<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686</id><updated>2011-09-29T22:40:21.896-07:00</updated><category term='Chris Tomlin'/><category term='Israel'/><title type='text'>Notes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>90&amp;amp;9</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03932592504786294671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-4293516803826897616</id><published>2010-09-20T05:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T05:41:27.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell, Notes. Hello, Collideoscope!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/TJdWdcSgOII/AAAAAAAAAOs/xtkp6E3SXAQ/s1600-h/IMG_1549%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="IMG_1549" border="0" alt="IMG_1549" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/TJdWdg_oCEI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Od3rD8-hL0g/IMG_1549_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This three year exploration of intersections between Apostolics and music is drawing to a close. But discussions about Apostolic music are not ending. The Notes blog will be subsumed into the wider discussion of Christianity and culture at &lt;a href="http://colliedoscope.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Collideoscope&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To the bloggers who have posted here, thank you. I have enjoyed working with you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To the readers of the Notes blog, on behalf of the Notes bloggers as a collective, thank you for your readership. It has been a privilege to write for you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;See you all on &lt;a href="http://colliedoscope.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Collideoscope&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-4293516803826897616?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/4293516803826897616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2010/09/farewell-notes-hello-collideoscope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/4293516803826897616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/4293516803826897616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2010/09/farewell-notes-hello-collideoscope.html' title='Farewell, Notes. Hello, Collideoscope!'/><author><name>everettg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11122780004008509514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G46kALgcEt8/SYs_O_9j20I/AAAAAAAAADA/KEla94wn6ds/S220/EG_TG_NC.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/TJdWdg_oCEI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Od3rD8-hL0g/s72-c/IMG_1549_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-2895055864443385475</id><published>2010-08-31T06:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T06:56:38.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Therapy Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G46kALgcEt8/TH0JM0s-FAI/AAAAAAAAAOU/DkaFPc7zjuE/s1600/Flowers.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G46kALgcEt8/TH0JM0s-FAI/AAAAAAAAAOU/DkaFPc7zjuE/s200/Flowers.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511571634881696770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you do your assignment? Did you think about a song? Did you write in your journal? Or did you just read my last post and think "Hmm... Interesting." Or maybe "Hmm... that's kind of dumb. Who has time for that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you will allow me to beat the dead horse, I will share with you a small portion of what prompted the last post. As some of you may know, my son's language skills did not progress at anywhere near a standard progression as he was learning the rudiments of language. But a funny thing happened. We discovered that if we sang a song to him, he could learn a word much more easily than otherwise. So that was one reason my mind was on the topic of music therapy. But there was another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm on my lunch hour listening to my Shuffle (yes, you can reference my other recent post if you like) and this song comes on with the lyric "Jesus, you're all I need." Etcetera, etcetera. Frankly, I wasn't in the mood. I just snapped back to no one in particular, "No, that isn't quite right. I need more than that. I need food to eat. I need a place to live. I need clothes to wear. I need a permanent job that actually has decent health insurance. So, that song really doesn't quite express it correctly. I need MORE than simply Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 63.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thy lovingkindness is better than life. My soul shall be satisfied. My soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I simply broke down and had to acknowledge the Truth of the words in the previous song. There really wasn't any need for my bad attitude about what I needed or what I thought I needed. His Grace is sufficient for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you are feeling like you don't know if your musical talent has a purpose, if you wonder whether it makes a difference because you sure don't see anybody worshiping . . . you never know when the words to that song you sang for a special last Wednesday night will catch someone unawares, and be the blessing that they need, not just to survive another day, but to rejoice in the glory of His presence forevermore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all the rage to be critical of Apostolic musicians who get too full of themselves and not full enough of God. They no longer see the source of the music, but they see themselves as the source. They will not go far. But those musicians who humble themselves . . . we often do not praise them enough for fear they will get a big head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say "thanks" to your praise team this week. Give the soloist an extra pat on the back and say "Well done, thou good and faithful servant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider the poor unnamed harpist from 2 Kings 3:15. Elisha was in a mood. He wasn't one to be trifled with. But before he could hear from God, Elisha needed to hear a soothing song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-2895055864443385475?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/2895055864443385475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2010/08/music-therapy-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/2895055864443385475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/2895055864443385475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2010/08/music-therapy-part-2.html' title='Music Therapy Part 2'/><author><name>everettg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11122780004008509514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G46kALgcEt8/SYs_O_9j20I/AAAAAAAAADA/KEla94wn6ds/S220/EG_TG_NC.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G46kALgcEt8/TH0JM0s-FAI/AAAAAAAAAOU/DkaFPc7zjuE/s72-c/Flowers.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-144627974935529164</id><published>2010-08-07T20:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T20:49:05.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music as Therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/TF4pLjJCrGI/AAAAAAAAAOA/oJ0WDTNK8Lc/s1600-h/LIRARIDES%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="LIRARIDES" border="0" alt="LIRARIDES" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/TF4pMHiygeI/AAAAAAAAAOE/VIYpiEzrSt8/LIRARIDES_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Do you know any music therapists? Were you aware that you can get a master's degree in music therapy? A good friend of mine is a music therapist. He works in hospice, playing his harp and singing with anointing to minister to those who are near the end of their journey in this life. I don't think it's my calling. But I can't say for sure. I'm still looking for what I want to do when I grow up. I hope I'm not still saying that when I'm 80.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The therapeutic nature of music has been well documented throughout biblical history, from Saul being soothed by David's playing, to the disciples' bittersweet singing at the close of the Last Supper, to Paul and Silas encouraging themselves while locked in prison, not to mention the celebratory and didactic function of, say, the various poems throughout the biblical text (Exod 15, Judg 5, Phil 2, just to name a few).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But how many times has a song ministered to you, personally, in a time of need or crisis or low point in the deep valleys of this journey we call life? Just the other day I had one of those &amp;quot;God moments&amp;quot; in song. God spoke to me personally through the words of a psalm, but more importantly, it was the music that was the vehicle of the message. I could not have received that message through the words alone, but the wheels of song carried it into my heart.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now here's the homework: get your pen(cil) and paper ready. Select a song that has especial meaning to you. Find a quiet space where you can sit and listen and think without distraction. Press play on the recording. Listen. Write. Tell what you love about this song. Write about how it has ministered to you in the past. What is the over-arching meaning of the song? Does it speak to you on more than one level? What, if any, biblical text(s) does the song reference? How effective is the song at communicating the true meaning of the biblical text? If necessary, listen to the song again. And again. If it's within your technical capacity, perform a cursory analysis of the form and discuss how the song fits within its own genre or whether it breaks the mold of its genre.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If appropriate, share your findings with someone. Or post them as a comment, here.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-144627974935529164?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/144627974935529164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2010/08/music-as-therapy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/144627974935529164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/144627974935529164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2010/08/music-as-therapy.html' title='Music as Therapy'/><author><name>everettg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11122780004008509514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G46kALgcEt8/SYs_O_9j20I/AAAAAAAAADA/KEla94wn6ds/S220/EG_TG_NC.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/TF4pMHiygeI/AAAAAAAAAOE/VIYpiEzrSt8/s72-c/LIRARIDES_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-6325488293747778644</id><published>2010-07-30T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T14:44:26.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harp Lesson from the Holy Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXHWMYHO-TM/TFNHqCNcLyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xQwpq4CFgzo/s1600/david+harp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 111px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXHWMYHO-TM/TFNHqCNcLyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xQwpq4CFgzo/s400/david+harp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499818357422829346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The harp shop hid among the crowded streets of Jerusalem.  It was hard work to search it out among the many houses and souvenir stalls.  An ordinary looking door with the correct address finally presented itself.  We entered a small room with very few actual instruments and heard stomping around on the floor above our heads.  The proprietors came down the stairs, delighted to show off their musical wares.  They hand crafted the instruments, and their specialty was harps like the one King David played.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man showed off his treasures as he gave us a history lesson.  He and his wife explained that the legend says David hung his harp above his bed, and the wind blowing through the strings would awaken him every morning.  &lt;br /&gt;This gave new meaning to Psalm 108:1-2 which said, “O God, my heart is fixed; I will sing and give praise, even with my glory.  Awake, psaltery and harp: I myself will awake early” (KJV). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the idea of a praise alarm clock.  Was it possible to build one internally?  Could I stretch some spiritual strings across the walls of my heart that would vibrate whenever God’s spirit started to blow?&lt;br /&gt;The merchant took an ornate, harp with leaves scrolled down the front and handed it to one of us.  The U-shaped instrument was polished to a burnished brown.  Ten strings stretched between its curvy arms and a Star of David was carved on the base.  He told the woman to lay her ear against the wood and pluck softly at the strings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened.  She played away and we couldn’t hear a note.  Why was she smiling?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They passed the harp to each of us and then we understood.  When you laid your ear against the side, you could hear a soft hum begin.  The vibrations traveled through the body and directly to the musician’s ear.  A room full of people could sit next to you and never hear a thing. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I can imagine David sitting in his court, surrounded by the self-important backstabbers he complained of in the book of Psalms.  Should he go to war?  Should he stay at home?  How was his popularity rating among the people?  The heated discussions swirl all around him until the noise threatens to drive him mad.&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring the bicker and squabbling, he picks up his ten-stringed lyre and softly strums.  The conversations continue unimpeded, but David is no longer the king on his throne.  He’s a simple shepherd once again as he plays a love song only he and God can hear.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt I will ever learn to play the lyre or compose the kind of heart wrenching poetry that poured from David’s soul, but I can sing a new song of my own.  I’ll compose it on the strings of my heart and offer it silently up to God.  It’s a secret He and I can share together, no matter how crowded and noisy my surroundings may be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-6325488293747778644?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/6325488293747778644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2010/07/harp-lesson-from-holy-land.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/6325488293747778644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/6325488293747778644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2010/07/harp-lesson-from-holy-land.html' title='Harp Lesson from the Holy Land'/><author><name>SSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523948227005943767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXHWMYHO-TM/TFNHqCNcLyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xQwpq4CFgzo/s72-c/david+harp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-8201325175325677408</id><published>2010-07-16T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T22:27:52.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keepin' It Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vj4FSghliks/TEE-yCvzXBI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lGY8XQU0fSk/s1600/hammond_c3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vj4FSghliks/TEE-yCvzXBI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lGY8XQU0fSk/s320/hammond_c3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494742049820466194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start by apologizing for skipping out on my post last month… I apologize.&lt;br /&gt;As a person that plays the organ, there are many occasions in Apostolic services that my services are called upon to, without listing all the different terms, “preach with the preacher”. I know somebody’s thinking I’m about to complain about this, but I’m not. I actually have a great time doing that (preaching with the preacher). It’s one of my favorite things to do, but don’t tell me to get on some keyboard with a pathetic excuse for some organ sounds on it. This should be a sin. People should be beaten for asking this of anyone that truly loves playing the organ. You may say “that’s harsh TJ!” And I’ll just say “it was harsh to ask me to do that.” No, I’m not bashing people that don’t have best keyboards money can buy (which by the way, I don’t like playing organ settings on them either).&lt;br /&gt;If somebody asks me to come back them up, I don’t mind doing that, just let me choose a sound on that bad boy that allows me to create the best sound I can with it. Don’t insist on using the organ sound. Sometimes it just doesn’t sound right… to me.