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What we need now are muscular Christians…

That's a quote from one of my old favorite movies, Chariots of Fire (1981), a quote which has stayed in my heart and brain these long years and which, in the past few days, has taken on a more vivid meaning  for me and a greater urgency in my life.  No, don't be concerned...I am not about to decide that I want to "bike a century" like one friend or to take up triathalon training like another.   Being a muscular Christian in the Eric Lidell sense of the phrase means something totally different to me.  That is what has become clear to me over the past week. I didn't realize…
Read More

50 More Days…

Well, the Day of Resurrection is past for another year.  Yes, I said the Day of Resurrection...not Easter.  You see, we are now in the Easter season. As I have said before, I realize that many things that are for me right now great big AHA moments, well, a lot of you may already know.  And if this is old hat to you, well, I apologize, but I'm just discovering this new way of being.  Yes, I have noticed in the Lectionary cycle that, just as with Christmas, there are Sundays that followed what I always called "Easter" and that those Sundays were labelled "Second Sunday of Easter", etc.  But…
Read More

Choosing the resurrected life…

Christ is Risen!  Christ is Risen, indeed!  Yes, it is early on Easter Morning, and I, like many of my musical and pastoral colleagues, have risen early myself to prepare for the service or services of the day ahead. Some of my friends are probably already in their places, ready to begin a sunrise service in the open air -- others (like myself) are sitting at a piano or computer, putting the last touches to preparations for services that begin at a later hour. But as I sit here, handling the last details and thinking back over the Lenten season and Holy Week, I think that I have made a choice…
Read More

The things our heart remembers most…

Last night in our Maundy Thursday service at Calvary Baptist Church, we sang a lot of music, but most poignant for me was the singing of Mozart's Ave Verum.  You see, Maundy Thursday is, well, my anniversary.  And it was Mozart's Ave Verum that we sang in 2006, the first night I attended a service at Calvary as a substitute singer.  And, it was on another Maundy Thursday that I made my decision to join, a decision that has changed so many things in my life. Maundy Thursday has always loomed large in my life of faith and church; as a child, my parents would always take me to the…
Read More

Let the remembrance begin…

If you don't know me personally, or have only met me in the last year or so, you may not know that well, I am passionate about the Passion.  I am among those who believe that we as the modern church do not pay enough attention to the worshipfulness of Holy Week; too many people think that you have to be a church nerd to gather with your community to worship on Maundy Thursday, or to gather together to symbolically stand with the women at the foot of the Cross on Good Friday.  And so, five years ago, I decided to put my actions where my heart and soul stood, and,…
Read More

There may be a future in music after all…

I had a rather tumultuous week, the details of which I will keep to myself for now, but I realized that, as someone who had spent much of the last year fixated, trying to put the star-shaped peg into the round hole, well, perhaps my eyes and my ears and my spirit have not been quite open enough, and I may have missed a few things.  Everything that I was going through made me think a lot about an exercise that we did at the John Bell seminar, where we had to fill in circles on a picture of a human head, each circle representing a different part of our…
Read More

Tradition anchors us, but change is our birthright…

Let me repeat that statement one more time:  tradition anchors us, but change is our birthright. This sentence danced through my brain recently while I was doing my daily trudge on the elliptical trainer (you know, the 40 minute walk that goes no where fast?).   It is the summary that occurs to me after a lengthy discussion I was having with a friend, in response to his exclamation following my excitement about a Lenten study group at my church at the Stations of the Cross: "I don't know why Protestants are always trying to be so Catholic!"  I know a lot of people raised as Catholic, but now practicing Protestant. I…
Read More

Authority, credentials, and the road less travelled…

Well, the Lenten season is, for me, off to a whizz-bang start.  Two Ash Wednesday services, five days of my personal spiritual discipline, a conversation with my spiritual director and one with my pastor (and let's not forget the total change in my relationship to all the water on the planet) and yes, my view of the world and my place in it is totally up-ended. I have a new, weird kind of clarity, and I realize that, when faced with that famous fork in the road, I have been looking right when I should have been looking left-- although not totally.  It has been more like I've been looking right,…
Read More

Ash Wednesday

Today is, just in case you don't know, Ash Wednesday and the beginning of Lent.  Yes, I know that I am a Baptist, but I am a Baptist through  the filter of years of life worshiping in a variety of churches and studying faith from every angle.  And, well Ash Wednesday means something to me. And so, I've chosen today to let invite you into a little project I'm working on....it's birth has been hard and I'm sure that its infancy will not be without trauma, but just in case you are interested you can follow the link here.  Spend a minute, and let me know what you think. And…
Read More

Thinking about Ash Wednesday…

I don't really have anything profound or revelatory to say today...but I'm thinking a lot about Ash Wednesday and Lent.  While looking through some files this morning, I found this poem which I had all but forgotten and it seemed to me to be particularly meaningful in this week as we enter this time of reflection and preparation.  I hope it is meaning for you as well. None other lamb Christina Rosetti, The Faces of the Deep (1892) None other Lamb, none other Name, None other hope in Heav'n or earth or sea, None other hiding place from guilt and shame, None beside Thee! My faith burns low, my hope burns low;…
Read More

What we need now are muscular Christians…

That's a quote from one of my old favorite movies, Chariots of Fire (1981), a quote which has stayed in my heart and brain these long years and which, in the past few days, has taken on a more vivid meaning  for me and a greater urgency in my life.  No, don't be concerned...I am not about to decide that I want to "bike a century" like one friend or to take up triathalon training like another.   Being a muscular Christian in the Eric Lidell sense of the phrase means something totally different to me.  That is what has become clear to me over the past week. I didn't realize…
Read More

50 More Days…

Well, the Day of Resurrection is past for another year.  Yes, I said the Day of Resurrection...not Easter.  You see, we are now in the Easter season. As I have said before, I realize that many things that are for me right now great big AHA moments, well, a lot of you may already know.  And if this is old hat to you, well, I apologize, but I'm just discovering this new way of being.  Yes, I have noticed in the Lectionary cycle that, just as with Christmas, there are Sundays that followed what I always called "Easter" and that those Sundays were labelled "Second Sunday of Easter", etc.  But…
Read More

