Amadou Diallo was nearly, literally, home free.
“I’m tired of being who I’m not,” sings Jenny Somers on the opening track of Jenny & Tyler‘s latest album, There Will Be A Song. It’s a vulnerable confession that anchors this first song and sets a tone for a record that lifts the lid on myriad struggles.
I think I made the wrong move. At least that’s how it feels.
A few weeks ago I resigned from my job as the teaching pastor at a church, a role I’ve held for the last two years. In the days immediately following the decision and announcement, I met with several people to explain my decision further. One meeting was particularly probing, a concerned acquaintance who was intense in his queries, almost investigative.
There’s a picture I can’t shake.
It came to me in that undefinable space between deep sleep and the wakened world. At first I thought it was a dream until Read More ›
Melanie Penn hopes you trust her when she tells the story of her latest album. Specifically, she’s hoping not to come across as too “mystical” or “freaky,” but the reality is Immanuel, Penn’s first Christmas album, was birthed in a supernatural way. Read More ›
If you’re a fan of worship music, heartland rock and roll and/or Ben Shive, then we’ve got a nice surprise for you. John Tibbs is a popular singer-songwriter and worship leader who has Read More ›
This is the wrong day to feel this way.
It’s 9/11, and even without the memory of such a horrific strategy, Mother Nature is declaring war in a number of places. Read More ›
Andrew Osenga is spinning some new creative plates these days, from a new career focus on helping young, developing artists find their footing to a new online songwriting course to his instrumental project After Lake (iTunes). Read More ›
The Founder is a good film. From the story of Ray Kroc’s invention of fast food, to the acting (Michael Keaton, Laura Dern, and Nick Offerman), The Founder is an enjoyable ride that reveals Kroc’s rise to the top of the most American of empires. But hours after the credits rolled, I realized why I felt so empty after watching it. Read More ›
I was raised to believe Bruce Springsteen was, indeed, The Boss. Vivid memories remain from my childhood with the windows rolled down in our old Ford LTD and Bruce’s “Glory Days” or “My Hometown” or “Born in the U.S.A.” blaring Read More ›
If you’re geographically challenged, you might not realize just how majestic the mountains are in southern Indiana. Every year or so, I grew up riding across the state to a small town called Paoli, packed in a 15-passenger van with other Read More ›
A recent discussion among friends was really more of a lament. Christmas feels odd this year, we said.
That’s not really true. “Odd” is the wrong word. Maybe “sorrowful” or at least some reflection of the idea that it doesn’t feel, well, Christmas-y. Whatever that means. Read More ›