One morning recently I woke up with the song, “I Need a Hero,” on my mind. Do you remember it? I can almost hear Bonnie Tyler’s awesome husky voice belting it out, bringing me back to my days at the roller rink… Where have all the good men gone
It’s in my DNA I love music; I love the depth it creates with the tonality, melody, and story. My own story, relationship and love of music, started back when I was a boy…I must have been 4 or 5…sitting alone in my brother’s room, listening to Fly Like an
Hidden in the beautiful story of Hosea is a portion of a scripture that simply says, “Judah shall plow”. It is in Hosea 10:11. Now, why would this have anything to do with worship? It seems more like farming commands or a punishment for a wayward son than worship. Well,
What is worship, you ask? To some, it’s a bowing low, an outward expression of adoration. To others, it is a sold-out obedience to an ideal, or to a supreme being. For me, it is the cry of one’s heart, the outpouring of an unspeakable, unnamable, depth of gratitude, love,