Choosing the resurrected life…

Christ is Risen!  Christ is Risen, indeed!  Yes, it is early on Easter Morning, and I, like many of my musical and pastoral colleagues, have risen early myself to prepare for the service or services of the day ahead. Some of my friends are probably already in their places, ready to begin a sunrise service in the open air -- others (like myself) are sitting at a piano or computer, putting the last touches to preparations for services that begin at a later hour. But as I sit here, handling the last details and thinking back over the Lenten season and Holy Week, I think that I have made a choice…
Read More

The things our heart remembers most…

Last night in our Maundy Thursday service at Calvary Baptist Church, we sang a lot of music, but most poignant for me was the singing of Mozart's Ave Verum.  You see, Maundy Thursday is, well, my anniversary.  And it was Mozart's Ave Verum that we sang in 2006, the first night I attended a service at Calvary as a substitute singer.  And, it was on another Maundy Thursday that I made my decision to join, a decision that has changed so many things in my life. Maundy Thursday has always loomed large in my life of faith and church; as a child, my parents would always take me to the…
Read More

Let the remembrance begin…

If you don't know me personally, or have only met me in the last year or so, you may not know that well, I am passionate about the Passion.  I am among those who believe that we as the modern church do not pay enough attention to the worshipfulness of Holy Week; too many people think that you have to be a church nerd to gather with your community to worship on Maundy Thursday, or to gather together to symbolically stand with the women at the foot of the Cross on Good Friday.  And so, five years ago, I decided to put my actions where my heart and soul stood, and,…
Read More

There may be a future in music after all…

I had a rather tumultuous week, the details of which I will keep to myself for now, but I realized that, as someone who had spent much of the last year fixated, trying to put the star-shaped peg into the round hole, well, perhaps my eyes and my ears and my spirit have not been quite open enough, and I may have missed a few things.  Everything that I was going through made me think a lot about an exercise that we did at the John Bell seminar, where we had to fill in circles on a picture of a human head, each circle representing a different part of our…
Read More

Tradition anchors us, but change is our birthright…

Let me repeat that statement one more time:  tradition anchors us, but change is our birthright. This sentence danced through my brain recently while I was doing my daily trudge on the elliptical trainer (you know, the 40 minute walk that goes no where fast?).   It is the summary that occurs to me after a lengthy discussion I was having with a friend, in response to his exclamation following my excitement about a Lenten study group at my church at the Stations of the Cross: "I don't know why Protestants are always trying to be so Catholic!"  I know a lot of people raised as Catholic, but now practicing Protestant. I…
Read More

Authority, credentials, and the road less travelled…

Well, the Lenten season is, for me, off to a whizz-bang start.  Two Ash Wednesday services, five days of my personal spiritual discipline, a conversation with my spiritual director and one with my pastor (and let's not forget the total change in my relationship to all the water on the planet) and yes, my view of the world and my place in it is totally up-ended. I have a new, weird kind of clarity, and I realize that, when faced with that famous fork in the road, I have been looking right when I should have been looking left-- although not totally.  It has been more like I've been looking right,…
Read More

Ash Wednesday

Today is, just in case you don't know, Ash Wednesday and the beginning of Lent.  Yes, I know that I am a Baptist, but I am a Baptist through  the filter of years of life worshiping in a variety of churches and studying faith from every angle.  And, well Ash Wednesday means something to me. And so, I've chosen today to let invite you into a little project I'm working on....it's birth has been hard and I'm sure that its infancy will not be without trauma, but just in case you are interested you can follow the link here.  Spend a minute, and let me know what you think. And…
Read More

Thinking about Ash Wednesday…

I don't really have anything profound or revelatory to say today...but I'm thinking a lot about Ash Wednesday and Lent.  While looking through some files this morning, I found this poem which I had all but forgotten and it seemed to me to be particularly meaningful in this week as we enter this time of reflection and preparation.  I hope it is meaning for you as well. None other lamb Christina Rosetti, The Faces of the Deep (1892) None other Lamb, none other Name, None other hope in Heav'n or earth or sea, None other hiding place from guilt and shame, None beside Thee! My faith burns low, my hope burns low;…
Read More

What we need now are muscular Christians…

That's a quote from one of my old favorite movies, Chariots of Fire (1981), a quote which has stayed in my heart and brain these long years and which, in the past few days, has taken on a more vivid meaning  for me and a greater urgency in my life.  No, don't be concerned...I am not about to decide that I want to "bike a century" like one friend or to take up triathalon training like another.   Being a muscular Christian in the Eric Lidell sense of the phrase means something totally different to me.  That is what has become clear to me over the past week. I didn't realize…
Read More

50 More Days…

Well, the Day of Resurrection is past for another year.  Yes, I said the Day of Resurrection...not Easter.  You see, we are now in the Easter season. As I have said before, I realize that many things that are for me right now great big AHA moments, well, a lot of you may already know.  And if this is old hat to you, well, I apologize, but I'm just discovering this new way of being.  Yes, I have noticed in the Lectionary cycle that, just as with Christmas, there are Sundays that followed what I always called "Easter" and that those Sundays were labelled "Second Sunday of Easter", etc.  But…
Read More

Choosing the resurrected life…

Christ is Risen!  Christ is Risen, indeed!  Yes, it is early on Easter Morning, and I, like many of my musical and pastoral colleagues, have risen early myself to prepare for the service or services of the day ahead. Some of my friends are probably already in their places, ready to begin a sunrise service in the open air -- others (like myself) are sitting at a piano or computer, putting the last touches to preparations for services that begin at a later hour. But as I sit here, handling the last details and thinking back over the Lenten season and Holy Week, I think that I have made a choice…
Read More

The things our heart remembers most…

Last night in our Maundy Thursday service at Calvary Baptist Church, we sang a lot of music, but most poignant for me was the singing of Mozart's Ave Verum.  You see, Maundy Thursday is, well, my anniversary.  And it was Mozart's Ave Verum that we sang in 2006, the first night I attended a service at Calvary as a substitute singer.  And, it was on another Maundy Thursday that I made my decision to join, a decision that has changed so many things in my life. Maundy Thursday has always loomed large in my life of faith and church; as a child, my parents would always take me to the…
Read More

Let the remembrance begin…

If you don't know me personally, or have only met me in the last year or so, you may not know that well, I am passionate about the Passion.  I am among those who believe that we as the modern church do not pay enough attention to the worshipfulness of Holy Week; too many people think that you have to be a church nerd to gather with your community to worship on Maundy Thursday, or to gather together to symbolically stand with the women at the foot of the Cross on Good Friday.  And so, five years ago, I decided to put my actions where my heart and soul stood, and,…
Read More