&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain. The sound that we are using a single keyboard to imitate is so much more complex than we seem to think. It’s like asking a 10 year old to play point guard for an NBA All-Star team. It may be pretty good, but it’s not going to accomplish the task at hand. And this isn’t just for preaching with the preacher; I’m talking about throughout a service. One keyboard, with 88 keys to imitate a beast that has two keyboards with 61 keys and a pedal board with another 25 is just not right! And on top of that, one can manipulate the sounds on a Hammond C-3 almost just thinking about it. Mm BABY!!! Ok, I’m getting too technical. If you want me to go deeper, just let me know.&lt;br /&gt;How often do we hear drummers complain about playing electric drums, or just anybody complaining about a guitar sample on a keyboard? But let an organist say he or she doesn’t want to play an organ sound on a keyboard; the looks people give me are priceless.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve said all this simply to make this point: You can’t beat the real thing. Thank you Coca-Cola!  We can’t just be trying to be some kind of imitation. You need to sound like you when you’re singing or playing. While someone else can’t tell the difference – He knows the real deal. There are things that only you can do. There are things that separate you from the bunch. So no matter how “old school” someone may think your style is, or how irrelevant somebody may claim your sound to be. God requires that each man give according to what he has. Don’t try to turn what God gave you into something else – keep it real!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-8201325175325677408?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/8201325175325677408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2010/07/keepin-it-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/8201325175325677408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/8201325175325677408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2010/07/keepin-it-real.html' title='Keepin&apos; It Real'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282036942258327029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vj4FSghliks/SmDrQHPPd6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RHu0ucZWAks/S220/TJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vj4FSghliks/TEE-yCvzXBI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lGY8XQU0fSk/s72-c/hammond_c3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-305801330618088163</id><published>2010-07-04T06:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T06:17:54.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don’t Put Your Life on Shuffle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/TDCJ_5BXgxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/zaVZqi1CiuU/s1600-h/IMG_3321%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_3321" border="0" alt="IMG_3321" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/TDCKAQV8glI/AAAAAAAAAN8/qnvDWkjXfQI/IMG_3321_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ever stop to wonder what your worship service would look like on the iPod Shuffle? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You could have a select number of individuals pick their top favorite two or three or ten songs and put them all on a Shuffle. Then to start the worship service you could just press play. Crazy, no?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But isn’t that what it looks like when you don’t give the worship service the attention it deserves? When you don’t pray before making your song selection? When you don’t take time to reflect on what the LORD is doing in the service? When you don’t allow the Spirit the direct you to make a change in the middle of the song service while you’re leading it?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Consider the evolution of recorded music. From LPs to cassettes to CDs to the iWorld. Certainly I don’t want to leave out eight tracks or 78s but if they receive short shrift in my estimation it’s because I have had practically zero experience with them. But with the thematic possibility of 20 or 25 minutes a side, or even with the idea of the entire recording having a thematic unity resembling the organic unity of a symphony or, say, a sonata, there was a sense of “I’m going to sit down for 20 or 30 or 45 minutes and listen to music.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nowadays we multitask. We’re not inclined to simply sit and listen to music for any extended period of time unless we have a long commute. So introduce the concept of the Shuffle (for brevity sake passing over the iPod). Load 300 songs onto one little device and randomize. You don’t even have to think about it. Well, beyond the initial selection of which 300 songs will you install on to the device, assuming you’re fortunate enough to have more than 25 or 30 CDs to choose from. It’s precisely this lack of thinking that is a result of our incessant multi-tasking. When anyone and everyone can post their latest “status” or write a 200 word blog entry or even publish their own novel, something is very . . . in the state of Denmark.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Don’t get me wrong. I am still a fan of the Shuffle. I use it precisely because I don’t have to think about what I want to listen to. Because I want to allow for a certain serendipity, or even in some cases, for the LORD to speak to me through a simply “seemingly random” song selection. It may be that the song that’s next in the random playlist is just the one I need to get through a difficult circumstance. But when you go from more thinking to less thinking, or even in some cases, to no thinking, I think we’re on the wrong track.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-305801330618088163?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/305801330618088163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2010/07/dont-put-your-life-on-shuffle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/305801330618088163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/305801330618088163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2010/07/dont-put-your-life-on-shuffle.html' title='Don’t Put Your Life on Shuffle'/><author><name>everettg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11122780004008509514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G46kALgcEt8/SYs_O_9j20I/AAAAAAAAADA/KEla94wn6ds/S220/EG_TG_NC.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/TDCKAQV8glI/AAAAAAAAAN8/qnvDWkjXfQI/s72-c/IMG_3321_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-5565796238532947230</id><published>2010-06-04T09:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T11:48:08.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning Ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/TAkug_7qrdI/AAAAAAAAANo/03An8QyHY8M/s1600-h/IMG_2099%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_2099" border="0" alt="IMG_2099" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/TAkuhIuDW7I/AAAAAAAAANs/0cESsM3_Tz0/IMG_2099_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Consider the artist tasked with creating a mosaic. All of those little pieces of stone need to just the right shape and placed in just the right place. If it is done well, and done correctly, from a distance it will look like a nice picture. And up close . . . like the ancient forerunner of pointillism that it is. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s that way with a worship service. If the songs are selected pell mell at the last minute without any prayer or thought or even possibly coordination with the message, it is likely the result will be experienced as a poorly designed work of art, a mosaic gone awry, all of the stones not quite lining up, a patchwork of unhappy disunity.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How far ahead do you plan for leading worship? A few minutes? a few hours? A few days? A few weeks? It’s obvious that there is such thing as not planning far enough ahead (picking songs five minutes before the start of service) but is it possible that you can plan too far ahead? Can you plan six months worth of songs for your worship services?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How often are you able to coordinate the selection of songs with the message? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/TAkuhxM62LI/AAAAAAAAANw/uvqlRVjmdzU/s1600-h/IMG_2541%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_2541" border="0" alt="IMG_2541" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/TAkuiM7LT5I/AAAAAAAAAN0/lvadX2UC2gI/IMG_2541_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mosaic, Ephesus. The one at the top of this post is from Sardis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-5565796238532947230?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/5565796238532947230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2010/06/planning-ahead.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/5565796238532947230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/5565796238532947230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2010/06/planning-ahead.html' title='Planning Ahead'/><author><name>everettg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11122780004008509514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G46kALgcEt8/SYs_O_9j20I/AAAAAAAAADA/KEla94wn6ds/S220/EG_TG_NC.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/TAkuhIuDW7I/AAAAAAAAANs/0cESsM3_Tz0/s72-c/IMG_2099_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-2786744243007066073</id><published>2010-05-29T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T00:51:17.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Attractions</title><content type='html'>This clip has been around the block a few times, but I'd like to share it with all of you for this mad dash of a weekend posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=11501569&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=11501569&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/11501569"&gt;"Sunday's Coming" Movie Trailer&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/northpointmedia"&gt;North Point Media&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's clever, but it is a great place to launch an evaluation and discussion of how we do Sunday services. I realize the subject has many layers and is far too broad to handle in a short blog post, but if we focus on the "how" of our approach as musicians to the weekend service I believe it reveals much of the "why" in our motives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we selling an experience that lasts an hour and ensures repeat visits in the coming weeks? Can this approach actually be a positive thing? Is there a need to return to "long" weekend services in order to ensure that God has room to move? Are we trendy or traditional to a fault? How big of a priority is the weekend service in our personal prayer and meditation time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a facilitator of a worship journey in each gathering that happens on the weekend. I want to be a leader in praise and worship setting an example for the congregation to follow. I want to be passionate about the culture I am helping to create in the local assembly. I want to be sensitive to the voice of God at all times both in preparation and execution. The process by which all of this takes place is still in formation, but I want my motives to remain pure in the midst of whatever culture is being cultivated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-2786744243007066073?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/2786744243007066073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2010/05/coming-attractions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/2786744243007066073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/2786744243007066073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2010/05/coming-attractions.html' title='Coming Attractions'/><author><name>RJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-569718886664513076</id><published>2010-05-25T14:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T14:35:10.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get A Theme Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vj4FSghliks/S_xCh1LLHWI/AAAAAAAAABs/C6ogs8ZRt0s/s1600/darth_vader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vj4FSghliks/S_xCh1LLHWI/AAAAAAAAABs/C6ogs8ZRt0s/s320/darth_vader.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475324395952741730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been so delusional as to pretend that you have theme music when you walk into a room? Well, I have. I once created a CD with all my favorite theme songs; like Thunder Cats and the Imperial March from Star Wars.  I would play the song that best fit my mood at the time. If I was a little short-tempered that day – Star Wars. If I was in a “heroic mood” – Thunder Cats. But I must confess that no matter what mood I was in before I started the song, I felt better after playing it, and acting out my emotions in my mind as drove, walked, or just sat there.  I know that I might sound crazy, but it calmed my nerves. No one was harmed and I never tried to commit super-human feats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know about you, but I think I might have a slight touch of ADD. So sitting down reading scriptures (as much as I love sitting down reading scriptures) doesn’t always help me through some of my situations. I get distracted. Because everything that runs in and out of my mind, runs in and out of my mind at that time. So sometimes when I’m in deep thought about something I throw on some music that reflects how I feel about that and it will set a backdrop for me to play it all out in my head. I don’t normally talk to anybody during this time, as people’s feelings might get hurt (if I’m listening to the Imperial March).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like right now, I’m pretty happy, because I’m getting ready to leave my job and go to a party, but it would sure help if I had some tunes playing and not that mild office roar going on. Because in that roar, I get distracted and I find myself inadvertently tuning into some of the things I can actually hear. So pardon me if I seem like I’m bouncing all over the place because I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to sum all this up, music is an excellent tool to help us when it seems nothing else can. If I’m discouraged, I’ll play a song that will encourage me. And while that song is playing, I begin thinking about all the good things that can come after the discouragement, the silver-lining if you will.:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I made this short so you wouldn’t feel like you wasted too much time, if it made absolutely no sense to you.:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-569718886664513076?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/569718886664513076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2010/05/get-theme-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/569718886664513076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/569718886664513076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2010/05/get-theme-song.html' title='Get A Theme Song'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282036942258327029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vj4FSghliks/SmDrQHPPd6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RHu0ucZWAks/S220/TJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vj4FSghliks/S_xCh1LLHWI/AAAAAAAAABs/C6ogs8ZRt0s/s72-c/darth_vader.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-7666254506018248154</id><published>2010-04-24T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T09:20:06.