Imperfect music, written by an unlikely musician.
A husband, a father, a son. Tired of my day job but not tired of the living it provides. I’m an optimist because, really, I just don’t want to live with myself any other way. I believe in God and His Son and thankfully I think They believe in me. I have faith, lots of it, but some days it is stronger than others. I’d like to think that gives me perspective but, perhaps, that could be my eternal optimism justifying my lapses.
I suddenly started to write songs about my faith, usually at 5:00 am, often unexpected, sometimes unwanted. I am not a musician. I am often embarrassed by my efforts but the words of these songs don’t leave me room to indulge my embarrassment. I never hear God’s voice. I wish I did. Instead I find that after I have written something and think about what it is saying that God has, perhaps, spoken to me in my own voice. Weird huh?
I try very hard not to use any of the common Christian buzzwords in my conversations or in my lyrics for two reasons:
1. They lose impact after overuse. We are talking about huge issues and using small words to express them. If we become so familiar with the words that we attach ourselves to them rather than to the ideas that they attempt to convey we are in danger of missing the point due to familiarity.
2. Buzzwords are a method of exclusion. I have heard phrases in Christian circles that are not used anywhere else and it is not simply because they convey unique Christian ideas. They almost form a secret language of an elitist club. If you do not speak it then you are an outsider. If you wish to be part of the club then you must undergo this circumcision of conversational convention.
I still feel I am an unlikely choice to be writing songs about Christian faith but the words just keep coming and I just keep writing them down. It is my hope that there is a place for this and that someone will find this, my imperfect music, of value.