There may be a future in music after all…

I had a rather tumultuous week, the details of which I will keep to myself for now, but I realized that, as someone who had spent much of the last year fixated, trying to put the star-shaped peg into the round hole, well, perhaps my eyes and my ears and my spirit have not been quite open enough, and I may have missed a few things.  Everything that I was going through made me think a lot about an exercise that we did at the John Bell seminar, where we had to fill in circles on a picture of a human head, each circle representing a different part of our…
Read More

Tradition anchors us, but change is our birthright…

Let me repeat that statement one more time:  tradition anchors us, but change is our birthright. This sentence danced through my brain recently while I was doing my daily trudge on the elliptical trainer (you know, the 40 minute walk that goes no where fast?).   It is the summary that occurs to me after a lengthy discussion I was having with a friend, in response to his exclamation following my excitement about a Lenten study group at my church at the Stations of the Cross: "I don't know why Protestants are always trying to be so Catholic!"  I know a lot of people raised as Catholic, but now practicing Protestant. I…
Read More

Authority, credentials, and the road less travelled…

Well, the Lenten season is, for me, off to a whizz-bang start.  Two Ash Wednesday services, five days of my personal spiritual discipline, a conversation with my spiritual director and one with my pastor (and let's not forget the total change in my relationship to all the water on the planet) and yes, my view of the world and my place in it is totally up-ended. I have a new, weird kind of clarity, and I realize that, when faced with that famous fork in the road, I have been looking right when I should have been looking left-- although not totally.  It has been more like I've been looking right,…
Read More

Ash Wednesday

Today is, just in case you don't know, Ash Wednesday and the beginning of Lent.  Yes, I know that I am a Baptist, but I am a Baptist through  the filter of years of life worshiping in a variety of churches and studying faith from every angle.  And, well Ash Wednesday means something to me. And so, I've chosen today to let invite you into a little project I'm working on....it's birth has been hard and I'm sure that its infancy will not be without trauma, but just in case you are interested you can follow the link here.  Spend a minute, and let me know what you think. And…
Read More

Thinking about Ash Wednesday…

I don't really have anything profound or revelatory to say today...but I'm thinking a lot about Ash Wednesday and Lent.  While looking through some files this morning, I found this poem which I had all but forgotten and it seemed to me to be particularly meaningful in this week as we enter this time of reflection and preparation.  I hope it is meaning for you as well. None other lamb Christina Rosetti, The Faces of the Deep (1892) None other Lamb, none other Name, None other hope in Heav'n or earth or sea, None other hiding place from guilt and shame, None beside Thee! My faith burns low, my hope burns low;…
Read More

What we need now are muscular Christians…

That's a quote from one of my old favorite movies, Chariots of Fire (1981), a quote which has stayed in my heart and brain these long years and which, in the past few days, has taken on a more vivid meaning  for me and a greater urgency in my life.  No, don't be concerned...I am not about to decide that I want to "bike a century" like one friend or to take up triathalon training like another.   Being a muscular Christian in the Eric Lidell sense of the phrase means something totally different to me.  That is what has become clear to me over the past week. I didn't realize…
Read More

50 More Days…

Well, the Day of Resurrection is past for another year.  Yes, I said the Day of Resurrection...not Easter.  You see, we are now in the Easter season. As I have said before, I realize that many things that are for me right now great big AHA moments, well, a lot of you may already know.  And if this is old hat to you, well, I apologize, but I'm just discovering this new way of being.  Yes, I have noticed in the Lectionary cycle that, just as with Christmas, there are Sundays that followed what I always called "Easter" and that those Sundays were labelled "Second Sunday of Easter", etc.  But…
Read More

Choosing the resurrected life…

Christ is Risen!  Christ is Risen, indeed!  Yes, it is early on Easter Morning, and I, like many of my musical and pastoral colleagues, have risen early myself to prepare for the service or services of the day ahead. Some of my friends are probably already in their places, ready to begin a sunrise service in the open air -- others (like myself) are sitting at a piano or computer, putting the last touches to preparations for services that begin at a later hour. But as I sit here, handling the last details and thinking back over the Lenten season and Holy Week, I think that I have made a choice…
Read More

The things our heart remembers most…

Last night in our Maundy Thursday service at Calvary Baptist Church, we sang a lot of music, but most poignant for me was the singing of Mozart's Ave Verum.  You see, Maundy Thursday is, well, my anniversary.  And it was Mozart's Ave Verum that we sang in 2006, the first night I attended a service at Calvary as a substitute singer.  And, it was on another Maundy Thursday that I made my decision to join, a decision that has changed so many things in my life. Maundy Thursday has always loomed large in my life of faith and church; as a child, my parents would always take me to the…
Read More

Let the remembrance begin…

If you don't know me personally, or have only met me in the last year or so, you may not know that well, I am passionate about the Passion.  I am among those who believe that we as the modern church do not pay enough attention to the worshipfulness of Holy Week; too many people think that you have to be a church nerd to gather with your community to worship on Maundy Thursday, or to gather together to symbolically stand with the women at the foot of the Cross on Good Friday.  And so, five years ago, I decided to put my actions where my heart and soul stood, and,…
Read More

There may be a future in music after all…

I had a rather tumultuous week, the details of which I will keep to myself for now, but I realized that, as someone who had spent much of the last year fixated, trying to put the star-shaped peg into the round hole, well, perhaps my eyes and my ears and my spirit have not been quite open enough, and I may have missed a few things.  Everything that I was going through made me think a lot about an exercise that we did at the John Bell seminar, where we had to fill in circles on a picture of a human head, each circle representing a different part of our…
Read More

Tradition anchors us, but change is our birthright…

Let me repeat that statement one more time:  tradition anchors us, but change is our birthright. This sentence danced through my brain recently while I was doing my daily trudge on the elliptical trainer (you know, the 40 minute walk that goes no where fast?).   It is the summary that occurs to me after a lengthy discussion I was having with a friend, in response to his exclamation following my excitement about a Lenten study group at my church at the Stations of the Cross: "I don't know why Protestants are always trying to be so Catholic!"  I know a lot of people raised as Catholic, but now practicing Protestant. I…
Read More

Authority, credentials, and the road less travelled…

Well, the Lenten season is, for me, off to a whizz-bang start.  Two Ash Wednesday services, five days of my personal spiritual discipline, a conversation with my spiritual director and one with my pastor (and let's not forget the total change in my relationship to all the water on the planet) and yes, my view of the world and my place in it is totally up-ended. I have a new, weird kind of clarity, and I realize that, when faced with that famous fork in the road, I have been looking right when I should have been looking left-- although not totally.  It has been more like I've been looking right,…
Read More

