Sunday Morning, Saturday Night: Songs of a Divided South

Our son took my wife and me on a camping trip in Oregon. We enjoyed the unearthly beauty of Crater Lake, a night in an old-growth forest, and a concert in the shadow of Mount Hood. But between these spectacles were hours in the bumpy back seat of his Subaru Outback with a skinny hound while he, in the front with his wife and the other dog, hunted music on the radio. In over-lumbered wastelands and raw country towns, that replicant of the Deep South that is back-country Oregon, Aaron complained: "Nothing but country and religious stations!" I grew up in Alabama, a culture divided between saints and sinners. Alcohol was a Red Sea between them. "He drinks" was enough to explain wasteful and self-destructive behavior, even though the Bible takes moderate drinking for granted. Jesus made wine (John 2:1-11), consumed enough of it to be called a "drunkard" (Luke 7:34, Matthew 11:19), and even called it his blood. Paul advises Timothy to drink wine (1 Timothy 5...