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My BAD attitude and Sunday morning worship sets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jlVRk9q1ws/S9MaIErdn2I/AAAAAAAAABw/7J0-uwi3Bzs/s1600/25896_1240148610176_1423117791_30602396_2864532_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jlVRk9q1ws/S9MaIErdn2I/AAAAAAAAABw/7J0-uwi3Bzs/s200/25896_1240148610176_1423117791_30602396_2864532_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463739498927857506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once said to a room full of pastoral staff that if you never considered leaving ministry then you probably weren't working hard enough. The whole room laughed and for a brief moment there was a bit of transparency that everyone had at one point asked themselves what exactly were they working so hard for? On that positive note, I would like to share just such a moment with you lovely people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an overcast Sunday morning, I was arriving at morning rehearsal at the last possible minute, I was exhausted from the rat routine of life, and those warnings of effective leaders rendering themselves ineffective through overworking and lacking passion were screaming very loudly in my head. Once inside I discovered that there was no sound crew, the singers and musicians were united in their inability to prepare for the one song that the entire worship set was built around in both theme and key relationship, and it seemed that each singer was determined to be flat just to spite me. Rehearsal was a nightmare, and although I was constantly praying under my breath that I realized it wasn't about me I walked onto the platform for the 9:00 service in a very crabby sort of mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first few moments of the service which included an opening by a staff pastor that was lackluster and disorganized followed by a team of musicians that missed an introduction I was beginning to wonder why on earth I put so much time and energy into this moment. After all, aren't our Christian lives supposed to be much more effective and large outside of these brief weekend moments? Do I really even feel called to this? I am starting to dislike these wonderful people, isn't that a terrible thing to be avoided at all costs because isn't ministry about loving such people? As the first moments of the service were fumbled through by unprepared musicians and people trickled into the sanctuary with the lackadaisical attitude that marks Southern California church culture I was ready to throw in the towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in a very bad attitude that I lifted my eyes from the keys and the immediate surroundings of what was happening musically and really looked out at the congregation. The first thing I noticed was the group of new converts who came from the same half-way house lined up on the front row with their friends that keep accompanying them, and they all seemed to have tears flowing down their faces while they sang their way through the song. I started to see more and more individual faces as they offered themselves up their worship in a vulnerable and beautiful manner while singing along with the worship set as it flowed from moment to sweet moment in God's presence. I saw stories and people who represent vastly different cultural experiences and backgrounds come together in that moment to seek one thing that they desire above all else and prove it in their pursuit of intimacy with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course such moments bring tears and repentance and humility, but even more a great sense of validation and the reminder that there is nothing that can replace the realization that you are being used in that moment to facilitate the experience so many gather to encounter in the little Sunday morning church service. It breaks down any sense of personal accomplishment when you realize that these people would still push towards God in spite of your lack of musical preparedness, yet because you take it seriously the moment is all the better and your offering as a musician and singer is something you give in each moment you prepare for this. I realize that in all things we do in word and deed is done in the name of Jesus, but on that Sunday morning my service to the people of God is done as much behind closed doors in whatever preparation I engage in as much as it is in the musical performance of the worship set itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a fairly new intention of mine to respond to the obligatory, yet sincere comments from people that they loved the music of the church service by saying that it is really about creating space for that encounter with God. I then ask if they liked the song, did they know it, and is there anything they sing throughout the week in devotion that really impacts the moment? The feedback so far has been somewhat constrained as people are not sure if they can be totally honest, but it is my goal that my church music department pours as much as we possibly can into the people who attend our services. It is likely that frustration will occur, but perhaps not at the moment that represents the culmination of a musician's sacrifice and service.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-7666254506018248154?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/7666254506018248154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-bad-attitude-and-sunday-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/7666254506018248154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/7666254506018248154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-bad-attitude-and-sunday-morning.html' title='My BAD attitude and Sunday morning worship sets'/><author><name>RJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jlVRk9q1ws/S9MaIErdn2I/AAAAAAAAABw/7J0-uwi3Bzs/s72-c/25896_1240148610176_1423117791_30602396_2864532_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-9196940912352106018</id><published>2010-04-19T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T14:20:44.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Ole' Same Ole'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lifeintheoffice.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/06/boredom.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 428px; height: 238px;" src="http://lifeintheoffice.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/06/boredom.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! I apologize for my tardy post and lack of posting last month.&lt;br /&gt;I know I was supposed to post about this last month, but it is actually  relevant to me right now.  As a music minister, it's my responsibility  to oversee all things music at my church. And in an attempt to relieve  myself of a little bit of the responsibility, I allow the song leaders  to choose their own songs. While this benefits me on any other day, it  seems to make my mind have to work overtime on Sunday because I still  have to filter through their songs.  Sometimes when someone is only  leading songs once a month, he/she can be tempted to pick the same songs  each month. It may not seem that noticeable to them, but everybody else  notices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently received an email suggesting that I have the song leaders  keep a notebook with a lists of the songs sang every service. This  person noticed that a couple of the songs selected had already been sung  within the last two weeks. Now, one would think that using different  people would automatically increase the variety of songs sang. This is  not quite as simple as it sounds. one has to factor in the fact that the  rest of your praise team needs to know the songs and your musicians  need to know the songs as well.  Contrary to popular belief, it's not  always a great idea to decide to sing a song no one else knows right  before church. I know we're Apostolic, and we should be instant in  season and out of season, but music is not something that can just be  thrown together. You're not just depending on one person, but several  others. And even though everybody should be at a certain level,  everybody's NOT at a certain level. Sometimes you just have to use  common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how do you get out of the rut of doing the same songs all the time?   The answer seems to be simple... Learn more songs, buddy. But it's more  than that. You have to learn more songs, and just more songs, but also a  variety of styles. Sometimes I have to force myself to listen to  artists that I would not normally listen to. Doing this helps me try to  find something I like about different styles. Once I find something I  like, I try to find ways to incorporate it in my playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like to sit down and just play without any CDs or anything else.   Just being creative on my own; using the things I've learned from  listening to different styles, helps me to be able to change things up.   Now, if I want to play something with a different rhythm, that's not a  problem. If I want to try I'll fly away with a Reggae twist... might not  sound so great, but it's not killing me to try it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One may ask, "what does this have to do with song leaders picking the  same songs?" Well, just like I (as a musician) have to listen to styles  that I don't care for and use them, my song leaders will have to begin  expanding their horizons and trying new styles. It's almost like going  to a restaurant and getting the same thing every time you go. You'll  never know how much you like something until you try it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-9196940912352106018?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/9196940912352106018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2010/04/same-ole-same-ole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/9196940912352106018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/9196940912352106018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2010/04/same-ole-same-ole.html' title='Same Ole&apos; Same Ole&apos;'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282036942258327029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vj4FSghliks/SmDrQHPPd6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RHu0ucZWAks/S220/TJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-8540939941860125491</id><published>2010-04-01T19:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T19:32:54.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mentors, Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/S7VXVNPYz7I/AAAAAAAAANg/-JPi_lSmHa0/s1600-h/Mom%20and%20Dad%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Mom and Dad" border="0" alt="Mom and Dad" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/S7VXVm8mMZI/AAAAAAAAANk/6enZzIBdS34/Mom%20and%20Dad_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="172" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What distinguishes Pavarotti from Domingo, or from, say, the master of music candidate giving their umpteenth recital in the hopes of making it to the big leagues, the lead role in a Puccini or Donizetti opera?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Granted, you have to have the technique down. That’s a no brainer. If you can’t keep your notes in tune and zip through the virtuosic literature then you don’t stand a chance anywhere. That’s just practice, practice, practice. But there is one thing you cannot learn in the practice room, at least not all on your own: Musicianship.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Most of what I learned about musicianship I learned from one person, Richard “Dad” Hoffland. He and his wife labored over the Millikin University choir for many years, finally retiring in 1991. I had the fortune of singing under his direction for four tours. His musicianship was, in modern parlance, old school. If &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/p.php?i=1381772990&amp;amp;k=Z3M45YUR35TF2GDBWBY6Q5PQTUBD22WF&amp;amp;oid=1268032028809" target="_blank"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt; works, give it a try, if you want an example of his conducting. There wasn’t a composition that he would conduct that didn’t have something extra, something special, something undeniably and irrevocably influenced by the way he directed the choir. He had a certain “style” as it were. And the musicianship. Boy howdy. If you didn’t become a real musician just by singing under his baton, then you just simply weren’t paying attention.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What does this have to do with “Apostolic” music, you may be wondering? That is, if you have gotten this far, and didn’t stop reading immediately upon coming across the “O” word. People seem to have a special hatred for certain genres of music. The “O” word is high among the list. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you can get past the occasional out-of-tune solos in some of our churches (I realize there are places where these are more the norm than occasional, perhaps due to some nepotic or otherwise inbred or lazy acculturative tendencies), and if you can get past the general unpreparedness some folks bring to their leading worship or singing specials (again, refer to the parenthetical comment above), and if the musicians are attentive to the singer, and the singer is able to get past the notes and get to the music, you may be able to hear what I mean. I imagine I will get some flack for not putting any emphasis here on the worship. That is fine and well deserved. I will address that in a future post. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh. And by the way, I don’t have a strong preference in the Pavarotti vs. Domingo argument. I like Domingo’s voice. I like Pavarotti’s bearing. Pavarotti is the king of the dramatic (overly or melodramatic, some would say) whereas Domingo is in a class all by himself. There’s a hundred of ‘em, if not a thousand, but the artiste verité is one in a million. Or a billion. For a representative comparison, give &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2RdJmqLrsbo" target="_blank"&gt;Domingo&lt;/a&gt; a listen, then listen to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TOfC9LfR3PI" target="_blank"&gt;Pavarotti&lt;/a&gt; singing the same aria.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-8540939941860125491?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/8540939941860125491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2010/04/mentors-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/8540939941860125491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/8540939941860125491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2010/04/mentors-part-2.html' title='Mentors, Part 2'/><author><name>everettg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11122780004008509514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G46kALgcEt8/SYs_O_9j20I/AAAAAAAAADA/KEla94wn6ds/S220/EG_TG_NC.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/S7VXVm8mMZI/AAAAAAAAANk/6enZzIBdS34/s72-c/Mom%20and%20Dad_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-7007038828801305571</id><published>2010-03-04T13:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T13:45:39.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Mentors, Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/S5AqAcuM93I/AAAAAAAAANI/PBbtIIed8K0/s1600-h/IMG_1116%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_1116" border="0" alt="IMG_1116" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/S5AqAlCgltI/AAAAAAAAANM/lG6NpXC3qjY/IMG_1116_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Who are your music mentors? I have a few. I’ll start with one from my delicate high school years. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Most folks I have encountered who have studied classical piano for any length of time have what can best be referred to as a love-hate relationship with the instrument. They love it. But they hate it. They love to hate it. It’s not really the piano’s fault. Playing piano well (doing ANYTHING well, for that matter) takes a lot, I mean, a LOT of practice. Hours and hours. And hours and hours. And I just didn’t put in the required effort. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mrs. Philpott was my first piano teacher. Lovely name for a piano teacher, don’t you think? She lived over on Canterbury Lane. Picturesque address, isn’t it? I just made it up. I think she lived on . . . well forget it. Something Lane. I don't remember too much of those early years, only, that, well, I preferred to play by ear rather than by note. I would ask Mrs. Philpott to demonstrate a particular passage that I struggled with, then I wouldn’t have to learn to read music. I could just play it back just as I had heard it. I had a good memory for it, I suppose.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Whatever happened with Old Mrs. Philpott, is one for the unsolved mysteries of life. Dr. Kelly, on the other hand, is a completely different story. He was a man from a different generation. Born in 1921 or maybe it was 1923 or 1919, he was one of those tortured souls. Tortured by his love for the piano. He played it constantly. He loved it, more than anything. He practiced ferociously, whipping through degree after degree until finally earning the equivalent of a D.M.A. from Northwestern University. His love for music consumes him. His passion for it, unbounded. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As a piano teacher, Dr. Kelly was a stern, uncompromising taskmaster. He had a pointer he would use, with which he would point to items in the musical score that you had missed, or alternatively, he would use it to tap you on the shoulder to indicate it was time to stop playing because you forgot something or missed something or what have you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I didn’t always practice as much as I should have. To be completely honest, I don’t recall ever practicing very much in my pre-college days. I practiced just enough to get by. And it was eventually enough to get me into a performance program in college. Dr. Kelly was never very pleased with my playing, at least, hardly ever. And he would berate me for being involved in any extra-curricular activity at school, high school musical, tennis, soccer. Anything that kept me away from time that should be devoted to practicing the piano was . . . can we say that he was jealous for my music time? I did end up quitting piano under his tutelage, about halfway through my junior year of high school (coinciding roughly with the high school musical). Early in my senior year, we had a time of patching together the rough places of our relationship and he helped me get a program ready for my applications to colleges. