I pray the song becomes useful for us in this Christmas season, as we meditate on the mercy of God in the incarnation.
For those of you who follow this blog but not my other social media accounts, I recently recorded a short concept album called Family Portraits, featuring songs about my parents, siblings, children, wife, and church. Enjoy.
A poem on (selfish) ambition.
A poem inspired by my morning run and Psalm 19
Here’s a song I wrote for my firstborn son, Jonah Stephen
The presence of vanity, power-hunger, and braggadocios machismo is something that needs to be pointed out in my tribe. My Twitter feed needs to see the egg on its face. This is a prayer that we—me and my people—need: “Heavenly Father, I have no interest in selling doves for the market. Flip the tables. Braid the rope. Taper the whip.”
Sure, I'll do it too. For what it's worth (which isn't much), here are my top 9 albums of 2017:
**This is a guest post from my dear friend, Brady Quarles. He was recently asked to produce a couple illustrations for a four-part blog series on Advent for my church, Emmaus. The blog series features an illustration, a poem, and a prose, all focused on different aspects of the theme of Advent. You can see the first post here. Brady’s description of his creative process was just too long to post there, and just to good to not post anywhere, so here it is, featured on this quiet little corner of the internet. Enjoy.**
If a Christian lamentation is nothing else, it is a longing gaze heavenward—it is a grief and discontentment for the present death and destruction that Adam’s sin occasioned, and it is the expectation for what God promised: that our eyes will be wiped of our tears and our broken hearts will be bound up. Christian lamentation is the shameless acknowledgement that things are not as they should be, and things are not as they will be.