A colleague of mine — someone I've known for almost fifteen years, another worship leader, a careful and thoughtful one — said something to me last summer that I've been sitting with ever since.We were talking about the church year, somewhere in the middle of July. I'd been writing about...
A friend of mine — I'll call him David — grew up in the same kind of church I did. Contemporary. Energetic. The kind of place where December meant Christmas music from the first Sunday of the month, sometimes earlier. Bright lights, full production, the works. He loved it. So...
His name was Daniel, and he had been singing that lyric for eleven years.He was a guitarist on our worship team — steady, faithful, the kind of player who shows up early and stays late without being asked. At some point during a rehearsal, I asked the team a question...
I have led the same song probably three hundred times.I'm not exaggerating. There's a song we used at the church I served for almost a decade — a simple one, not particularly clever, nothing that would win a songwriting award. We sang it in the opening set. We sang it...