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He was from a generation where hard work was the expectation, the norm. Anything less is simply inadequate and to be reprimanded. Hard work, it would seem, has gone from being commonplace to being largely absent in the last few decades.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Who is jealous for your time today? Who is expecting more from you than you think you are capable of giving? You do have it in you. Let God help to bring it out of you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-7007038828801305571?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/7007038828801305571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2010/03/music-mentors-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/7007038828801305571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/7007038828801305571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2010/03/music-mentors-part-1.html' title='Music Mentors, Part 1'/><author><name>everettg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11122780004008509514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G46kALgcEt8/SYs_O_9j20I/AAAAAAAAADA/KEla94wn6ds/S220/EG_TG_NC.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/S5AqAlCgltI/AAAAAAAAANM/lG6NpXC3qjY/s72-c/IMG_1116_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-6129359248384408569</id><published>2010-02-20T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:14:30.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do YOU Know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vj4FSghliks/S3-n5ZyuqtI/AAAAAAAAABc/FCCebXiGwjs/s1600-h/question%2520mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440251479504890578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vj4FSghliks/S3-n5ZyuqtI/AAAAAAAAABc/FCCebXiGwjs/s320/question%2520mark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone suggested that I discuss how I know I’m called to music ministry. I would like to first apologize for this late entry. I am currently having my computer worked on by a friend whom I believe is working in a calling that God has given him. I plan to use this friend to reinforce my opinion. While I am extremely tired; I will try to write more than a simple one-line answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend is an extremely intelligent and talented computer engineer. He is probably the most sought after PC company in our county. One day, a lady from our church was seeking someone to donate a website to raise money to purchase a wheel chair accessible van. Not only did this particular friend donate the website, but he came to our church and donated the labor, a lot of the hardware and software, and another website for our church. The “greatness” of my friend’s skills need not be discussed to make this point. Just know that he was helping any churches in our area with these things because he is passionate about it being done and it being done well; and beyond that, being done correctly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve visited this man’s house and had to leave because he was in some kind of “computer code zone” and could not communicate with me. He knows that this is his calling because it, at times can consume him. He operates effectively in this ministry, correctly and insists that it be done well. These are great qualities to have when operating in a ministry. Even though none of us are perfect, God will see these qualities and improve us to be what we need to be to get the job done where we’re at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt that many people have different responses to the question of how they knew they were “called” to do something. Some say that they saw visions or dreamed dreams. Some say they were prophesied to. I say that it was a natural occurrence in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this may not even be coherent, but I don’t care. It’s too late to go back through this and start erasing and replacing stuff. But I believe one way for people to know they are called to something is the natural manifestation of that ministry in their lives. Please note that Saul was called to be king and it was his qualities that became associated with those that would be king. Then David came with a totally new set of qualities. There is not much of a “standard” set for people being “called” into certain ministries. God needs a willing vessel that will allow Him to equip and qualify them. Just as SSD said, God needs laborers. We shouldn’t feel like God only wants to use certain people in certain ministries. He’ll use whoever will allow Him to use them. Sometimes that willingness can bring a “calling.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-6129359248384408569?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/6129359248384408569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-do-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/6129359248384408569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/6129359248384408569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-do-you-know.html' title='How do YOU Know?'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282036942258327029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vj4FSghliks/SmDrQHPPd6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RHu0ucZWAks/S220/TJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vj4FSghliks/S3-n5ZyuqtI/AAAAAAAAABc/FCCebXiGwjs/s72-c/question%2520mark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-6772884638782026418</id><published>2010-02-08T15:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T15:07:00.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise Singing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/S3CZEVbKBLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/iqTHWj1hR-k/s1600-h/IMG_1554%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_1554" border="0" alt="IMG_1554" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/S3CZE4LdpZI/AAAAAAAAANA/eIYytQ666F8/IMG_1554_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Consider the praise singer; lovely to behold, always sings in tune (or even in harmony), always at church on time (or even a few minutes before the start of service to review the song list with the worship leader). Maybe, just maybe, you’ll be at pre-service prayer. Maybe I’ll be at pre-service prayer. You just never know with some people.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Praise singers are an unheralded, underappreciated, and, all-too-often, under-miked group of folks. Yes, it’s a thankless job being a praise singer. For some it’s simply doing time before reaching the big leagues of being a worship leader. For others, it’s a terminal station in ministry—no ambition to lead worship, or simply lacking the talent, good looks, or opportunity to do so. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Why aren’t there more men that are praise singers? Are they not as lovely to behold? Are they less likely to sing in tune? Are they less likely to be to church on time? Or is it that there are just fewer of them?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How many praise singers should you have? One for every twenty-five members in the congregation? Once you reach that twenty-sixth regular member, time to add another praise singer? Three at fifty-one; four at seventy-six? Or is there some other matrix for calculating the correct number of praise singers of which I am unaware?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What is the reason for praise singers? Are they the “back-up” singers in case the worship leader forgets the words, doesn’t quite know the tune, or is too lost in worship to sing straight? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And what about the congregation that doesn’t utilize a “worship leader” proper, the one with the person behind the keyboard or guitar slung around shoulder where the band is sitting and nobody singing from behind the pulpit? Should you still have a praise singer (or two) even if you don’t have the traditional worship leader?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And people, can I just make a few pleas? Would you please sing in the microphone? So I can hear you? Pretty please? Do I have to ask again? Can you please, please smile? Or at least don’t look like you are suffering or terrified or miserable. And please, wear something nice. No denim.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes. I am trying to provoke you. No. I am not really serious on some of the points outlined above. But I would love to hear your thoughts!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-6772884638782026418?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/6772884638782026418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2010/02/praise-singing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/6772884638782026418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/6772884638782026418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2010/02/praise-singing.html' title='Praise Singing'/><author><name>everettg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11122780004008509514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G46kALgcEt8/SYs_O_9j20I/AAAAAAAAADA/KEla94wn6ds/S220/EG_TG_NC.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/S3CZE4LdpZI/AAAAAAAAANA/eIYytQ666F8/s72-c/IMG_1554_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-2723618595420944895</id><published>2010-01-30T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T05:40:16.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's MY white light?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXHWMYHO-TM/S2Q2J7w9WiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Q6jtCypiqa4/s1600-h/_DSC8999_halfcolumn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXHWMYHO-TM/S2Q2J7w9WiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Q6jtCypiqa4/s400/_DSC8999_halfcolumn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432526594805422626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, a friend asked me if I felt a call to the music ministry.  What a great question! And I don't even have to think hard about it. The answer is a resounding - No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never have, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had plenty of piano lessons, choir practices, college classes, etc. But I've never had the blinding white light from Heaven, or that burning conviction in my heart that I should be a musician. And yet, there I am every Sunday moring, leading worship at my church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me envies those people who know music is their destiny. It would be so comforting to have that certainty, especially on those Sunday mornings when I pick the wrong songs, or hit some sour notes, or things just stink in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me thinks that we put too much of a premium on "callings." Should I pack up my chorus book and let everyone sing acappella because I never had a musical epiphany? And what about those people that most every music leader has dealt with. The ones that "know" they're called to be a soloist, even though their vocal abilities don't match their confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Callings are a risky topic, since God doesn't send us a signed affidavit that we can whip out as proof.  But hard work and hours of practice are indisputable. God needs laborers for the field, and I feel like I shouldn't sit around and wait for an engraved invitation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-2723618595420944895?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/2723618595420944895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2010/01/wheres-my-white-light.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/2723618595420944895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/2723618595420944895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2010/01/wheres-my-white-light.html' title='Where&apos;s MY white light?'/><author><name>SSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523948227005943767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXHWMYHO-TM/S2Q2J7w9WiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Q6jtCypiqa4/s72-c/_DSC8999_halfcolumn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-5935432522330812131</id><published>2010-01-15T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T15:59:03.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if . . . ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vj4FSghliks/S1EBORG5eVI/AAAAAAAAABU/ca2trXpsT5E/s1600-h/audio_visual_equipment_rental_ny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427120370580289874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vj4FSghliks/S1EBORG5eVI/AAAAAAAAABU/ca2trXpsT5E/s320/audio_visual_equipment_rental_ny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The question that almost everyone asks themselves is, “What if things had turned out different for me?” What if I couldn’t play any instruments? What if I couldn’t teach choir? What would I be doing? Obviously, the answer will be different for just about everybody, but I’m going to explore what I would be doing if I was not involved in music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s natural to assume that I would just focus on preaching since that is another ministry God has given me. But the truth is that I received the calling to preach while following the path my musical calling had me on. So, imagining that I would not have received the calling to preach, I would have to say that I would probably try video/visual ministry things. I know that covers a lot of things, but I’ll break it down for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now as a music minister, I’m always concerned with whether or not the words on the video screen are correct and that they are displayed on time. Working in this ministry challenges one to think and be considerate of others. And I like knowing that I did something at the end of the day that helped somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like the freedom of creativity that comes with working in the visual ministry. One gets select background slides, fonts, and other things that people see on the video screen. So, not only do you get to help people, you get to do it in YOUR style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like the idea of working the video camera, getting the right angles at the right times. This is great because you get to be a part of making something that lasts forever. When things are videoed, one tends to want his work to look good because it’s not going to just disappear one day.&lt;br /&gt;Now after I’ve said all that, you may wonder, “Why don’t you get into that ministry?” Well, I am involved in that ministry, just not as in depth as some of the things I spoke about. This involvement comes naturally with being the music minister. So, I’m happy. I get to be involved in the visual media ministry while following my calling to others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-5935432522330812131?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/5935432522330812131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/5935432522330812131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/5935432522330812131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-if.html' title='What if . . . ?'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282036942258327029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vj4FSghliks/SmDrQHPPd6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RHu0ucZWAks/S220/TJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vj4FSghliks/S1EBORG5eVI/AAAAAAAAABU/ca2trXpsT5E/s72-c/audio_visual_equipment_rental_ny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-5106893836124138289</id><published>2010-01-08T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T14:17:54.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I grow up I want to be......</title><content type='html'>One of my college professors told me that a person should only pursue a music degree if there was nothing else they could do.  In other words, if that is the only apparent talent, if there are absolutely no other interests, then that avenue would be wise.  I've often pondered that as I've walked this rough road of the music profession.  Now, many people look at me like I have a monkey on my head when I say that, as they proclaim, "I'm so jealous of you - you get to set around and do music, listen to music, write music and get paid for it!"  Oh if that were only true.  Forget all the lonely, painful hours of practicing that often never lead to the conclusion you or your professor want.  Forget the nervous breakdowns before concerts.....forget all that.  It's all rosey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what about music makes it a difficult profession?  Well, for starters, It's feast or famine.  