Monday, June 26, 2006

Broken Silence at the compost pile

On my way out to the compost bin this morning, I noticed something was different. I had gotten used to seeing the cross by the back door, our son's artwork on a lone piece of wood, marking our back door as both Christian and graffiti friendly.

But there was something different about the bin. Normally a dull green, it had a bit more color, and seemed more attractive than just a humble home for decomposing coffee grounds and orange rinds.


A closer inspection revealed the masterful handiwork of a true graffiti/stencil artist.

Following in the footsteps of Code Yellow Mom, before running to find the culprit to hand him a Brillo pad, I grabbed the camera.


I happened to find the unnamed offender in my kitchen. When asked about his artwork, he immediately confessed to the crime. He had painstakingly cut a stencil out of cardboard with his X-acto knife.

Of course, my next question was, “At this very moment, is this sharp object in a place where small people in this house could get to it?” There was a pause in the interrogation while he secured the knife.

Upon his return, he continued to tell me that “Broken Silence” is the name of the Christian band he is planning on forming someday with his buds (“I’m the lead guitarist and singer.”).

I tried to act non-chalant. An eleven-year-old coming up with a name like “Broken Silence?”

I cannot possibly be dealing with anything but greatness here.

He insisted that he would have painted his band’s name on something else, but “we were out of pieces of wood.”

His obviously truthful explanation bought some thinking time.

Then I got to thinking. Maybe the compost bin is actually an appropriate place to be dubbed “Broken Silence.” It is a place where broken, living things come to die (roll with me here...) in silence (actually, it's darkness, but, hey, close enough), so that they can be used to make something else grow.

Okay, the graffiti stays. Every day when we bring our peelings to the pile, we can be reminded of the goals of a young boy.

A graffiti psalmist. Hmm..who would have thought?

You turned my wailing into dancing;
You removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,
that my heart may sing to You and not be silent.

O LORD my God,
I will give You thanks forever.

Psalm 30:11-12

11 comments:

Code Yellow Mom said...

OK, that is just awesome. Graffiti and all. Very creative of him and you...I seriously got goosebumps about his dream and the verse you included at the end.

And this post will be a treasured memory, long after you get a new bin (if you ever do), and whether or not he is ever the lead singer of a Christian band.

I also like your application of broken silence to the compost/recyclables. Not too far of a stretch from there to being "reborn"...Maybe he could write his first song about it? Hmmm...

(And thanks for the link :)

Michelle- This One's For The Girls said...

I so loved this. You'll have to save these pictures to show his future wife. She'll especially appreciate them if she's traveling with him on his very first "Broken Silence" tour. ;)

theresa said...

what an artist! You gotta give him credit for his creativity!

Stephanie said...

I want to be as cool of a mom as you when my kidlets are teens. He gets points for being innovative.

I am so glad to see that composting isn't a lost art! I get funny looks from my neighbors when I put all of my peelings and such in our bin.

Susanne said...

That's so cool. Good for you for thinking all that thru in the probable split second before he got in trouble for it. Love your analogy. I'll look for "Broken Silence" and my Christian Bookstores shelves in the coming years.

voni said...

Thats a great story:) Totally made me smile. The verse on the end how fitting:)
Thanks for visiting my blog and thanks for your encourageing verse and words!

Bethany said...

Oh that's great!! You handled that so graciously. I think I'd have grounded him....but I certainly like the way you saw things!! What great perspective you have. And I think your probably right....you are dealing with greatness!

Dennis Smith said...

Hey! What a brilliant young man....I think he takes after his mother...wink wink ;)

Seeing how I'm really fond of this bright young man, I'm just thankful he didn't come up with something like, "Breaking Wind!"

Nettie said...

No, I don't think you can ever have another compost bin. This one is the new family heirloom. Who knew great spiritual words could be found in composting? I, too, will be looking for "Broken Silence" albums to be available in the future. (Are you acquring a supply of boards for future artistic works?)

Beck said...

Heh - that's funny. My 4-year-old drew a large (and forbidden) mural all over the playroom wall, and his artist father was so pleased with "the colour and the composition." Um, HE DREW ON THE WALL! I can probably look forward to having my compost box decorated in later years, too!

Carol said...

Very creative. I say go with it. I want an autographed copy of their first CD!