Here’s an interesting track from Brad Paisley’s 2013 album Wheelhouse. It’s a modern-day gospel song by a man who is a regular churchgoer himself, but it’s told from the perspective of a non-believer.
Paisley spends the song’s first four verses mocking “those crazy Christians” for their devotion, but then has to give them credit for their commitment to caring for people they’ve never even met.
Paisley had this to say about the origin of the song:
I wrote it shortly after my cousin-in-law passed away in 2011. He was young, and he fought against a debilitating disease. There weren’t five minutes of intensive care that there weren’t at least two church members at the hospital, and I remember thinking, what makes people take shifts for somebody they haven’t known very long? Well, it’s belief.
I’m not a Christian, crazy or otherwise, but I know some devout ones and I share Paisley’s admiration for their capacity to invest themselves in the well-being of others.
I just wish so many other Christians didn’t give the whole enterprise a bad name.
Those crazy Christians, I was gonna sleep in today
But the church bells woke me up and they’re a half a mile away
Those crazy Christians, dressed up driving down my street
Get their weekly dose of guilt before they head to Applebee’s
They pray before they eat and they pray before they snore
They pray before a football game and every time they score
Every untimely passing, every dear departed soul
Is just another good excuse to bake a casserole
Those crazy Christians, go and jump on some airplane
And fly to Africa or Haiti, risk their lives in Jesus’ name
And though they ain’t the late night party kind
They curse the devil’s whiskey while they drink the Savior’s wine
A famous TV preacher has a big affair and then
One tearful confession and he’s born again again
Someone yells hallelujah and they shout and clap and sing
It’s like they can’t wait to forgive someone for just about anything
Those crazy Christians
Instead of being outside on this sunny afternoon
They’re by the bedside of a stranger in a cold hospital room
And every now and then they meet a poor lost soul like me
Who’s not quite sure just who or what or how he ought to be
They march him down the aisle and then the next thing that you know
They dunk him in the water and here comes another one of those crazy Christians
They look to heaven their whole life
And I think what if they’re wrong but what if they’re right
You know it’s funny, much as I’m baffled by it all
If I ever really needed help, well you know who I’d call
Is those crazy Christians