. Hence, it must engage the whole person in every aspect of existence, while being at the same time a full immersion into the dynamic mystery of God. He says,

Education is not primarily a heady project concerned with providing information; rather, education is most fundamentally a matter of formation, a task of shaping and creating a certain kind of people. What makes them a distinctive kind of people is what they love or desire – what they envision as ‘the good life’ of the ideal picture of human flourishing. An education, then, is a constellation of practices, rituals, and routines that inculcates a particular vision of the good life by inscribing or infusing that vision into the heart — the gut — by means of material, embodied practices.

The Sacred Liturgy is not a concert, but concerts have the capacity to profoundly bear the imprint of Sacred liturgy. When done well, musical events lead us into the Sacred Liturgy and intensify the force of the dismissal Rite — Go in peace, glorifying the Lord by your life — empowering us to set the world on fire. Artists like TØP make present a FarNear Kingdom burgeoning with divine Fire, a Kingdom guilty of breaking-and-entering a world grown old and cold in sin. In the words of Ode to Sleep:

I’ll stay awake,
‘Cause the dark’s not taking prisoners tonight.

Why am I not scared in the morning?
I don’t hear those voices calling,
I must have kicked them out, I must have kicked them out,
I swear I heard demons yelling,
Those crazy words they were spelling,
They told me I was gone, they told me I was gone.

But I’ll tell them,
Why won’t you let me go?
Do I threaten all your plans?
I’m insignificant.
Please tell them you have no plans for me.
I will set my soul on fire, what have I become?
I’ll tell them.

Thank you, Lord of Fire, for TØP, who share with us words of hope and fire that consume the flaming arrows of dark demons who whisper despair into the night.

Here are a few videos I shot, portions of songs captured with my 432-times-dropped phone. So realize the quality is low and a dim reflection of the reality.

Very end of Car Radio:

Mashup of Screen and The Judge:

Ode to Sleep:




Catherine and Maria, lights in my life


  1. Nos says:

    Awwwwwwwww. + + + + + + + .princesses all ,,, thank you Dr Kneel for not spoiling the shot !!!just kidding my friend just kidding really laughing out really loud ! ! !. The one at the end with Maria and Catherine is Priceless Frame it… P.B.W.Y.A.A.

    • Thank you, nos! I am always very grateful for your wonderful, passionate, insightful, honest and faith-filled comments. Always. Blessings you you and your awesome fam. Peace and all good. tjmfjn

  2. AMDG says:

    I love the quote about education!

    As is often the case, I marvel at your sensitivity to the secular dimension of the exercise of the baptismal priesthood, a sensitivity which alludes me to a certain degree (although not entirely). I admire the way you are able to enter in so fully to the mundane and the extraordinary ordinariness, if that makes sense.

    Reading this post I wonder, what was your concert-prayer like?

    May we each be Christ to the corners of our lives; how great is the Thirst!

    • Thank you, AMDG. I always love your comments and get excited when I see your initials. I will share some time soon what the concert-prayer was like because, as I do, I journaled it later. Peace and blessings to you this holy Lenten season. tn

      • AMDG says:

        I will be looking forward to that post!

        (Correction: eludes not alludes– I wish I would take the time to proofread)

        May we all be transformed by Mercy this lent so that Easter finds us entering more fully into His Glory!

    • AMDG says:

      Eludes not alludes

      (I wish I would take the time to proofread)

  3. Lisa Mayo says:

    I wish they knew my son’s name, Gus Mayo.
    I wish they knew that their music gave my son comfort.
    I wish they knew that before he was killed, Gus beat his demons.
    I wish they knew that Gus is an inspiration to others now.

    Thank you for your words.
    (Gus was 21)

    • Lisa, I am so deeply touched by your words. Thank you for introducing me to Gus Mayo, and for sharing your/his witness to hope in the midst of tragedy. I wish Josh and Tyler could know Gus’ name and story, to realize what good they bring into the world. May God give Gus light, happiness and peace for all ages. And give you and your family strength. What’s amazing is that my family and I used to live in Iowa right near the St Gregory Retreat Center. I am grateful God has crossed our paths. For all who may read this, here is Gus’ in memoriam:
      Memory eternal. Amen.

      • Lisa Mayo says:

        Thank you. We miss him so. I would like to email you a tribute that I wrote for Gus as I know that you are friends with his sister, Jessen. I can do this through Jessen if you would like.

      • Lisa Mayo says:

        My husband, Mike, thinks I have you confused with another professor that Jessen knows. I apologize if these few messages have you confused. I am grateful for you words of comfort.

    • No worries. I am so glad that I was able to come to know of you and your son. Please feel free to email me the tribute, if you would:

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