Showing posts from January, 2016


Over and over I'm being impressed with the truth that hospitality is less about the perfect pot-roast and more about the posture of our heart toward one another. About a year ago I read Bread & Wine, by Shauna Niequist. She says this so beautifully in her book, 

“The heart of hospitality is about creating space for someone to feel seen and heard and loved. It's about declaring your table a safe zone, a place of warmth and nourishment.”
A couple months ago when we were back in my home town, I was impressed with this once again.  In the midst of a particularly difficult period, I stepped into my mom's home and immediately felt loved, seen, heard and cared for.  Her love was manifested in a spirit of graciousness, openness and generosity.   

"...creating space for someone to feel seen and heard and loved."

After some coercing she convinced me to lie down and take a nap.  I quickly felt every muscle in my body slowly relax and melt into the bed. I awoke with very cle…

Why it Matters

I've been questioning my process of creating beauty lately - creating art - writing music - making something that reflects this world and the life that God ordered.  And I've had little whispers in my ear lately such as...

"...does this really matter?"

"...why are you wasting your time on this?"

"...who do you think you are?"

" your head in the sand?"

"...there are bigger, more serious issues in the world to devote your energy to.."

"...why spend time creating music when the world is growing more evil....isn't it just child's play...isn't there real work to be done?"

And it's true.  Evil militant groups like ISIS are growing more threatening by the day, the US economy is startling, the spiritual climate of our nation is dark (yet the church is ripe for revival!), human trafficking continues to darken the door of every part of our world, and the chaotic, painful list goes on.  

So I sit and wonder if this …

Time: Revisited

About a year ago I wrote a song as I reflected on how we learn through the passage of time and experience, and not merely through words from others, no matter how true, helpful or needed they are.  I'm struck though, by how much through the years, and even still, I want those words from others, I want that fix, the answer, a formula. The main line is the chorus, "time is a teacher we don't want" - is poignant because it hits on that tender truth that naturally, I don't want to learn over time. I don't want to walk the hard road to gain the eyes. But slowly, I'm learning to embrace the fact that we learn and grow as we walk our lives out, and as God continues to give us eyes to see and as He heals our hearts.  This is a slow sojourning process. My original post on these thoughts are here

On the Songwriting Process
This past fall I shared this song with a friend of mine who gave invaluable and much needed feedback. In the end, my friend's feedback point…