Ash Wednesday

Today is, just in case you don't know, Ash Wednesday and the beginning of Lent.  Yes, I know that I am a Baptist, but I am a Baptist through  the filter of years of life worshiping in a variety of churches and studying faith from every angle.  And, well Ash Wednesday means something to me. And so, I've chosen today to let invite you into a little project I'm working on....it's birth has been hard and I'm sure that its infancy will not be without trauma, but just in case you are interested you can follow the link here.  Spend a minute, and let me know what you think. And…
Read More

Thinking about Ash Wednesday…

I don't really have anything profound or revelatory to say today...but I'm thinking a lot about Ash Wednesday and Lent.  While looking through some files this morning, I found this poem which I had all but forgotten and it seemed to me to be particularly meaningful in this week as we enter this time of reflection and preparation.  I hope it is meaning for you as well. None other lamb Christina Rosetti, The Faces of the Deep (1892) None other Lamb, none other Name, None other hope in Heav'n or earth or sea, None other hiding place from guilt and shame, None beside Thee! My faith burns low, my hope burns low;…
Read More

What we need now are muscular Christians…

That's a quote from one of my old favorite movies, Chariots of Fire (1981), a quote which has stayed in my heart and brain these long years and which, in the past few days, has taken on a more vivid meaning  for me and a greater urgency in my life.  No, don't be concerned...I am not about to decide that I want to "bike a century" like one friend or to take up triathalon training like another.   Being a muscular Christian in the Eric Lidell sense of the phrase means something totally different to me.  That is what has become clear to me over the past week. I didn't realize…
Read More

50 More Days…

Well, the Day of Resurrection is past for another year.  Yes, I said the Day of Resurrection...not Easter.  You see, we are now in the Easter season. As I have said before, I realize that many things that are for me right now great big AHA moments, well, a lot of you may already know.  And if this is old hat to you, well, I apologize, but I'm just discovering this new way of being.  Yes, I have noticed in the Lectionary cycle that, just as with Christmas, there are Sundays that followed what I always called "Easter" and that those Sundays were labelled "Second Sunday of Easter", etc.  But…
Read More

Choosing the resurrected life…

Christ is Risen!  Christ is Risen, indeed!  Yes, it is early on Easter Morning, and I, like many of my musical and pastoral colleagues, have risen early myself to prepare for the service or services of the day ahead. Some of my friends are probably already in their places, ready to begin a sunrise service in the open air -- others (like myself) are sitting at a piano or computer, putting the last touches to preparations for services that begin at a later hour. But as I sit here, handling the last details and thinking back over the Lenten season and Holy Week, I think that I have made a choice…
Read More

The things our heart remembers most…

Last night in our Maundy Thursday service at Calvary Baptist Church, we sang a lot of music, but most poignant for me was the singing of Mozart's Ave Verum.  You see, Maundy Thursday is, well, my anniversary.  And it was Mozart's Ave Verum that we sang in 2006, the first night I attended a service at Calvary as a substitute singer.  And, it was on another Maundy Thursday that I made my decision to join, a decision that has changed so many things in my life. Maundy Thursday has always loomed large in my life of faith and church; as a child, my parents would always take me to the…
Read More

Let the remembrance begin…

If you don't know me personally, or have only met me in the last year or so, you may not know that well, I am passionate about the Passion.  I am among those who believe that we as the modern church do not pay enough attention to the worshipfulness of Holy Week; too many people think that you have to be a church nerd to gather with your community to worship on Maundy Thursday, or to gather together to symbolically stand with the women at the foot of the Cross on Good Friday.  And so, five years ago, I decided to put my actions where my heart and soul stood, and,…
Read More

There may be a future in music after all…

I had a rather tumultuous week, the details of which I will keep to myself for now, but I realized that, as someone who had spent much of the last year fixated, trying to put the star-shaped peg into the round hole, well, perhaps my eyes and my ears and my spirit have not been quite open enough, and I may have missed a few things.  Everything that I was going through made me think a lot about an exercise that we did at the John Bell seminar, where we had to fill in circles on a picture of a human head, each circle representing a different part of our…
Read More

Tradition anchors us, but change is our birthright…

Let me repeat that statement one more time:  tradition anchors us, but change is our birthright. This sentence danced through my brain recently while I was doing my daily trudge on the elliptical trainer (you know, the 40 minute walk that goes no where fast?).   It is the summary that occurs to me after a lengthy discussion I was having with a friend, in response to his exclamation following my excitement about a Lenten study group at my church at the Stations of the Cross: "I don't know why Protestants are always trying to be so Catholic!"  I know a lot of people raised as Catholic, but now practicing Protestant. I…
Read More

Authority, credentials, and the road less travelled…

Well, the Lenten season is, for me, off to a whizz-bang start.  Two Ash Wednesday services, five days of my personal spiritual discipline, a conversation with my spiritual director and one with my pastor (and let's not forget the total change in my relationship to all the water on the planet) and yes, my view of the world and my place in it is totally up-ended. I have a new, weird kind of clarity, and I realize that, when faced with that famous fork in the road, I have been looking right when I should have been looking left-- although not totally.  It has been more like I've been looking right,…
Read More

Ash Wednesday

Today is, just in case you don't know, Ash Wednesday and the beginning of Lent.  Yes, I know that I am a Baptist, but I am a Baptist through  the filter of years of life worshiping in a variety of churches and studying faith from every angle.  And, well Ash Wednesday means something to me. And so, I've chosen today to let invite you into a little project I'm working on....it's birth has been hard and I'm sure that its infancy will not be without trauma, but just in case you are interested you can follow the link here.  Spend a minute, and let me know what you think. And…
Read More

Thinking about Ash Wednesday…

I don't really have anything profound or revelatory to say today...but I'm thinking a lot about Ash Wednesday and Lent.  While looking through some files this morning, I found this poem which I had all but forgotten and it seemed to me to be particularly meaningful in this week as we enter this time of reflection and preparation.  I hope it is meaning for you as well. None other lamb Christina Rosetti, The Faces of the Deep (1892) None other Lamb, none other Name, None other hope in Heav'n or earth or sea, None other hiding place from guilt and shame, None beside Thee! My faith burns low, my hope burns low;…
Read More

