Once you've sung in a choir, or played in a band or orchestra, or played in any music ensemble, you're never the same again. Your ears, your eyes, and your heart are opened up in ways not possible by any other means. Music feeds us, it nourishes us, and it brings us...
Everything hurts,Our hearts shadowed and strange,Minds made muddied and mute.We carry tragedy, terrifying and true.And yet none of it is new;We knew it as home,As horror,As heritage.Even our childrenCannot be children,Cannot be. Everything hurts.It’s a hard time to be...
This year, I am finding myself really needing Holy Saturday. I need this space where the shadows of death have not yet given way to new life and resurrection.I need a day where we sit together in those shadows and watch the disciples be unsure of what is coming next....
Christ, be with me,Christ before me,Christ behind me,Christ in me, Christ beneath me,Christ above me,Christ on my right, Christ on my left,Christ where I lie,Christ where I sit, Christ where I arise,Christ in the heart of everyone who thinks of me,Christ in the mouth...
I am certain in my heart that all that I am, I have received from God.
When we tell stories that start with a sudden beginning and jump to an ending that only God could write, we skip over a crucial part of the story: the middle. The place where we wait. Where we sit in silence. Where we have no answers. Where our hearts ache and we...
On the edge of war, one foot already in,I no longer pray for peace:I pray for miracles.I pray that stone hearts will turn to tenderheartedness,and evil intentions will turnto mercifulness,and all the soldiers already deployedwill be snatched out of harm's way,and the...
The real weapons of mass destruction are the hardened hearts of humanity.
When you sing with children, you are creating memories ... musical memories for the soul. In this high tech world the music we choose to sing with children makes us responsible for what we put into their hearts. from "The Chorister"
If I were called upon to state in a few words the essence of everything I was trying to say both as a novelist and as a preacher it would be something like this: Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery that it is. In the boredom and pain of it no less...