Unfortunately, it's been famine for me.  I have friends I went to school with who play for the St. Louis Symphony Orchestra and make three times - literally three times - as much money as I make.  I've searched for a happy medium (although the "three-times" amount would be fine) but have never found it.  It's a lot of part-time work - very little opportunity for full-time employment in music.  Now, granted, I've been blessed to have a full-time music teaching position at Gateway College of Evangelism for the past 14 years (wow - has it been THAT long?).  As anyone would guess, music MINISTRY gets treated much like any other ministry when it comes to pay.  But I chose this route, right?  I take full responsibility for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other difficulty, among many, that I"ll point out is dealing with all those lovely egos.  I just can't seem to acquire enought sense to stop pursing a doctoral program, which is suprising considering the results I've often had.  It's dog-eat-dog, at least in my experience.  Sometimes I wonder if some of those schools even WANT students!  And the critiques are so very personal.  I've experienced my deepest hurts during interviews with music professors - THAT I can say with certainty.  But I m ust also say that some of the most humble, broken people I know are musicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what would I do if I weren't a music educator?  Hmmm....so many dreams.  I always wanted to be a chiropractor - almost went to school for that.  If I weren't so "old" I'd probably try it even now - that and the fact that I have to do math - a "four-letter-word" in my book.  That aside, I would like to be involved in history at some level.  I heard of a guy who archives American music for foreign countries - a job he has through the State Department.  That would be neat.  History and music.  I'd like to do tours for famous landmarks, like Monticello or Mt Vernon.  Or, I'd like to be involved in WWII history somehow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here I am - setting here in my office at Gateway typing this blog surrounded by music.  I love it and appreciate it the joy it has afforded me, no doubt.  But sometimes I just want to throw all my scores out the window and sell the piano and walk away.  For now, I'll stay on this roller coaster and see where it leads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading- "Where is God When It Hurts" by Philip Yancey (favorite author) and "Mourning Into Dancing" by Henri Nouwen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-5106893836124138289?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/5106893836124138289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-i-grow-up-i-want-to-be.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/5106893836124138289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/5106893836124138289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-i-grow-up-i-want-to-be.html' title='When I grow up I want to be......'/><author><name>aahrens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05568242934510839426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqbC6nFnXbQ/SKnSO4cn7vI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XNPBerWlra8/S220/1071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-40341120869770075</id><published>2009-12-25T08:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T08:54:26.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Cheer, Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/SzTuQDpDf0I/AAAAAAAAAMs/yXZjQOpokfs/s1600-h/IMG_2741%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_2741" border="0" alt="IMG_2741" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/SzTuQmR9sbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/SVD9zjMEh30/IMG_2741_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And now, the conclusion of Everett’s Top 10&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;5. I’ll be home for Christmas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In a time when so many servicemen and women are not able to celebrate Christmas with their loved ones, I feel it’s necessary to include this one on my list. It really speaks volumes about how cherished family time is, especially at this time of year. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;4. Silent Night / First Noel&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I know, I know. I cheated last time, and I’m cheating this time, including two songs under one line item. These are both such classics in terms of words and melody that I can’t bear to exclude one or the other. Of course, the first half of my list included mostly modern songs. With this pair of songs I am headed back a century. Both of these date back to the mid nineteenth century. While Stille Nacht has a composer that we know (Gruber), the First Noel has a more indeterminate history. We don’t really know who wrote the music, although we can trace it back to some songbooks from Great Britain in the 19th century. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;3. Messiah&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For those of you well acquainted with Handel’s Messiah, you will not question its inclusion here. If you don’t know it well or have never sung it, it is well worth it. It’s been reported that a number of poets have learned Italian simply to be able to read Dante’s Divine Comedy. I would say that a musical analogy, at least to sacred vocal music, would be that it would be worth learning to read music if only to be able to sing Handel’s Messiah. There are so many scriptures that I have memorized simply because I have sung the Messiah so many times. And while I’ve sung the Hallelujah chorus too many times for it to hold much of a special musical draw for me, there are so many other great arias and choruses… Thou wilt not leave his soul in hell, I know that my Redeemer liveth, Surely He hath borne our griefs and carried our sorrows… And many, many more!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2. O Holy Night&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Originally set to a French poem (Placide Cappeau) by the composer of French operas, Adolphe Adam, this is one of the most vocally rewarding of Christmas carols to sing. Maybe the fact that an opera composer wrote it has something to do with that. I mean, really, when it comes down to it, it’s an opera aria. So for those of you who say you don’t like opera, if you like this song, then you might want to give opera a chance. A special note regarding the lyrics: our well known English version differs significantly from the French in numerous respects. But just to iterate one of the key differences, instead of “O Night, Divine, O Holy Night” at the end, the French translates to “Christmas, Christmas, here is the Redeemer,” a much more fitting emphasis, to my understanding.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1. And finally, my favorite Christmas carol is . . . drum roll please . . . &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2m7-s8x2WBQ" target="_blank"&gt;Adventi ének&lt;/a&gt;. I mentioned this in a Notes post back in 2007. And while I’m sure you don’t recognize it from this title. My favorite arrangement of this song is by the Hungarian composer Zoltán Kodály. And you can view it &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2m7-s8x2WBQ" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, courtesy of YouTube. The tune dates back hundreds of years and has a storied past. Please click on one of the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2m7-s8x2WBQ" target="_blank"&gt;links&lt;/a&gt; and give it a listen, if you are interested in finding out my favorite Christmas carol of all time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-40341120869770075?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/40341120869770075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-cheer-part-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/40341120869770075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/40341120869770075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-cheer-part-2.html' title='Holiday Cheer, Part 2'/><author><name>everettg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11122780004008509514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G46kALgcEt8/SYs_O_9j20I/AAAAAAAAADA/KEla94wn6ds/S220/EG_TG_NC.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/SzTuQmR9sbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/SVD9zjMEh30/s72-c/IMG_2741_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-222576398783252271</id><published>2009-12-18T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T14:36:38.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Music Ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vj4FSghliks/SywDxxogdaI/AAAAAAAAABM/y8-LR4cISRs/s1600-h/pile-of-cds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416708605491574178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vj4FSghliks/SywDxxogdaI/AAAAAAAAABM/y8-LR4cISRs/s320/pile-of-cds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it’s Christmas time! Everybody’s at the mall. Those of us that have snow to play in are playing in it (or dreading shoveling it). This is the time of year when everybody’s happy all the time (except while driving). But what marks this season more than anything else for me is when the Christmas music begins to be played everywhere; in the mall, on the radio, in CD players all over the world and in churches all over the world. There is no doubt what season this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I would like to simply mention a couple CDs and songs that I like and maybe you guys could mention some to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first song I’d like to mention is “Happy Xmas” by John Lennon. Yes, I used the term Xmas and yes, I said John Lennon. I’m not saying I’m a John Lennon fan, but there’s just something about this particular song that causes me to put that baby on repeat. Maybe it’s the children from the Harlem Community Choir that give the song its appeal. Perhaps it’s the lyrics that promote peace on earth. After all, who wants to think about war, fighting and killing while we celebrate the birth of Christ? As for the Xmas part; “X” is simply an abbreviation for the word Christ in Greek, people have been using it for over 1,000 years and Christ is still in Christmas people. Besides, with this economy Christ may be the only thing some of us will be receiving this holiday season, and I say that sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, everybody likes the Trans Siberian Orchestra’s “Christmas Eve/Sarajevo 12/24.” That’s a great twist on a seasonal song. It’s not exactly what one has in mind when you think of “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen” and “Carol of the Bells.” I love this song and I’m not one that gets into a lot of heavy guitar stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An album that I think is great is Emmanuel by Norman Hutchins that features several other artists. We are actually using 2 of the songs for our Christmas service this year. They put a twist on quite a few traditional Christmas songs that could help you have a “churchy” Christmas if you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, an album that is not so new, but I enjoy listening to even now is Israel Houghton’s A Timeless Christmas. This upbeat Christmas CD keeps me bobbing my head in the car, in the music room at the church, and even right now while I’m typing this. And if that doesn’t sound like a testimonial on a commercial, I don’t know what does. They should be paying me for this free advertisement. Ha ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and God Bless!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Don’t forget to show your families how much you love and appreciate them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-222576398783252271?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/222576398783252271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-music-ramblings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/222576398783252271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/222576398783252271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-music-ramblings.html' title='Christmas Music Ramblings'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282036942258327029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vj4FSghliks/SmDrQHPPd6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RHu0ucZWAks/S220/TJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vj4FSghliks/SywDxxogdaI/AAAAAAAAABM/y8-LR4cISRs/s72-c/pile-of-cds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-2237894816760465406</id><published>2009-12-04T21:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:43:42.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Cheer, Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/SxnzCweQ5UI/AAAAAAAAAMg/hGKWjqGjnPk/s1600-h/Hangin%20with%20the%20bos%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Hangin with the bos" border="0" alt="Hangin with the bos" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/SxnzDeeazAI/AAAAAAAAAMk/c3vazQyhAVo/Hangin%20with%20the%20bos_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I think I’ve mentioned I’m not much one for Christmas carols. But then again, who doesn’t love a bit of Schadenfreude. Few things make me happier than playing Christmas carols on my iPod before Thanksgiving in the presence of someone who likes Christmas carols less than I do. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So, from a guy who doesn’t care all that much for Christmas carols, here is the first half of my “Top 10 Favorite Christmas Music.” I hope to publish an ad hoc post before 12/25 for the other half of the list.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;10. Let It Snow / Winter Wonderland / White Christmas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Okay. I guess this is cheating just a little bit. I named three carols here instead of picking just one because they all revolve around the same kind of thing: snow and cold. Snow, mostly, I guess. White Christmas is justly famous. Its inherent lyric romanticism can’t be beat. The resounding and buoyant joy of the other two always gets my toes a’ tappin’. And I love to bring a little Schadenfreude by singing them randomly to people who like snow less than I do. Especially when it’s snowing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;9. Nutcracker&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For this first half of my list, the only thing composed before 1900 is this piece by Peter Tchaikovsky. It’s really a brilliant composition. What’s not to love about the music of the Nutcracker ballet? I like the ballet, too, of course, but it’s the music that I encounter year after year and I do not seem to easily tire of.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;8. Linus &amp;amp; Lucy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Please don’t be irritated with me for having such irreligious compositions in my list. I just love this tune. There’s nothing Christmas about it. It was popularized in A Charlie Brown Christmas, but then again, it’s more of a Charlie Brown song than anything.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;7. Christmas Song&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Chestnuts roasting o’er an open fire.” It doesn’t get much more Christmas-y than that! Well. Maybe except for the following tune. Then again, I am not talking about traditional carols here. All of the tunes in this first half of my top 10 don’t really have much to do with Christmas, per se. Christmas isn’t about the music, or the presents, or the decorations. It isn’t about the food, getting the house ready for guests or even the precious moments of family time that we are privileged to share. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;6. Sleigh Ride&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have to confess, I did not grow up with this song. It’s one that came into my life around the same time as my wife. She is a big fan of this style of old-time Christmas song done in an era gone by (think: Johnny Mathis). It did not take long to sway me. I am convinced, the Johnny Mathis version of this song is simply the best.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For those of you who may be wondering, in the second half of my list, in addition to the much older median age of the musical composition, there is a much greater spiritual emphasis in the lyrics.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-2237894816760465406?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/2237894816760465406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-cheer-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/2237894816760465406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/2237894816760465406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-cheer-part-1.html' title='Holiday Cheer, Part 1'/><author><name>everettg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11122780004008509514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G46kALgcEt8/SYs_O_9j20I/AAAAAAAAADA/KEla94wn6ds/S220/EG_TG_NC.