In my previous article I introduced the idea that Mary’s Song, also known at The Magnificat, is essentially a Revolution Song. Her song can be categorized as revolutionary because the actions of God that it describes are radical, and we first notice that God is radically personal. To see part …
Last year the Rock n’ Roll Hall of Fame had a temporary exhibit called Louder Than Words. This exhibit featured relics from the greatest protest songs ever written and it contained everything from Jimmy Hendrix’s guitar to the FBI correspondents regarding NWA’s well-known song. The purpose of this exhibit was …
This morning my wife reminded me that tomorrow is not just any Wednesday with the question, “Where are we getting our ashes tomorrow?” Since before we were married Leah and I have been intentional about observing Ash Wednesday and Lent every year.
Two hundred of us stood hand in hand singing, “On Christ the Solid Rock I Stand.” We were all Christian leaders from Philadelphia, but we were joined together in a dedicated corner at the Javits Center in Manhattan. It was Movement Day 2016.
I didn’t come up with the title for this blog post; I actually stole it from one of my favorite Jon Foreman songs. You can listen to it here. When I first heard the song I was really captivated by the concept: Learning how to die. How can you learn …
In light of the violence and unrest that has dominated the media in the United States over the past weeks, I’ve decided to take a moment to speak up and share a few things I’ve learned in my experience as a white pastor in a mostly black, inner city context.
Last month we had an unseasonably warm day in Philadelphia. I was writing a sermon in a coffee shop around 4 pm when I learned that it was around eighty degrees outside. So I quickly packed up my bags and headed to the Wissahickon Park.
He stomped her face into the curb one more time, but she was still conscious. She kept quiet-didn’t want to make a scene. He didn’t care. The giant man stood over her knowing he could quickly end her life if he wanted to.
Today, I feel little more than “that old ache” described by Lewis: “Apparently, then, our lifelong nostalgia, our longing to be reunited with something in the universe from which we now feel cut off, to be on the inside of some door which we have always seen from the outside,
If you’ve looked at my bio you may have noticed something about me: I’m white. And I’m not urban white. I’m folk music and chewing tobacco white. Yet I live in the inner city and I pastor at an inner city church.