What you find below is my confession to a bundle of personal practices that have caused many pain and heartache. So here it goes……
Although I am already an avid fan of acoustic sets, I find myself in a deeper level of musical euphoria when gospocentric stories of grace are linked into the melody. This describes my exact experience when I recently heard Mark Bowen’s (of Isla Vista Worship) live performance of their new single, “Captured.”
I came to know of PJ Morton during Kirk Franklin’s “The Rebel, the Soul, and the Saint tour”. Although he was the opening act for Ledisi and Kirk, I was quickly sold on his rich voice and his ability to work the keys like a church boy straddling the fence between the church and the world.
God didn't create you to fulfill their plan... He created you to fulfill His plan for you.
In a matter of milliseconds I was teleported into a corridor of “all the right feels.” Apparently, I wasn’t the only one with this reaction. Judge, Faith Hill, stated, “This is what it feels like to have the Holy Spirit in a place,”
Although taste varies from person to person, I’ve yet to meet somebody whose life has not been cataclysmically changed by an encounter with a lyric and/or melody, that wiggled its way into their soul. In fact, some musical masterpieces wake us up like the smell of a grandma’s kitchen, as she bakes homemade buttermilk biscuits, on a Saturday morning.
“Hey John,” he said, “You get picked on a lot, at school, don’t you?” For a moment I paused. I wasn’t sure how I wanted to answer his question. If I chose to be honest, maybe he’d show some compassion. But in my fourteen years of living, I came to understand that compassion was not an adverb that was commonly used to describe teenage boys. If one existed, he would surely have to be placed on an endangered species list.
Last year year, on MLK day, I spent a good part of the day playing with the Acapella Maker app.I thought I'd share with you what became of my shenanigans. Just a note: The video isn't showing up on the WordPress app, it seems to only show up in a web browser on your phone … Continue reading When a washed-up-choir director gets a hold of an acapella app
All six of them stood before us, that day, all in a row. We all knew what was coming and it wasn’t good. I hated these moments and had witnessed them one-too-many times. I never understood why the congregants allowed this archaic practice to take place. Were all of them too fearful to stand up and do something about it?
“Go to the office right now!”, he yelled at me. His faced radiated with redness, as his voice embodied the rage he held inside. There was no doubt that he was angry, and I, a mouthy-relentless-teenager was the object of his anger. “Get out!”, he yelled again, as he pointed his finger to the doors of gym.