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/SxnzDeeazAI/AAAAAAAAAMk/c3vazQyhAVo/s72-c/Hangin%20with%20the%20bos_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-6983372907649783922</id><published>2009-11-19T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T20:18:02.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change: Not Always a Good Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vj4FSghliks/SwYYVAz5N4I/AAAAAAAAABA/gCUGsD1fSN4/s1600/singing-kid1s.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406035151978837890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vj4FSghliks/SwYYVAz5N4I/AAAAAAAAABA/gCUGsD1fSN4/s320/singing-kid1s.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was at a loss of things to write about, so I began recalling some musically relevant things I’ve experienced. The only thing I can think of right now is the various age limits we place on involvement in our music departments. Some time ago, I was faced with the dilemma of not having enough “solid” singers on the praise team. I knew that I had some children that were 11 and 12 that were able to sing and even harmonize as well as any adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think I did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, with my pastor’s permission, I removed the age requirement (15 years old) for being on the praise team. This requirement was in place long before my arrival, but no one seemed to have a problem with the fresh new faces on the praise team. Of course I was totally fair about this and allowed anyone who was interested in singing to audition. Some did not make the cut and only a few did. The result was the same as with adults; there were hints of jealousy and resentment from several that did not make the cut, but we were able to talk through everything and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About six months into everything, a visiting elder asked if there was no children’s choir. The pastor said there was. The elder asked why there were children singing on the praise team if they had a choir to sing in. The pastor explained the need for skilled singers and the elder responded by saying this decision may not send the right kind of message. The pastor and I took these thoughts into careful consideration. But we continued with the younger singers on the praise team. A few months later, an issue came up that brought attention to the fact that certain people were under the age of 15 and this led to the reinstatement of the 15 year old age requirement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part about the whole situation was telling the children they could not be on the praise team. But the children seemed to have no problem with that as they were beginning to feel the pressure of being depended upon like an adult. These children were on time for rehearsals, behaved in practice, and held their own while singing with their parents and other adults. It’s a shame, but I had less disciplinary problems from them than some of the twenty-somethings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the children’s parents were the ones who had the biggest bone to pick with me. And I could understand the anger; we gave their children something and took it away. But with the pastor’s support, we were able to put that fire out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I learned that maybe it isn’t the best thing to use children until they are a certain age. The level of responsibility placed on someone on a praise team can be taxing to young children. There are even times when practices become uncomfortable because you can’t teach young children the same as adults. You just have to work with what you have. We should be very careful that we try not to change things on impulse as we might find out later, the need probably wasn’t as urgent as it seemed. You have to consider ALL the people affected by your decisions. If we were not so fortunate in this situation, we could have lost people in that local assembly over someone singing 2 times a month. All I have left to say is be careful out there people. PLEASE be careful.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-6983372907649783922?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/6983372907649783922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/11/change-not-always-good-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/6983372907649783922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/6983372907649783922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/11/change-not-always-good-thing.html' title='Change: Not Always a Good Thing'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282036942258327029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vj4FSghliks/SmDrQHPPd6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RHu0ucZWAks/S220/TJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vj4FSghliks/SwYYVAz5N4I/AAAAAAAAABA/gCUGsD1fSN4/s72-c/singing-kid1s.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-584877215547294320</id><published>2009-11-12T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T12:18:32.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacred vs. Secular</title><content type='html'>This is Shyla Salmon posting for Ann Ahrens who apparently has "nothing to say" today.  Of course I don't believe her claim, but I'm here nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;She instructed me to write something, anything about music. So, that's what i'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have been becoming increasingly aware of the subconscious tendency I have to categorize music under two categories: Christian and Non-Christian.  I have also become aware of how faulty this is. &lt;br /&gt;Has the song itself been converted to Christianity? When did any four piece minute of music decide to follow Christ and begin to manifest the fruits of the spirit? &lt;br /&gt;I know there are times when i'm strolling down the grocery store aisle and hear a song that has words like "God", or "hallelujah" and immediately proclaim with joy: "This song MUST be Christian".  As if, on an imaginary scoreboard I am tallying "1 for the Christians, 0 for Non-christians"&lt;br /&gt;But isn't music God's?  Isn't He the ultimate reference point for all things?  Don't get me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Of course there is music that is filled with vulgarity and references to things that do not bring God glory.  With every gift there are boundaries, everything can be perverted-But that is the true test: Does it glorify the God of the universe, or does it defame Him?&lt;br /&gt;The questions we should be asking ourselves should be more like: Does what I am listening to draw me to Christ?  Does it stir up a deep awe and reverence of Him in my soul?  &lt;br /&gt;Of course, what stirs my affections for Jesus, may actually rob yours. &lt;br /&gt;For example, Beyonce's new hit single "Smash Into You" and Coldplay's "Fix You" are both songs that cause me to weep in remembrance of my experiences with the Lord, even though the writers of these songs may have not penned it about Jesus.  And recently, at a Mutemath concert during their song "Obsession" I was moved to worship (I worshipped Jesus, not the strikingly talented, goodlooking lead singer).  I understand that not every Christian worships the Lord to Beyonce, but you get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I believe it is important for us to rid ourselves of automatic stereotyping that may or may not be subconscious.  I wonder if we were more concerned about encouraging the glorification of God through music, than condemning it to Hell, maybe through unexpected avenues we would see Jesus more clearly and love Him more dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm listening to: Brand New's newest album Daisy, and Switchfoot's Hello Hurricane&lt;br /&gt;What I'm reading: Turning Points by Mark Noll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Shyla Salmon, signing off&lt;br /&gt;Stop by my blog &lt;a href="http://www.shylasal.wordpress.com/"&gt;www.shylasal.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt; if you get the chance :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-584877215547294320?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/584877215547294320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/11/sacred-vs-secular.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/584877215547294320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/584877215547294320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/11/sacred-vs-secular.html' title='Sacred vs. Secular'/><author><name>aahrens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05568242934510839426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqbC6nFnXbQ/SKnSO4cn7vI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XNPBerWlra8/S220/1071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-4598178671908137874</id><published>2009-11-05T14:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T14:34:57.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make a joyful noise</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/SvNTD6trJ4I/AAAAAAAAAMA/JoQcW22IOzA/s1600-h/IMG00004-20091030-1528%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG00004-20091030-1528" border="0" alt="IMG00004-20091030-1528" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/SvNTEORGdLI/AAAAAAAAAME/zJsKOKLdkHI/IMG00004-20091030-1528_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“You did what? You didn’t. You didn’t seriously kick him out of the choir, did you?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“No way. Get out! I can’t believe you did that. What did you say? What did he say?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“No… You didn’t say that, really. Tell me you didn’t just say that there was no way that he was ever going to be able to carry a tune.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;. . . &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I really have a hard time with this one. On the one hand I do not feel that there is EVER an excuse to disallow someone from singing unto the LORD. I don’t think God is pleased when we hold our music to such a standard where it is not something where anyone can participate. I don’t just mean congregational singing. I mean in the spotlight. On the stage. In front of God and every one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“But Everett, you can’t mean to tell me that you’re going to let someone who is extremely tonally challenged sing a special!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Um… well… I think I would. It would be painful to me. It would probably be painful to a number of other people. But I would test the spirit. I wouldn’t let the lack of musicality diminish the person’s heartfelt song unto the LORD. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Perhaps God is more pleased with the sincere special sung by the tonally challenged than some of my efforts, which, although perhaps containing more talent, contains less sincerity. I will admit with a high degree of shame that I have gotten up to sing a special with little or no preparation, and with little or no anointing. And that I have witnessed some with much less musicality offer much more sincere worship unto the LORD.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I do think we should be prepared. And we absolutely need the LORD’s anointing. And we need to practice. We need to make a sound that is not only joyful, but also pleasing to the ear, ours, the congregations’ and the LORD’s. But face it. You will always have the tonally challenged among you. Let them sing in the masse choir. You don’t have to let them sing in your “audition-only ensemble.” You don’t have to let them sing a special. At least, not more than once. However, if their worship outshines that of any of the more practiced among you, let it be a lesson in humility for those with the trained ear. Let it be a lesson in God’s grace that any one of us can lift up our voice in song. After all. It is His hand that created each one of us. Let us glory in the off key singing. Let us revel in the simple fact that we are His creation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-4598178671908137874?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/4598178671908137874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/11/make-joyful-noise.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/4598178671908137874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/4598178671908137874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/11/make-joyful-noise.html' title='Make a joyful noise'/><author><name>everettg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11122780004008509514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G46kALgcEt8/SYs_O_9j20I/AAAAAAAAADA/KEla94wn6ds/S220/EG_TG_NC.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/SvNTEORGdLI/AAAAAAAAAME/zJsKOKLdkHI/s72-c/IMG00004-20091030-1528_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-6460224660898896228</id><published>2009-10-30T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T04:24:28.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Me Some Breathing Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXHWMYHO-TM/SurM3eALfiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sh0dMy1282o/s1600-h/ipod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXHWMYHO-TM/SurM3eALfiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sh0dMy1282o/s400/ipod.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398352356675649058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My heart is steadfast, O God; I will sing and make music with all my soul.” Psalm 108:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College story. It was a long ensemble trip. A crowded van. A lot of bodies in a little space. One guy got tired of being crammed against so many other people and needed an escape. His way of dealing was to pull out his headphones and visit what he called his “bigger, free environment.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use that trick on a daily basis. In our floundering economy, I consider myself blessed to have a steady government job with lots of benefits and paid holidays. But that doesn’t make the eight hours pass any quicker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my small, windowless office, I sometimes feel like my soul is suffocating. It needs to sing. So I grab my iPod, a stack of papers, and head to the filing room. While I sort away the alphabetized records, I sing along, shuffle my feet, and let my soul breathe for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music has that magical ability to transport us out of our claustrophobic lives into a bigger, free environment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we let it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it takes a conscious choice to hear the melody over the ringing cell phones, or crying babies. You don’t even need an iPod. Just flip that switch in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not join me today? Whether you work from home or the office, you can still take the time to make some music. On the outside, we may be sitting sedately in our desk chairs, typing away at our keyboards. But, on the inside, our souls are singing. Together we’ll form a silent choir of praise, spreading across state lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it’s time for me to go to work. Chances are I’ll head for the file room with my iPod at some point today. I may even dance around a little. Oh man, I hope my boss isn’t reading this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-6460224660898896228?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/6460224660898896228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/10/give-me-some-breathing-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/6460224660898896228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/6460224660898896228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/10/give-me-some-breathing-room.html' title='Give Me Some Breathing Room'/><author><name>SSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523948227005943767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXHWMYHO-TM/SurM3eALfiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sh0dMy1282o/s72-c/ipod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-2713983099981609203</id><published>2009-10-25T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:38:10.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing skillfully... and other loud noises</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jlVRk9q1ws/SuVDoRwSaeI/AAAAAAAAABo/mPA_vwYbsAU/s1600-h/williampic_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jlVRk9q1ws/SuVDoRwSaeI/AAAAAAAAABo/mPA_vwYbsAU/s200/williampic_c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396794087713171938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for TJ's post because it gives me something to rant, I mean talk about. Regarding the unskilled person involved in music ministry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I want to say that consecration should be a prerequisite for ministry of any kind. The anointing is not something we should spend a lot of time hammering into leadership, if we do then we have some serious issues that obviously take precedent over any talent and ability problems. My opinion on this matter assumes that those involved are leadership material, and do not need to be instructed on how to live a consecrated life that is Spirit-led.