What we need now are muscular Christians…

That's a quote from one of my old favorite movies, Chariots of Fire (1981), a quote which has stayed in my heart and brain these long years and which, in the past few days, has taken on a more vivid meaning  for me and a greater urgency in my life.  No, don't be concerned...I am not about to decide that I want to "bike a century" like one friend or to take up triathalon training like another.   Being a muscular Christian in the Eric Lidell sense of the phrase means something totally different to me.  That is what has become clear to me over the past week. I didn't realize…
Read More

50 More Days…

Well, the Day of Resurrection is past for another year.  Yes, I said the Day of Resurrection...not Easter.  You see, we are now in the Easter season. As I have said before, I realize that many things that are for me right now great big AHA moments, well, a lot of you may already know.  And if this is old hat to you, well, I apologize, but I'm just discovering this new way of being.  Yes, I have noticed in the Lectionary cycle that, just as with Christmas, there are Sundays that followed what I always called "Easter" and that those Sundays were labelled "Second Sunday of Easter", etc.  But…
Read More

Choosing the resurrected life…

Christ is Risen!  Christ is Risen, indeed!  Yes, it is early on Easter Morning, and I, like many of my musical and pastoral colleagues, have risen early myself to prepare for the service or services of the day ahead. Some of my friends are probably already in their places, ready to begin a sunrise service in the open air -- others (like myself) are sitting at a piano or computer, putting the last touches to preparations for services that begin at a later hour. But as I sit here, handling the last details and thinking back over the Lenten season and Holy Week, I think that I have made a choice…
Read More

The things our heart remembers most…

Last night in our Maundy Thursday service at Calvary Baptist Church, we sang a lot of music, but most poignant for me was the singing of Mozart's Ave Verum.  You see, Maundy Thursday is, well, my anniversary.  And it was Mozart's Ave Verum that we sang in 2006, the first night I attended a service at Calvary as a substitute singer.  And, it was on another Maundy Thursday that I made my decision to join, a decision that has changed so many things in my life. Maundy Thursday has always loomed large in my life of faith and church; as a child, my parents would always take me to the…
Read More

Let the remembrance begin…

If you don't know me personally, or have only met me in the last year or so, you may not know that well, I am passionate about the Passion.  I am among those who believe that we as the modern church do not pay enough attention to the worshipfulness of Holy Week; too many people think that you have to be a church nerd to gather with your community to worship on Maundy Thursday, or to gather together to symbolically stand with the women at the foot of the Cross on Good Friday.  And so, five years ago, I decided to put my actions where my heart and soul stood, and,…
Read More

There may be a future in music after all…

I had a rather tumultuous week, the details of which I will keep to myself for now, but I realized that, as someone who had spent much of the last year fixated, trying to put the star-shaped peg into the round hole, well, perhaps my eyes and my ears and my spirit have not been quite open enough, and I may have missed a few things.  Everything that I was going through made me think a lot about an exercise that we did at the John Bell seminar, where we had to fill in circles on a picture of a human head, each circle representing a different part of our…
Read More

Tradition anchors us, but change is our birthright…

Let me repeat that statement one more time:  tradition anchors us, but change is our birthright. This sentence danced through my brain recently while I was doing my daily trudge on the elliptical trainer (you know, the 40 minute walk that goes no where fast?).   It is the summary that occurs to me after a lengthy discussion I was having with a friend, in response to his exclamation following my excitement about a Lenten study group at my church at the Stations of the Cross: "I don't know why Protestants are always trying to be so Catholic!"  I know a lot of people raised as Catholic, but now practicing Protestant. I…
Read More

Authority, credentials, and the road less travelled…

Well, the Lenten season is, for me, off to a whizz-bang start.  Two Ash Wednesday services, five days of my personal spiritual discipline, a conversation with my spiritual director and one with my pastor (and let's not forget the total change in my relationship to all the water on the planet) and yes, my view of the world and my place in it is totally up-ended. I have a new, weird kind of clarity, and I realize that, when faced with that famous fork in the road, I have been looking right when I should have been looking left-- although not totally.  It has been more like I've been looking right,…
Read More

Ash Wednesday

Today is, just in case you don't know, Ash Wednesday and the beginning of Lent.  Yes, I know that I am a Baptist, but I am a Baptist through  the filter of years of life worshiping in a variety of churches and studying faith from every angle.  And, well Ash Wednesday means something to me. And so, I've chosen today to let invite you into a little project I'm working on....it's birth has been hard and I'm sure that its infancy will not be without trauma, but just in case you are interested you can follow the link here.  Spend a minute, and let me know what you think. And…
Read More

Thinking about Ash Wednesday…

I don't really have anything profound or revelatory to say today...but I'm thinking a lot about Ash Wednesday and Lent.  While looking through some files this morning, I found this poem which I had all but forgotten and it seemed to me to be particularly meaningful in this week as we enter this time of reflection and preparation.  I hope it is meaning for you as well. None other lamb Christina Rosetti, The Faces of the Deep (1892) None other Lamb, none other Name, None other hope in Heav'n or earth or sea, None other hiding place from guilt and shame, None beside Thee! My faith burns low, my hope burns low;…
Read More

What we need now are muscular Christians…

That's a quote from one of my old favorite movies, Chariots of Fire (1981), a quote which has stayed in my heart and brain these long years and which, in the past few days, has taken on a more vivid meaning  for me and a greater urgency in my life.  No, don't be concerned...I am not about to decide that I want to "bike a century" like one friend or to take up triathalon training like another.   Being a muscular Christian in the Eric Lidell sense of the phrase means something totally different to me.  That is what has become clear to me over the past week. I didn't realize…
Read More

50 More Days…

Well, the Day of Resurrection is past for another year.  Yes, I said the Day of Resurrection...not Easter.  You see, we are now in the Easter season. As I have said before, I realize that many things that are for me right now great big AHA moments, well, a lot of you may already know.  And if this is old hat to you, well, I apologize, but I'm just discovering this new way of being.  Yes, I have noticed in the Lectionary cycle that, just as with Christmas, there are Sundays that followed what I always called "Easter" and that those Sundays were labelled "Second Sunday of Easter", etc.  But…
Read More

