I have been taking the “Let it Go” show on the road of late as part of the Identity Series.
Synopsis: In His presence… as I begin to let go of who I think I am, of the hurts and struggles of the past, of the sins of my father and the guilt and disappointments that have held captive my heart… I make room for the real me to emerge. Like Lazarus materializing from the tomb, once strangled by that deathly shroud of the old man, of my old ways, I come alive… I am reborn… to be the person I was always meant to be… the precious child God knew before I was born. Jer 1:5 “Before you were born I knew you…”
This is a process of healing that begins in worship and continues with the learned prayer practices of Letting Go… of casting not just my cares upon the Lord but everything that keeps me in that prison of false or misshapen identity.
The Closer I am to Him, the closer I am to myself… the closer I am to myself… the closer I am to Him.
Here’s a video of a live session from CBC, the Church family that helped us move to California back in 93.
My bit starts at 4:41.
Let It Go from Capo Beach Church on Vimeo.
November 8, 2015
What happens when the curious child in us makes music or writes songs?
When we feel no pressure from adults, from peers or society, trends, the popular people, the FB likes, our audience or fans, the leaders of our community and or the Boss that signs the checks… we are free to say what we want and… how we want.
We can write absolute nonsense and it wouldn’t matter.
We could experiment with topics, rhymes, beats, time, instrumentation, lyrics and so on.
We could, in a sense, throw musical paint at a canvas to see what it looks/sounds like.
Or we could just turn the canvas upside down? It might be what we had in mind but couldn’t say in an upright position.
With no one to impress… what can you hear or see in your curious child imagination?
Continue reading “The Curious Music Maker”
Water is that lovely colorless liquid that forms rain, oceans, lakes, rivers, streams, ponds and puddles. Water is also a metaphor for spirit.
Without a daily supply of clean H20 our natural bodies begin to dehydrate. Dehydration, can be mild to severe, based on how much of the body’s fluid is lost or not replenished. It can be a life threatening emergency. If an adult human being, without clothes, food or water were placed in a shadeless part of the Sahara desert on a hot day, he or she would be dead before nightfall.
To survive indefinitely in hot and exposed desert conditions, the average adult requires at least 6.5 liters (1.5 gallons) of water each day.
A life without the daily refreshment of spiritual water leads to another kind of dehydration.
An Oasis on the other hand is an area within a desert with a fresh water supply for vegetation and human use. It may consist of a single small spring around which palms grow or be an extensive area where the water table is at or near the ground surface.
Planted by the Water is all about helping creatives and communicators become carriers of this spirit water. Our mission is to awaken musicians, artists and storytellers to both the richness of God’s creative spirit and His desire to use their music, art and stories to carry love, life, healing and restoration to their communities.
Let us know if we can help your creative community.
Have Oasis, will travel.
The other day we were walking through a quiet neighborhood on our way to a hike in the San Gabriel Mountains. Blue skies were sparring with white and grey clouds and there was a lovely light that did strange things to the colors of trees, leaves , flowers and foliage. Or at least the light did strange things to my eyes, for I am, what the ignorant, ill informed, biased, mean spirited and loud majority label as color blind.
When passing this particular tree I asked my wife ‘what color are those leaves?’.
Now this may seem a strange question or mode of conversation but it is one with which she is most familiar and, I have learned, through trial and error (especially when buying clothes) that it’s best to obtain her ‘second’ opinion before I blurt out my own.
And she replies… ‘A grey-greenish kind of color’
Oh, I say… ‘It looks more of a soft beet root color to me’
And my wife lovingly looks at me and says ‘you’re special’.
And I say to myself. She’s right… I am special. I can see colors that 92% of the people living on the earth today cannot see. I feel sorry for the rest of you… I really do.
Continue reading “From One Perspective We are all Special”