(Part 2 in the Worship White Noise blog series) Like you, I care about many things. For my part, I have realized that for over 25 years of my life one of the things I care about most is worship. I cry when I talk about it.
(Part 1 in the Worship White Noise series) I remember the moments in the back stairway, behind the sanctuary, like they were yesterday. Clothed in a black robe and with a shimmering white collar, I knew I was in my element the moment I first walked
Who Are We To Lead Worship? Every Sunday morning, a man or woman steps up behind a microphone in the congregation, or straps on their guitar on a Wednesday night in a small group, or gets up in front of the youth – to lead
It’s the forest floor to which I most liken our lives. Fresh falls light on former falls, and all falls lie, whispering together as one, “Thank you, former falls, and welcome, fresh falls. We give our green again to the world.” We fall, we die,