Choosing the resurrected life…

Christ is Risen!  Christ is Risen, indeed!  Yes, it is early on Easter Morning, and I, like many of my musical and pastoral colleagues, have risen early myself to prepare for the service or services of the day ahead. Some of my friends are probably already in their places, ready to begin a sunrise service in the open air -- others (like myself) are sitting at a piano or computer, putting the last touches to preparations for services that begin at a later hour. But as I sit here, handling the last details and thinking back over the Lenten season and Holy Week, I think that I have made a choice…
Read More

The things our heart remembers most…

Last night in our Maundy Thursday service at Calvary Baptist Church, we sang a lot of music, but most poignant for me was the singing of Mozart's Ave Verum.  You see, Maundy Thursday is, well, my anniversary.  And it was Mozart's Ave Verum that we sang in 2006, the first night I attended a service at Calvary as a substitute singer.  And, it was on another Maundy Thursday that I made my decision to join, a decision that has changed so many things in my life. Maundy Thursday has always loomed large in my life of faith and church; as a child, my parents would always take me to the…
Read More

Let the remembrance begin…

If you don't know me personally, or have only met me in the last year or so, you may not know that well, I am passionate about the Passion.  I am among those who believe that we as the modern church do not pay enough attention to the worshipfulness of Holy Week; too many people think that you have to be a church nerd to gather with your community to worship on Maundy Thursday, or to gather together to symbolically stand with the women at the foot of the Cross on Good Friday.  And so, five years ago, I decided to put my actions where my heart and soul stood, and,…
Read More

There may be a future in music after all…

I had a rather tumultuous week, the details of which I will keep to myself for now, but I realized that, as someone who had spent much of the last year fixated, trying to put the star-shaped peg into the round hole, well, perhaps my eyes and my ears and my spirit have not been quite open enough, and I may have missed a few things.  Everything that I was going through made me think a lot about an exercise that we did at the John Bell seminar, where we had to fill in circles on a picture of a human head, each circle representing a different part of our…
Read More

Tradition anchors us, but change is our birthright…

Let me repeat that statement one more time:  tradition anchors us, but change is our birthright. This sentence danced through my brain recently while I was doing my daily trudge on the elliptical trainer (you know, the 40 minute walk that goes no where fast?).   It is the summary that occurs to me after a lengthy discussion I was having with a friend, in response to his exclamation following my excitement about a Lenten study group at my church at the Stations of the Cross: "I don't know why Protestants are always trying to be so Catholic!"  I know a lot of people raised as Catholic, but now practicing Protestant. I…
Read More

Authority, credentials, and the road less travelled…

Well, the Lenten season is, for me, off to a whizz-bang start.  Two Ash Wednesday services, five days of my personal spiritual discipline, a conversation with my spiritual director and one with my pastor (and let's not forget the total change in my relationship to all the water on the planet) and yes, my view of the world and my place in it is totally up-ended. I have a new, weird kind of clarity, and I realize that, when faced with that famous fork in the road, I have been looking right when I should have been looking left-- although not totally.  It has been more like I've been looking right,…
Read More

Ash Wednesday

Today is, just in case you don't know, Ash Wednesday and the beginning of Lent.  Yes, I know that I am a Baptist, but I am a Baptist through  the filter of years of life worshiping in a variety of churches and studying faith from every angle.  And, well Ash Wednesday means something to me. And so, I've chosen today to let invite you into a little project I'm working on....it's birth has been hard and I'm sure that its infancy will not be without trauma, but just in case you are interested you can follow the link here.  Spend a minute, and let me know what you think. And…
Read More

Thinking about Ash Wednesday…

I don't really have anything profound or revelatory to say today...but I'm thinking a lot about Ash Wednesday and Lent.  While looking through some files this morning, I found this poem which I had all but forgotten and it seemed to me to be particularly meaningful in this week as we enter this time of reflection and preparation.  I hope it is meaning for you as well. None other lamb Christina Rosetti, The Faces of the Deep (1892) None other Lamb, none other Name, None other hope in Heav'n or earth or sea, None other hiding place from guilt and shame, None beside Thee! My faith burns low, my hope burns low;…
Read More

What we need now are muscular Christians…

That's a quote from one of my old favorite movies, Chariots of Fire (1981), a quote which has stayed in my heart and brain these long years and which, in the past few days, has taken on a more vivid meaning  for me and a greater urgency in my life.  No, don't be concerned...I am not about to decide that I want to "bike a century" like one friend or to take up triathalon training like another.   Being a muscular Christian in the Eric Lidell sense of the phrase means something totally different to me.  That is what has become clear to me over the past week. I didn't realize…
Read More

50 More Days…

Well, the Day of Resurrection is past for another year.  Yes, I said the Day of Resurrection...not Easter.  You see, we are now in the Easter season. As I have said before, I realize that many things that are for me right now great big AHA moments, well, a lot of you may already know.  And if this is old hat to you, well, I apologize, but I'm just discovering this new way of being.  Yes, I have noticed in the Lectionary cycle that, just as with Christmas, there are Sundays that followed what I always called "Easter" and that those Sundays were labelled "Second Sunday of Easter", etc.  But…
Read More

Choosing the resurrected life…

Christ is Risen!  Christ is Risen, indeed!  Yes, it is early on Easter Morning, and I, like many of my musical and pastoral colleagues, have risen early myself to prepare for the service or services of the day ahead. Some of my friends are probably already in their places, ready to begin a sunrise service in the open air -- others (like myself) are sitting at a piano or computer, putting the last touches to preparations for services that begin at a later hour. But as I sit here, handling the last details and thinking back over the Lenten season and Holy Week, I think that I have made a choice…
Read More

The things our heart remembers most…

Last night in our Maundy Thursday service at Calvary Baptist Church, we sang a lot of music, but most poignant for me was the singing of Mozart's Ave Verum.  You see, Maundy Thursday is, well, my anniversary.  And it was Mozart's Ave Verum that we sang in 2006, the first night I attended a service at Calvary as a substitute singer.  And, it was on another Maundy Thursday that I made my decision to join, a decision that has changed so many things in my life. Maundy Thursday has always loomed large in my life of faith and church; as a child, my parents would always take me to the…
Read More

Let the remembrance begin…

If you don't know me personally, or have only met me in the last year or so, you may not know that well, I am passionate about the Passion.  I am among those who believe that we as the modern church do not pay enough attention to the worshipfulness of Holy Week; too many people think that you have to be a church nerd to gather with your community to worship on Maundy Thursday, or to gather together to symbolically stand with the women at the foot of the Cross on Good Friday.  And so, five years ago, I decided to put my actions where my heart and soul stood, and,…
Read More

