The following is a series of brief thoughts on the arts I shared on creativity to kick off the St. Stephen’s University Arts Week chapel many years ago. The thoughts are by no means exhaustive, but are intended to give some framework for the role of creative expression in
I wrote the following as a gift to my fellow worship leaders in this generation. The goal is not primarily to teach, but rather to lift up core values based on the Father, Son and Spirit’s work in and through the gathered worship experiences that
in this hope breathing for haiti It is in this cloud, we find ourselves; smelling the dead and wondering why there were rocks and homes and lives that moved from stable places to dark below It is in this fray, we find ourselves; hurrying to
This weight on my chest, This sigh in my heart; Somewhere between the step ahead, And the plant of my feet Lies my destiny If I could say this, That no choice is right That no choice is wrong, or would kill, Then this would
My wings are wet, and yet I fan them Out on space before me Drying in their moment seized Prepared for flight and force Into the sky I lunge now piercing Air that waits above me Drawing in its flaming breath Struck red by blood
