I know my feet are prone to slip, unsure, So I play it again: Alleluia. And I know my hands may strike without measure, So
Hymn to The Reconciler
I worked on this sonnet throughout Holy Week but, as my organist schedule would have it, did not have a chance to revise and publish
Grief turned Grace
We all remember Palm Sunday last year. I remember it as the first year in a long time that I did not rise early to
Were You There?
One of my favorite Passion Week hymns is “Were You There?” I have formative memories of it being sung by a lone baritone in a
Exchanging Rest for Restlessness
Recently, I was saddened to hear of yet another professing Christian artist, Audrey Assad, renouncing the faith she formerly professed. It seems that the past
When the Race is a Relay
I love to run, often using it as a time of prayer and contemplation. (Admittedly, such prayers are sometimes something along the lines of, “Please
