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“Easter”

I’ve been trying in vain to write about Holy Week. I came to the realization early this morning that I don’t really care about “Easter” anymore.

I don’t care how many services you have. Or how early you celebrate.

I don’t care what you wear, or care if you think it matters what I wear.

The size of your crowd or the style of your worship is not really that important. I’m not bashing whatever you do…it just doesn’t matter to me.

You can roll away the stone alone or tweet #GodIsNotDead to all your followers.

I’m not apathetic. I promise…

I’ve worshipped with you in huge mega churches. I’ve wept tears in Paul’s prison, and gazed in wonder at the beauty of the Sistine Chapel. I’ve played and sang as we remembered, and tasted the blood and the body.

This morning, all that changed.

I saw the dawn again.

I watched the day turn new as the sun began to glow behind the hills of my home. There was grey in the glory, and it wasn’t the most photo worthy of scenes.

But it was glorious anyway.

I don’t care if you think the world is six thousand years young, or six trillion.

It doesn’t matter if you think the Law is kept or fulfilled.

A sprinkle a day keeps Satan away? Or hot tub salvation machine?

You may think this world is fallen…and certainly some of our behavior lends truth to that tale.

But I still see the glory of it. I still see the Grace of renewed mercy, and the new day to remind us of His now completed task.

I don’t care if you think the heart is evil…or Holy Spirit home.

I saw the dawn…

There are many things I believe are important, but all that really matters is this:

The tomb is empty…and my heart is occupied.

May you discover the One who creates a Genesis week out of the chaos of our lives.

Happy Easter…

It’s Maundy Thursday, and I’m trying to write about Easter. But I got nothing. I posted on social media that my mind is as empty as the tomb on Sunday. So I turn to that trick of writing called the timed free write. So many voices talking about Easter. So many big musicals and cantatas [...]

“After Midnight”

This is a Five Minute Free Write, where I literally write for five minutes and then time is up, and I hit ‘save.’ If it weren’t for the traffic, I would’ve missed it… It was a beautiful Saturday morning, approximately fourteen hours ago from the time of this writing. I had decided to take advantage [...]

“Extra! Extra!”

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“My name is George, and this past Thursday I was an alcoholic.” Well…only on television. I had the opportunity to be an extra on the hit ABC show “Nashville” that shoots here in town, and was cast to be a recovering addict (along with about 30 other guys). Despite the ridicule of family and friends, [...]

“Victory for the People”

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His name in Gaelic means ‘whelp’ or ‘young pup’ but he’s that no longer. His Norse roots translate it as ‘dark…’ And his hair is dark, with eyes as black as night. But they radiate a courage that warms the hearts of all who know him. That heart has proven many times his Greek name…’victory [...]

“No More…”

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I’m weary of my one word. I’m tired of counting gifts. Second chance slogans do nothing but market a brand. No more… There is only this moment and it’s need for mercy. Where is the grace in this moment? Where are the mercies made new? The sky grows pale When does hope prevail And dreams [...]

“Undeserving”

A strange mood has me in its grip. Tomorrow I celebrate 39 years as a follower of Christ. I have been reminded all day of His grace and mercy. I have seen the handiwork of the Father in earth and water and sky. I watched the clouds assume the shapes of dreaming. They changed style [...]

“Lost and Found”

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They showed up as dots on the calendar app on my phone. Being a freelance musician, you want to see lots of dots…as many as possible. But these represented what you never want… It’s thankfully been a busy time of late. I had finished a session and was thinking about what was next on the [...]

“I Am a Cymbal”

If I speak with the tongues of men and angels, and if I didn’t have love…? I’d be a cheap hunk of metal bashed until 2am by a guy too old to play Lower Broad for tips. Even if I were an expensive crash played at measure 168 by a trained crasher with the symphony…up [...]

“Notes For Every Need”

I love music. When the Bible tells us to sing songs to encourage each other, making melodies in our hearts to the Lord, we always seem to forget what it doesn’t say. It doesn’t tell us what key…or to use a major scale. It doesn’t command a tempo or a time signature. Some days I [...]