There may be a future in music after all…

I had a rather tumultuous week, the details of which I will keep to myself for now, but I realized that, as someone who had spent much of the last year fixated, trying to put the star-shaped peg into the round hole, well, perhaps my eyes and my ears and my spirit have not been quite open enough, and I may have missed a few things.  Everything that I was going through made me think a lot about an exercise that we did at the John Bell seminar, where we had to fill in circles on a picture of a human head, each circle representing a different part of our…
Read More

Tradition anchors us, but change is our birthright…

Let me repeat that statement one more time:  tradition anchors us, but change is our birthright. This sentence danced through my brain recently while I was doing my daily trudge on the elliptical trainer (you know, the 40 minute walk that goes no where fast?).   It is the summary that occurs to me after a lengthy discussion I was having with a friend, in response to his exclamation following my excitement about a Lenten study group at my church at the Stations of the Cross: "I don't know why Protestants are always trying to be so Catholic!"  I know a lot of people raised as Catholic, but now practicing Protestant. I…
Read More

Authority, credentials, and the road less travelled…

Well, the Lenten season is, for me, off to a whizz-bang start.  Two Ash Wednesday services, five days of my personal spiritual discipline, a conversation with my spiritual director and one with my pastor (and let's not forget the total change in my relationship to all the water on the planet) and yes, my view of the world and my place in it is totally up-ended. I have a new, weird kind of clarity, and I realize that, when faced with that famous fork in the road, I have been looking right when I should have been looking left-- although not totally.  It has been more like I've been looking right,…
Read More

Ash Wednesday

Today is, just in case you don't know, Ash Wednesday and the beginning of Lent.  Yes, I know that I am a Baptist, but I am a Baptist through  the filter of years of life worshiping in a variety of churches and studying faith from every angle.  And, well Ash Wednesday means something to me. And so, I've chosen today to let invite you into a little project I'm working on....it's birth has been hard and I'm sure that its infancy will not be without trauma, but just in case you are interested you can follow the link here.  Spend a minute, and let me know what you think. And…
Read More

Thinking about Ash Wednesday…

I don't really have anything profound or revelatory to say today...but I'm thinking a lot about Ash Wednesday and Lent.  While looking through some files this morning, I found this poem which I had all but forgotten and it seemed to me to be particularly meaningful in this week as we enter this time of reflection and preparation.  I hope it is meaning for you as well. None other lamb Christina Rosetti, The Faces of the Deep (1892) None other Lamb, none other Name, None other hope in Heav'n or earth or sea, None other hiding place from guilt and shame, None beside Thee! My faith burns low, my hope burns low;…
Read More

What we need now are muscular Christians…

That's a quote from one of my old favorite movies, Chariots of Fire (1981), a quote which has stayed in my heart and brain these long years and which, in the past few days, has taken on a more vivid meaning  for me and a greater urgency in my life.  No, don't be concerned...I am not about to decide that I want to "bike a century" like one friend or to take up triathalon training like another.   Being a muscular Christian in the Eric Lidell sense of the phrase means something totally different to me.  That is what has become clear to me over the past week. I didn't realize…
Read More

50 More Days…

Well, the Day of Resurrection is past for another year.  Yes, I said the Day of Resurrection...not Easter.  You see, we are now in the Easter season. As I have said before, I realize that many things that are for me right now great big AHA moments, well, a lot of you may already know.  And if this is old hat to you, well, I apologize, but I'm just discovering this new way of being.  Yes, I have noticed in the Lectionary cycle that, just as with Christmas, there are Sundays that followed what I always called "Easter" and that those Sundays were labelled "Second Sunday of Easter", etc.  But…
Read More

Choosing the resurrected life…

Christ is Risen!  Christ is Risen, indeed!  Yes, it is early on Easter Morning, and I, like many of my musical and pastoral colleagues, have risen early myself to prepare for the service or services of the day ahead. Some of my friends are probably already in their places, ready to begin a sunrise service in the open air -- others (like myself) are sitting at a piano or computer, putting the last touches to preparations for services that begin at a later hour. But as I sit here, handling the last details and thinking back over the Lenten season and Holy Week, I think that I have made a choice…
Read More

The things our heart remembers most…

Last night in our Maundy Thursday service at Calvary Baptist Church, we sang a lot of music, but most poignant for me was the singing of Mozart's Ave Verum.  You see, Maundy Thursday is, well, my anniversary.  And it was Mozart's Ave Verum that we sang in 2006, the first night I attended a service at Calvary as a substitute singer.  And, it was on another Maundy Thursday that I made my decision to join, a decision that has changed so many things in my life. Maundy Thursday has always loomed large in my life of faith and church; as a child, my parents would always take me to the…
Read More

Let the remembrance begin…

If you don't know me personally, or have only met me in the last year or so, you may not know that well, I am passionate about the Passion.  I am among those who believe that we as the modern church do not pay enough attention to the worshipfulness of Holy Week; too many people think that you have to be a church nerd to gather with your community to worship on Maundy Thursday, or to gather together to symbolically stand with the women at the foot of the Cross on Good Friday.  And so, five years ago, I decided to put my actions where my heart and soul stood, and,…
Read More

There may be a future in music after all…

I had a rather tumultuous week, the details of which I will keep to myself for now, but I realized that, as someone who had spent much of the last year fixated, trying to put the star-shaped peg into the round hole, well, perhaps my eyes and my ears and my spirit have not been quite open enough, and I may have missed a few things.  Everything that I was going through made me think a lot about an exercise that we did at the John Bell seminar, where we had to fill in circles on a picture of a human head, each circle representing a different part of our…
Read More

Tradition anchors us, but change is our birthright…

Let me repeat that statement one more time:  tradition anchors us, but change is our birthright. This sentence danced through my brain recently while I was doing my daily trudge on the elliptical trainer (you know, the 40 minute walk that goes no where fast?).   It is the summary that occurs to me after a lengthy discussion I was having with a friend, in response to his exclamation following my excitement about a Lenten study group at my church at the Stations of the Cross: "I don't know why Protestants are always trying to be so Catholic!"  I know a lot of people raised as Catholic, but now practicing Protestant. I…
Read More

Authority, credentials, and the road less travelled…

Well, the Lenten season is, for me, off to a whizz-bang start.  Two Ash Wednesday services, five days of my personal spiritual discipline, a conversation with my spiritual director and one with my pastor (and let's not forget the total change in my relationship to all the water on the planet) and yes, my view of the world and my place in it is totally up-ended. I have a new, weird kind of clarity, and I realize that, when faced with that famous fork in the road, I have been looking right when I should have been looking left-- although not totally.  It has been more like I've been looking right,…
Read More

