I Don’t Fit In {church, music & me}

Much of my childhood I felt I didn’t fit. We moved so much in my junior and senior high school years I didn’t have time to join so I didn’t have time to fit. By the time I figured out the rhythm of this new school we were moving to another state where I’d have to observe and learn again. Move from Arkansas to Baltimore: note to self: they don’t...

Just above a whisper {Church, music and me}

I volunteered at a radio station as DJ for a couple of years. My friend who trained me told me the importance of pacing the music. You didn’t want to play three slow songs in a row or three fast ones. He didn’t need to tell me, I learned that from church. There’s a flow you try to create for the service. You don’t sing a rousing ‘When We All...

Trying to avoid the hard prayers

There are some prayers hard to pray. I don’t pray for patience. Obvious reasons here. Nor do I pray for challenges or trials or difficult people to be in my life. Yet, James tells us to be thankful for these things because they help us grow, or are evidence of our growth: spiritual growth. No, I don’t pray for hard things. At least, not on purpose. Like fire that is...

Church, Music and me (an introduction)

It would be a safe guess that Jesus Loves Me was the first song I learned to sing. Sunday School songs came long before Romper Room and Mary Poppins. I was raised with the kind of choruses that had motions. We sang about Zacheus being a wee little man as we held our hand out low and then we pantomimed his climb up the sycamore tree. Our fingers numbered 1,...