Kissing Away Scars

All For Sin Could Not Atone

The Old Man Who Lived In A Foot

A Modest Proposition for Worship Leaders
And he [Jesus] is the head of the body, the church. He is the beginning, the firstborn from the dead, that in everything he might be preeminent. – Colossians 1:18 I have been meaning to follow up on all my hymn postings recently with a posting about having a meaningful and authentic “contemporary” worship service. Now that word “contemporary” is full of all kind of negative connotations with me, but I also understand that is the imperative forced upon many worship leaders today in modern evangelicalism. A recent comment on my

A Might Fortress Is Our God
Our Lord and Master Jesus Christ, in saying “Repent,” intended that the whole life of believers should be repentance. – Martin Luther, Thesis 1 God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. – Psalm 46:1 I have been doing a lot of data entry at work lately

Praise to the Lord, the Almighty
There are two musical situations on which I think we can be confident that a blessing rests. One is where a priest or an organist, himself a man of trained and delicate taste, humbly and charitably sacrifices his own (aesthetically right) desires and gives the people humbler and coarser fare than he would wish, in a belief (even as it may be, the erroneous belief) that he can thus bring them to God. The other is where the stupid and unmusical layman humbly and patiently, and above all silently, listens to music which he cannot, or cannot fully, appreciate, in the belief that it somehow glorifies God, and that if it does not edify him this must be his own

An Unaccepted Subculture
We live in an age of darkness. A world full of fear, hate and intolerance. But in every age, there are those who fight against it. Charles Xavier was born into a world divided. A world he tried to heal. A mission he never saw accomplished. It seems it’s the destiny of great men to see their goals unfulfilled. Charles was more than a leader, more than a teacher. He was a friend. When we were afraid, he gave us strength. When we were alone, he gave us a family. He may

Rainsticks and Sax Solos
Before you even start reading, I feel obliged to point out the Code Red level of sarcasm that follows; however, as with all sarcasm, there are some kernels of truth interspersed in the following rant.   I grew up on late 80’s and 90’s church “worship” music. I remember thinking how cool it was that we didn’t have hymn books (