Ash Wednesday

Today is, just in case you don't know, Ash Wednesday and the beginning of Lent.  Yes, I know that I am a Baptist, but I am a Baptist through  the filter of years of life worshiping in a variety of churches and studying faith from every angle.  And, well Ash Wednesday means something to me. And so, I've chosen today to let invite you into a little project I'm working on....it's birth has been hard and I'm sure that its infancy will not be without trauma, but just in case you are interested you can follow the link here.  Spend a minute, and let me know what you think. And…
Read More

Thinking about Ash Wednesday…

I don't really have anything profound or revelatory to say today...but I'm thinking a lot about Ash Wednesday and Lent.  While looking through some files this morning, I found this poem which I had all but forgotten and it seemed to me to be particularly meaningful in this week as we enter this time of reflection and preparation.  I hope it is meaning for you as well. None other lamb Christina Rosetti, The Faces of the Deep (1892) None other Lamb, none other Name, None other hope in Heav'n or earth or sea, None other hiding place from guilt and shame, None beside Thee! My faith burns low, my hope burns low;…
Read More

What we need now are muscular Christians…

That's a quote from one of my old favorite movies, Chariots of Fire (1981), a quote which has stayed in my heart and brain these long years and which, in the past few days, has taken on a more vivid meaning  for me and a greater urgency in my life.  No, don't be concerned...I am not about to decide that I want to "bike a century" like one friend or to take up triathalon training like another.   Being a muscular Christian in the Eric Lidell sense of the phrase means something totally different to me.  That is what has become clear to me over the past week. I didn't realize…
Read More

50 More Days…

Well, the Day of Resurrection is past for another year.  Yes, I said the Day of Resurrection...not Easter.  You see, we are now in the Easter season. As I have said before, I realize that many things that are for me right now great big AHA moments, well, a lot of you may already know.  And if this is old hat to you, well, I apologize, but I'm just discovering this new way of being.  Yes, I have noticed in the Lectionary cycle that, just as with Christmas, there are Sundays that followed what I always called "Easter" and that those Sundays were labelled "Second Sunday of Easter", etc.  But…
Read More

Choosing the resurrected life…

Christ is Risen!  Christ is Risen, indeed!  Yes, it is early on Easter Morning, and I, like many of my musical and pastoral colleagues, have risen early myself to prepare for the service or services of the day ahead. Some of my friends are probably already in their places, ready to begin a sunrise service in the open air -- others (like myself) are sitting at a piano or computer, putting the last touches to preparations for services that begin at a later hour. But as I sit here, handling the last details and thinking back over the Lenten season and Holy Week, I think that I have made a choice…
Read More

The things our heart remembers most…

Last night in our Maundy Thursday service at Calvary Baptist Church, we sang a lot of music, but most poignant for me was the singing of Mozart's Ave Verum.  You see, Maundy Thursday is, well, my anniversary.  And it was Mozart's Ave Verum that we sang in 2006, the first night I attended a service at Calvary as a substitute singer.  And, it was on another Maundy Thursday that I made my decision to join, a decision that has changed so many things in my life. Maundy Thursday has always loomed large in my life of faith and church; as a child, my parents would always take me to the…
Read More

Let the remembrance begin…

If you don't know me personally, or have only met me in the last year or so, you may not know that well, I am passionate about the Passion.  I am among those who believe that we as the modern church do not pay enough attention to the worshipfulness of Holy Week; too many people think that you have to be a church nerd to gather with your community to worship on Maundy Thursday, or to gather together to symbolically stand with the women at the foot of the Cross on Good Friday.  And so, five years ago, I decided to put my actions where my heart and soul stood, and,…
Read More

There may be a future in music after all…

I had a rather tumultuous week, the details of which I will keep to myself for now, but I realized that, as someone who had spent much of the last year fixated, trying to put the star-shaped peg into the round hole, well, perhaps my eyes and my ears and my spirit have not been quite open enough, and I may have missed a few things.  Everything that I was going through made me think a lot about an exercise that we did at the John Bell seminar, where we had to fill in circles on a picture of a human head, each circle representing a different part of our…
Read More

Tradition anchors us, but change is our birthright…

Let me repeat that statement one more time:  tradition anchors us, but change is our birthright. This sentence danced through my brain recently while I was doing my daily trudge on the elliptical trainer (you know, the 40 minute walk that goes no where fast?).   It is the summary that occurs to me after a lengthy discussion I was having with a friend, in response to his exclamation following my excitement about a Lenten study group at my church at the Stations of the Cross: "I don't know why Protestants are always trying to be so Catholic!"  I know a lot of people raised as Catholic, but now practicing Protestant. I…
Read More

Authority, credentials, and the road less travelled…

Well, the Lenten season is, for me, off to a whizz-bang start.  Two Ash Wednesday services, five days of my personal spiritual discipline, a conversation with my spiritual director and one with my pastor (and let's not forget the total change in my relationship to all the water on the planet) and yes, my view of the world and my place in it is totally up-ended. I have a new, weird kind of clarity, and I realize that, when faced with that famous fork in the road, I have been looking right when I should have been looking left-- although not totally.  It has been more like I've been looking right,…
Read More

Ash Wednesday

Today is, just in case you don't know, Ash Wednesday and the beginning of Lent.  Yes, I know that I am a Baptist, but I am a Baptist through  the filter of years of life worshiping in a variety of churches and studying faith from every angle.  And, well Ash Wednesday means something to me. And so, I've chosen today to let invite you into a little project I'm working on....it's birth has been hard and I'm sure that its infancy will not be without trauma, but just in case you are interested you can follow the link here.  Spend a minute, and let me know what you think. And…
Read More

Thinking about Ash Wednesday…

I don't really have anything profound or revelatory to say today...but I'm thinking a lot about Ash Wednesday and Lent.  While looking through some files this morning, I found this poem which I had all but forgotten and it seemed to me to be particularly meaningful in this week as we enter this time of reflection and preparation.  I hope it is meaning for you as well. None other lamb Christina Rosetti, The Faces of the Deep (1892) None other Lamb, none other Name, None other hope in Heav'n or earth or sea, None other hiding place from guilt and shame, None beside Thee! My faith burns low, my hope burns low;…
Read More