At an Amy Grant concert, there are a lot of women who got through adolescence and college and marriage/divorce and motherhood listening to her music. There are the men who claim their wives made them come but, truth be told, have been secret fans for decades. And then there are… Read More
The experts talked about injury reports from training camp. We marked through player names on our fantasy football wish lists. And Gresham wished. “I wish we could draft cheerleaders,” he said. He added a wide receiver’s name to bottom of his page. “How would they earn points?” I asked, marking… Read More
On the bus, before going on stage, the guys in Jars of Clay and I sang hymns and prayed together, thanking God for the opportunity of the night and asking Him to use us. Then we went on stage and sang about Jesus for everyone who showed up. View Post
“So what is you do these days exactly?” I asked.
Four hours later, the answer – interrupt by fascinating tangents and dinner and dessert and coffee and children – was finished. And I’d spent the evening with a legend in music. View Post
Disclaimer: All dialogue is based on my best recollection and could not possibly be word-for-word exactly what was said. But it’s dang close. Unfortunately, I do not record every conversation I have and my memory is that of a thirty-eight year-old with poor diet and exercise habits. Keep this in… Read More
In 2002 I was nominated for five Dove Awards and won none of them. The alleged reason why this happened is almost certainly why winning a Dove Award has become meaningless to artists and fans alike. But recent changes at the Gospel Music Association may be a move toward meaning. View Post