There’s Christ in my Breakfast.

Stop me if you’ve heard this before. But, I’m a Catholic School atheist.

Feed me enough of Capt’n Crunch, and I’ll be allergic. Hives. Bloody bloody hives. Switch it up with God and you’ll sum up my youth. I’m allergic to Christberries.

Now, the problem is this: Scattered Trees have a song I can’t get enough of — and it’s about faith, shaken to the root. About loss of a father. Confusion. Pain.

Each bass drum hit feels like a heavy footstep of water-logged boots running down forest roads searching for an answer. Every tree, path, rock, looks the same… and everywhere is where you need to be and no where can be left unfettered.  Each tom hit is a steadily increasing heartbeat. I hear the chorus of “where are you, jesus?” more as a cursed “GOD DAMN IT WHERE ARE YOU?!” … I am fortunate enough to have my father alive. Questioning my every move, bailing me out of jail, disapproving of my girlfriends, running my grandma to the emergency room, and loving his two fat pig kittens. I don’t know what I would do without him.

Yes, I’ve created an illusion that the “please do not destroy us” line in this song is a tin can and string telephone line to a mythical terrorist holding the antagonist’s world hostage.  This is a great song off of a great album put out by a omni-hipster band of musicians. I can’t get enough of it.

However, this song is less of a credit to the band and more of a tip of the hat to Nate Eiesland, the songwriter, for allowing us to witness his misery. …and when that day comes for me, when I lose the most important person in my life, the catharsis of this song may help subside a pain that I fear greater than if I’ve been wrong about this religion thing.