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Mar
28th
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Song for #TomorrowSong, written 03/28/11.

Meaningless, everything is meaningless
Meaningless, everything

Hopelessness, everything is hopeless
Hopelessness, everything

But you, interrupting closed conclusions
And you, exposing vain illusions

Your tomorrow song has taught me how
To sing strong today
It’s the melody that comes injecting
Boldness in my veins
Your hope is bringing us a bright new meaning
As we sing tomorrow’s song

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Apr
24th
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“Tired Of These Songs” Joel Limpic

I’m so tired of these songs
If songs are all they are
Like flesh without bones
Are words without a home
I’m so weary of these prayers
If our lives are flat and hollow
Have we ever known the truth?
Are we all white-washed tombs?

My brothers and sisters
This should not be so!
For words without deeds
Are contradictions and cold

Let the whole of us sing out to You
Let the ordinary and everyday
Speak out praise

Let the whole of us sing out to You
Let the simple things and mundane
Voice Your name

I’m so tired of these songs
If we sing inside our caves
While the poor sit outside our four walls
We neglect their needs
I’m so weary of these prayers
If the lonely aren’t embraced
If the hungry on our city streets
Are uninvited to the Feast

If You’re so great on Sunday
On Monday does that change?
Our lives were meant to reflect You
In everything we do
If You’re so great on Sunday
On Monday You’re the same
Let every second of our days
Voice aloud Your name

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Mar
21st
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Will scoot for milk.

Will scoot for milk.

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Mar
19th
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“Let Us Remember” Joel Limpic

How quickly we forget
We’re like Israel wandering in the wilderness
How quickly we doubt
Traveling down this road alone
Will surely lead to death

So let us remember, let us recall
The God who created and ransomed us all
And soon He’ll return to right all these wrongs
Let us remember the story of God

How quickly we regress
Like dogs to their vomit
We return to our selfishness
How quickly we digress
By losing sight of what’s real
We settle for so much less

So here we remember, here we recall
The God who created and ransomed us all
And soon He’ll return to right all these wrongs
Here we remember the story of God

As we remember
The past is now brought near
The stories old re-told
Can make our trembling bold
And filled with faith and fire
Our hope grows stronger still
With bread and wine in hand
We’re sent into this world
To tell the same story
You’ve whispered to us
Here in the darkness
We’ll shout from rooftops

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Re-Storying (Essentials*Red)

For: The Institute of Contemporary And Emerging Worship Studies, St. Stephen’s University, Essentials Red Online Worship History Course with Dan Wilt.

What is the role of a worship leader?  It seems like my answer to that question has varied over the years, depending on what season you found me in.  This quote from Dan Wilt in “Essentials In Worship History” struck me as I read it:

“Worship leaders today must stand up again and again before the people, and routinely retell the same messages – forgiveness is possible, grace is irresistible, resurrection of the faithful is inevitable and new creation is just around the bend.”


One of our roles is to be story-tellers.  Given our forgetful nature as humans and broken image bearers, we approach and re-approach the story of God in all of its dimensions and call people to look afresh on it.  Often this will seem redundant, but wasn’t it Luther who said he re-tells the gospel week in week out because the people would forget and live as if it weren’t true?  Therefore, we must acknowledge our role of re-storying those who come every week (or for the first time).  We want to remind them who God is, who they are in Him, and why they’re still here.  We repeat it, but perhaps in a slightly different light each time in order to allow others to come to a greater understanding of the attributes and acts of God.

Won’t it get old?  Don’t people want the “new thing”?  If God’s attributes are infinite, just as his mercies are new every morning, then we should have no problems finding new songs to sing or old songs with newly found fire.  We have been, are being, and will be greatly saved, so greatly shall we praise him.  Let that praise be spoken with our words, songs, and prayers.  We will find that the stories re-told fuel our songs as well as our lives over and over.

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Mar
18th
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Pismo Beach, CA

Pismo Beach, CA

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I pause for a moment
and think of the love and the grace that God showers on me, creating me in his image and likeness, making me his temple.
— Sacred Space
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Mar
16th
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Catalina Coffee, Houston, TX

Catalina Coffee, Houston, TX

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Mar
13th
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What is there in my heart
that you should sue so fiercely for its love?
What kind of care brings you
as though a stranger to my door
through the long night and in the icy dew

seeking the heart that will not harbor you,
that keeps itself religiously secure?
At this dark solstice filled with frost and fire
your passion’s ancient wounds must bleed anew.

So many nights the angel of my house
has fed such urgent comfort through a dream,
whispered “your lord is coming, he is close”

that I have drowsed half-faithful for a time
bathed in pure tones of promise and remorse:
“tomorrow I shall wake to welcome him.”

— “Lachrimae Amantis” - Geoffrey Hill
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The Art of Knowing We’re Not Alone (Essentials*Red)

For: The Institute of Contemporary And Emerging Worship Studies, St. Stephen’s University, Essentials Red Online Worship History Course with Dan Wilt.

This week we looked at the languages of art and music, and how they can be useful in connecting us to each other as well as to God.  I’ve found that at times it’s nearly impossible to verbalize how one feels, but a melody might help capture a particular emotion, or maybe a color best describes one’s mood.  Maybe you find yourself nearly weeping in a movie because for some reason you identify with a character in the story,or see yourself in a character’s eyes in a painting.  Why is that?

Often I find that art steps in when words can’t.   Indeed it does bypass much of our critical thinking, and allows us to feel something.  In that moment, I’ve come to realize why I value connecting with that piece of art:  it reminds me I’m not alone.  Others have felt what I feel, although not exactly, for no one has lived in my shoes under the exact same circumstances.  When I find something that allows me to say, “That’s exactly what I was trying to say, but didn’t know how,” it allows me to feel understood, less crazy.  Others fight with the same battles too, so don’t give up.

This is, in a way, a call for artists to continue to bleed and weep and laugh till you cry onto the canvases we create.  Express the deepest emotions and longings and the saddest hues of darkness and brightest shades of joy you can.  Tell of the “mundane”, the ordinary, and even the boring.  For when those who walk down that same road as you do (either now or 20 years from now) and see or hear or experience your work, they will know they are known.

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