I once visited a church where the choir was extraordinary.Twelve voices, perfectly blended, singing an arrangement so intricate and polished that I sat completely still for the entire service. I didn't sing a word. I couldn't. The music was too good, too complete. There was no gap in it for...
A colleague of mine — someone I've known for almost fifteen years, another worship leader, a careful and thoughtful one — said something to me last summer that I've been sitting with ever since.We were talking about the church year, somewhere in the middle of July. I'd been writing about...
My neighbor texted me on December 26th.The text said: "That was fast."Two words. That was it. But I knew exactly what she meant, and I think you probably do too. She wasn't talking about the drive to her parents' house or the speed at which her kids opened presents. She...
A friend of mine — I'll call him David — grew up in the same kind of church I did. Contemporary. Energetic. The kind of place where December meant Christmas music from the first Sunday of the month, sometimes earlier. Bright lights, full production, the works. He loved it. So...