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is a skill building art, it requires time, discipline, and much practice. I wonder if the popularity of three chord worship songs is connected in any way to the rampant laziness and lack of discipline we deal with among musicians and singers? If you state that you desire to minister before the Lord in music and what you offer is out of tune, sloppy, or distracting to the congregation trying to pursue the presence of God, do you think He is just pleased that your desire is sincere? I am tired of apologizing to someone because the assume they can bring a half-hearted offering into the sanctuary and we should accept it because they are sincere. There are too many ministries who need help for you to be wasting all this time pursuing what is most likely an ego driven dream rather than a call from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1 Chronicles we read about the "skillful" Levites who were set apart for the ministry of music i tabernacle. Chenaniah was instructor in charge of music "because he was skillful." (1 Chron. 15:22) 1 Corinthians 14: 6 compares instruction with no truth or focus to musical instruments played out of tune. We certainly expect the ministers preaching the Word to walk to the platform prepared and Spirit-led. We should expect no less from the musicians and singers who are expected to lead us in praise and worship. Simply put, if you want to be involved in music ministry, you must be musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sounds great in theory, but how do you deal with it in your local church? To be honest, I have only ever told one person that they were not cut out for music ministry, and it was someone who I believe was truly tone deaf. Otherwise, if you can carry a tune, stay on pitch for most of the song, and engage in demonstrative worship I will stick you on the platform even if I turn your microphone down. Isn't that hypocritical? Maybe, but I expect you to show up and know the words, stay on your part, and sing like you are standing right before the throne of God. I have found that there are plenty who disagree with my philosophy on music ministry, but we don't have anyone singing off key on our platform either. I still have musicians and singers who show up ill prepared for service, but I'd like to think the shame-facedness is for the Lord and not the tyrant behind the keyboard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-2713983099981609203?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/2713983099981609203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/10/playing-skillfully-and-other-loud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/2713983099981609203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/2713983099981609203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/10/playing-skillfully-and-other-loud.html' title='Playing skillfully... and other loud noises'/><author><name>RJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jlVRk9q1ws/SuVDoRwSaeI/AAAAAAAAABo/mPA_vwYbsAU/s72-c/williampic_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-1891518990715920155</id><published>2009-10-16T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T13:25:41.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick me, pick me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.greenbeltfarmersmarket.org/images/stories/raised_hands.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.greenbeltfarmersmarket.org/images/stories/raised_hands.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does anybody remember being a kid and playing basketball or football with your friends and relatives? Do you remember the one kid, or several kids, that nobody wanted on their team - the one that was always saying, “Pick me, pick me!”? Well, it seems to me that scenario never goes away; it only manifests itself in new areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt that many kids’ feelings have been hurt over always being the last one chosen for the team. And on top of that, their team is not very excited about them being on the team. It causes one to wonder why these people perform so poorly when they play. It’s almost as if they fail because that’s what everyone expects of them. You would think that someone would try his/her best to prove that he/she should have been the first person chosen. Some people do this, and despite all their efforts, despite the fact that they did their absolute best, they were still no good at the game. There’s nothing wrong with that, it just may be that they were not meant to excel in or sometimes even be a part of that game. That doesn’t mean they’re not good at anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, instead of they football field or the basketball court, I see this scenario in the music departments of churches. There are sometimes people that have a greater desire than anyone else in the music department to be used. In some cases, these people are not the most talented or musically inclined people in the church. They will always be at practice on time and always volunteer to sing or play anything you start teaching. Sometimes we give them a chance and sometimes they change our minds about their ability. Sometimes, our original opinion is only reinforced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does a music minister/director handle something like this? Do you let someone that you know is tone deaf sing in the choir? Sure, that may be alright if you have a large choir and the tone deafness can be covered up. But what if your choir consists of 10 to 12 people? No matter what size a church is, there is pressure to use people or lose them. This presents an issue, because you may have a pastor telling a music director to use this person. And the music director is thinking if I use this person, it make us all look bad. I don’t know, maybe I’m the only music director that has had these kinds of issues. It is very time consuming to learn and teach parts to singers and even more when you’re trying educate your music department on how music works. To some it may be discouraging to have to use someone that appears to have no talent or skill whatsoever. It may even cause you to feel like all the work you’ve done is for naught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we are at the part where I’m supposed to offer some sort of remedy to this ultimately uncomfortable situation. Well I hate to say, but I have no remedy. I wrote this because I would like to know what others’ opinions are in this matter. So, please let me know what you think, or what you’ve done in this kind of situation.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-1891518990715920155?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/1891518990715920155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/10/pick-me-pick-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/1891518990715920155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/1891518990715920155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/10/pick-me-pick-me.html' title='Pick me, pick me!'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282036942258327029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vj4FSghliks/SmDrQHPPd6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RHu0ucZWAks/S220/TJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-4654647574165211759</id><published>2009-10-13T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T18:51:43.666-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris Tomlin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Israel'/><title type='text'>Living in a Golden Age</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufQXJ8QPxQQ/StUuPVIH95I/AAAAAAAAAp0/toaTsF96u5c/s1600-h/Kent+headshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufQXJ8QPxQQ/StUuPVIH95I/AAAAAAAAAp0/toaTsF96u5c/s400/Kent+headshot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392266969750173586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I’m carpet bagging here—a writing guy commenting on music to music people—but give me a couple paragraphs before you start snickering at my ignorance. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Golden Age&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We seem to be enjoying a Golden Age of Songwriting. From Chris Tomlin and Israel Houghton to MercyMe’s Bart Millard and Casting Crown’s Mark Hall to the Hillsong movement to your personal favorite (Derek Webb? Kirk &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Franklin&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;? Matt Redman?), it seems like quality lyrics are clogging Christian radio today. It’s a great time—is it the greatest time ever?—to be listening to quality, searching, even challenging lyrics in most major genres. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Most reflect a true communion with God. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s a great time in Christian songwriting. We should recognize it as such.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Tin Age&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We seem to be enjoying a Tin Age of Christian music. From Chris Tomlin and Israel Houghton to MercyMe’s Bart Millard and Casting Crown’s Mark Hall to the Hillsong movement, it seems like mediocre music is clogging Christian radio today. It’s an awful time—certainly not the worst ever, but . . .—to be challenged and surprised by anything produced by our major artists.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In music it’s a “sound,” in writing it’s a “style.” Maybe I’m too much of a book guy, but I don’t hear that in Christian music today.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Case in point: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Israel&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;’s latest (and first studio) CD features pop, gospel, rock, and reggae in it. In fact, it’s got everything but a signature style. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cases in point: &lt;/span&gt;MercyMe and Casting Crowns play almost nothing memorable. You recognize them by their lead vocalist, not their uninspired music.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Stellar artists/performers—and I’d put Israel &amp;amp; Chris Tomlin in or near that range—must couple their spectacular lyrics while exhibiting a stellar style that is uniquely them to be considered one of the Hall of Famers. It’s not about popularity, it’s about electrifying history.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Need a couple examples? Think: The Beatles. Think the Edge’s soaring guitar in U2.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Every song is different. Every song is theirs alone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Legitimate Reasons?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Are there different standards for Christian music? Does a “sound” matter in the eyes of history?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do the genres of church music (P&amp;amp;W, Gospel, Southern Gospel) nullify true signatures that the general listener would instantly recognize? Or do Christian listeners only expect genre satisfaction, punishing the truly talented who exemplify both?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t have any answers, just many questions.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Still, it’s ironic that there’s such a yawning dichotomy between the lyrics and music of most Christian music right now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m done. Feel free to argue with me. Put the book guy in his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-4654647574165211759?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/4654647574165211759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/10/living-in-golden-age.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/4654647574165211759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/4654647574165211759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/10/living-in-golden-age.html' title='Living in a Golden Age'/><author><name>kdc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01452854081833242877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufQXJ8QPxQQ/StUuPVIH95I/AAAAAAAAAp0/toaTsF96u5c/s72-c/Kent+headshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-4023776765297301189</id><published>2009-10-01T17:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T17:44:13.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hagah</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/SsVM2sbA35I/AAAAAAAAAL4/beu4Ut-KdDU/s1600-h/hagah%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="hagah" border="0" alt="hagah" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/SsVM3C8m1_I/AAAAAAAAAL8/UKG45stCfMc/hagah_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="195" height="114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What would you like to hear more of in church? What would you like to hear less of? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In the latest edition of the Forward (the UPCI magazine with a more ministerial audience) there's an article by Robert Trapani that chastises contemporary Christian music for over-eroticizing our relationship with God. I must concur wholeheartedly with the sentiment expressed by the author. We have too many songs that do not strike the right tone of worship. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Why can't we have more songs that are straight out of the Psalms verbatim? I don't care if it's KJV, NIV, or even a scholarly translation or paraphrase. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;More scripture, please. It doesn’t have to be in Hebrew.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have been reading a translation of the Psalms by Robert Alter. Really great stuff. &amp;quot;In his law doth he meditate day and night&amp;quot; goes the verse in Psalm 1. Alter translates it &amp;quot;murmur.&amp;quot; I don't know Hebrew. I wish I did. I have been trying to pick some bits and pieces here and there, but it hasn't been with any regularity nor have I a method. But I greatly enjoy finding a new way of looking at the scripture within the mode of contextual application. I especially have enjoyed Alter's new outlook. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The NKJV and NIV do well to versify the Psalms into more or less the poetry that it is, but Alter gives it a sense of rhythm. A more true sense of the poetic thrust. I have long been craving such a translation of the Psalms. I am still looking for a better translation. It seems I’m always looking for a better translation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-4023776765297301189?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/4023776765297301189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/10/hagah.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/4023776765297301189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/4023776765297301189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/10/hagah.html' title='Hagah'/><author><name>everettg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11122780004008509514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G46kALgcEt8/SYs_O_9j20I/AAAAAAAAADA/KEla94wn6ds/S220/EG_TG_NC.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/SsVM3C8m1_I/AAAAAAAAAL8/UKG45stCfMc/s72-c/hagah_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-582644261662847303</id><published>2009-09-28T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T09:22:41.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music as Preacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jlVRk9q1ws/SsDiwT2z5JI/AAAAAAAAABg/Ni5RHPYA6NQ/s1600-h/bible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 177px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jlVRk9q1ws/SsDiwT2z5JI/AAAAAAAAABg/Ni5RHPYA6NQ/s200/bible.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386554473926878354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once heard in a systematic theology class that music was instrumental in spreading the doctrine of Arianism around the early church world. The idea that music can spread a message more quickly is not a novel concept by any means, but a lack of dialogue regarding the issue has created some extremist views both to the right and left regarding music and the power it wields within church culture. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I often find myself rolling my eyes and defending the idea that specific genres of music are not demonic in origin, and that nit picking would very likely lead us to the conclusion that some of our "old fashioned" songs were born from music that was socially rebellious once upon a time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of late, I have been more concerned with the acceptance of the status quo among musicians and artists within the church. I feel that we are spending more time making congregations comfortable and at ease with regards to the music rather than singing the messages that are being preached from the pulpit. Mavis Staples once stated that her father changed their family's repertoire that they took on the road after hearing Dr. Martin Luther King. She credits her father with saying, "If he can preach it, we can sing it." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are times and seasons for everything, and I am well aware that we have a responsibility to minister with song to communicate peace and healing to hurting people. We also have a responsibility to take the convicting message, whatever the subject, and remind the congregation that the Word doesn't change or go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does anyone else feel like there is a need for a more "activist" approach to our music on occasion in order to reflect the values and principles that are being preached to us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-582644261662847303?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/582644261662847303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/09/music-as-preacher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/582644261662847303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/582644261662847303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/09/music-as-preacher.html' title='Music as Preacher'/><author><name>RJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jlVRk9q1ws/SsDiwT2z5JI/AAAAAAAAABg/Ni5RHPYA6NQ/s72-c/bible.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-4068792136223815382</id><published>2009-09-18T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T15:04:28.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Style is better than Yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vj4FSghliks/SrP_4Ofbd9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/dBXCcnCWMS8/s1600-h/kanye-west-and-taylor-swift-pic-getty-image-1-364547169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382927321065551826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vj4FSghliks/SrP_4Ofbd9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/dBXCcnCWMS8/s320/kanye-west-and-taylor-swift-pic-getty-image-1-364547169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that this is a Christian blog, but I feel like this will help us understand some things. As some of you may have heard, the MTV Video Music Awards took place this past Sunday. People are given awards and they are allowed to make acceptance speeches afterward. I didn’t know about the Awards until later when I went home and logged onto Facebook. It was then that I saw a young woman’s status that talked about how she dislikes Kanye West. I became curious. So like anyone else that wants the latest information from the entertainment world, I checked it out on YouTube. I found a plethora of things like, the actual video, people’s videos about the video, remixes of the video, and even comments from POTUS about what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Kanye was a little disturbed that Taylor Swift received the best female video. Kanye proceeded to interrupt Taylor’s speech and tell everyone that Beyonce’s video was one of the best videos of all time. This was before Beyonce received the award for video of the year. Beyonce was in shock. The crowd was in shock. I was in shock and yes, you were/are in shock. That is just SO distasteful. Who does something like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might ask what this has to do with “Notes.” I must tell you that Kanye’s behavior reminded me of some of our own behavior when it comes to different styles of music. Too often we have heard someone or even ourselves criticize someone’s singing or playing and justify it by accusing it of not being godly. No, we don’t get up in the middle of someone singing certain contemporary songs and exclaim that another style is so much closer to Heaven. But there are the occasions when these exclamations come across the pulpit and people can sometimes feel like sinners because a certain sound is more pleasing to their ear. When does the madness stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are more Kanyes than this kind. There is a type of Kanye that would criticize another for not liking these contemporary songs. There are those that would tell people they have to sing a certain style to attract people to their church. In the words of an old pastor of mine – Hogwash! Jesus said if we lift Him up, He’d draw all men to Himself. It doesn’t matter what style of music you sing at your church. All you need to be concerned with is whether you are lifting up Jesus Christ. If you lift Him highest with country praise, break out your steel guitar baby! If you lift Him highest with contemporary Christian, plug in the acoustic! If you lift Him highest with black gospel, PLEASE fire up that Hammond B-3/C-3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What everybody needs to understand is that it’s not Kanye that’s choosing the winners. It’s not anybody on this earth that’s receiving our praise but Jesus Christ, let Him decide what’s acceptable. God Bless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-4068792136223815382?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/4068792136223815382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-style-is-better-than-yours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/4068792136223815382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/4068792136223815382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-style-is-better-than-yours.html' title='My Style is better than Yours'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282036942258327029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vj4FSghliks/SmDrQHPPd6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RHu0ucZWAks/S220/TJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vj4FSghliks/SrP_4Ofbd9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/dBXCcnCWMS8/s72-c/kanye-west-and-taylor-swift-pic-getty-image-1-364547169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-3588517952347394056</id><published>2009-09-15T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:05:50.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A musician's resume......yikes, I think I fall WAY short!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqbC6nFnXbQ/Sq_GJZJzxII/AAAAAAAAABU/x1y2NUl440Q/s1600-h/harp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 231px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381737944404182146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqbC6nFnXbQ/Sq_GJZJzxII/AAAAAAAAABU/x1y2NUl440Q/s320/harp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week in the Music Appreciation class I teach here at Gateway, I decided to throw those poor theology majors a bone - they have to suffer through my enthusiasm for all things classical, all the while wondering, "Why do I have to take this class?  I'm a Pastoral Studies major?"  My collegue, Joyce Scott, has, over the years, worked up quite a nice presentation on what the Bible says about music and how we use it, perform it, etc...  Actually, it's not just those poor theology majors who need this study, but the music majors, ESPECIALLY!!!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting with the Biblical preparation requirements for music ministry, she focused on the necessary training for properly ministering musically.  Makes sense, right?  I mean, I wouldn't want my pastor to never study the Word and just get up there and wing it.  Rest assured, I'd be doing some church shopping pretty quickly!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The part of this section of the study which has stuck with me (even though I've heard it several times.....I'm a slow learner!) was the section on the necessary Godly Character.  Joyce used the passage in I Samuel 16:17-18 which chronicles Saul requesting a musician who would play in order to drive away the evil spirits that were tormenting him.  His only job requirement?  "Provide me now a man that can play well, and bring him to me." (v. 17)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saul's unnamed servant then gives the most brilliant, comprehensive list of the perfect musician:  "Then answered one of the servants and said, Behold, I have seen a son of Jesse [David] the Bethlehemite, that is cunning in playing, and a mighty valiant man, and a man of war, and prudent in matters, and a comely person, and the Lord is with him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the breakdown:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Cunning in playing (posses skill, talent)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Valiant (brave)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  A Man of War (not afraid to go after the enemy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Prudent (responsible)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  Comely (neat and presentable appearance)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  The LORD is with him. (filled with the Spirit!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, talent is not the most imporant component.  Nor is talent and the Spirit.  It appears that we must be willing to bravely wage war, musically and on our knees.  We must also be presentable in our appearance - no slovenly appearance!  And we must be responsible (yes, even those who are procrastinators, unorganized, always running late.....)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A well-rounded person, wouldn't you say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm reading - plowing through Bro. Norris' Theology Reader and also reading The Problem of Pain, by C.S. Lewis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listning to......okay, I'll admit it......Christmas music!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-3588517952347394056?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/3588517952347394056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/09/musicians-resumeyikes-i-think-i-fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/3588517952347394056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/3588517952347394056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/09/musicians-resumeyikes-i-think-i-fall.html' title='A musician&apos;s resume......yikes, I think I fall WAY short!'/><author><name>aahrens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05568242934510839426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqbC6nFnXbQ/SKnSO4cn7vI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XNPBerWlra8/S220/1071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqbC6nFnXbQ/Sq_GJZJzxII/AAAAAAAAABU/x1y2NUl440Q/s72-c/harp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-3118378904049264270</id><published>2009-09-04T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T14:15:35.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few words from the prophets</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/Sp83GNc79zI/AAAAAAAAALk/Thq4SrTa2Xo/s1600-h/Babylon12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Babylon 1" border="0" alt="Babylon 1" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/Sp83GYewbRI/AAAAAAAAALo/tZGoB3RcQFY/Babylon1_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was reading Daniel, and subsequently Amos, recently, and thought I would share a couple verses with y’all. If you’ll turn with me to chapter six, either book. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Daniel 6:18 states “neither were instruments of musick brought before him.” Darius, against his better judgment, had agreed to cast Daniel into the den of lions, but spent an uneasy night in prayer (presumably), fasting, and with no musicians to lighten his heavy burden.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How much do we rely on music in our praying or otherwise daily living? As a musician myself, I have spent literally countless hours driving in the car while listening to music of some sort. Music to pass the time. Music to study. Music to edify. Music that ministers to the heart. But when I enter my prayer closet, I have to shut the music off. I can’t have it. As much as some good gospel can enhance prayer time it just isn’t for me. As a musician I am too focused on the music. Darius didn’t want the distraction either that night. Even though he had expressed a word of faith that Daniel’s God would deliver him (v. 16), he was still concerned about the fate of his trusted servant as he consigned him to what would seem to be a certain death.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Amos 6 starts out “Woe to them that are at ease in Zion, and trust in the mountain of Samaria” and in verse four Amos writes that these Israelites were lying on beds of ivory and stretching themselves upon their couches. This was a population accustomed to luxury. Sound familiar? I suppose I must take a step back and remind you I just spent four months living in Nigeria, so that even now, while unemployed and scrounging for scraps of food, we are living the “luxe” life of unlimited clean water (hot or cold whenever we want), “always on” power, and having complete control over the temperature in our house. If it’s 90 degrees outside it’s 75 inside. If it’s 55 outside, still 75 inside. We are living in paradise.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But one of the luxuries Amos calls out is music. He chastises the people for chanting “to the sound of the viol” and for their desire to become highly skilled in improvisation (assuming my interpretation of the numerous translations I have consulted of Amos 6:5 is correct – Tanak, NIV, LXX). I take a little umbrage with this. I pride myself on a well-practiced tune. Having spent my entire undergraduate degree pursuing perfection on the piano, I have a bit of a different take when it comes to seeking perfection than most, maybe, but I’m not like that now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Through no one’s fault but my own, last night I was called on at the last minute to be the ‘primary’ keyboardist for the service. I was querying the worship leader whether she had the music for the songs she was leading. She said “you’re kidding, right?” I wasn’t kidding, actually, but I less than half expected she would have it. It wasn’t that I didn’t know the songs. It was more or less a simple desire to rely on the crutch of having the chords in front of me. Not having the chords nor sufficient time to practice, I simply said, “You won’t mind if I hit a few wrong notes here or there, do you? Of course you don’t know anything about that!” She is a fellow keyboardist and so I used that insider disclaimer to disavow myself should I plunk a wrong chord here or there. And whaddya know. I did hit a wrong chord. I played a V chord once when I should have played a IV chord. Oops. But I no longer sweat the small stuff.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Would I like to play everything note perfect and with a high degree of excellence and complexity? Absolutely. I thoroughly enjoy a well-practiced song performed flawlessly. Do I expect that I will be able to output that kind of performance without putting in some practice time? Absolutely not. I was gearing up to some climactic conclusion. But I don’t have it. Sometimes, what you see (or hear) is what you get.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The photo? Satellite image of the ruins of Babylon, c. 2009.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What I’m reading? “Essays” by Michel de Montaigne. Also portions of a “History of the Ancient Near East” by Marc van de Mieroop.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What I’m listening to? Uh… I don’t think I turned on any music once today. I sang an Igbo song for a presentation of our trip that I gave to an Independent Living facility this morning. Here’s a clip of the original: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wIoriNPuobc"&gt;“Imela Oh,”&lt;/a&gt; translates as “Thank You.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-3118378904049264270?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/3118378904049264270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/09/few-words-from-prophets.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/3118378904049264270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/3118378904049264270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/09/few-words-from-prophets.html' title='A few words from the prophets'/><author><name>everettg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11122780004008509514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G46kALgcEt8/SYs_O_9j20I/AAAAAAAAADA/KEla94wn6ds/S220/EG_TG_NC.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/Sp83GYewbRI/AAAAAAAAALo/tZGoB3RcQFY/s72-c/Babylon1_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-5974737498882660394</id><published>2009-08-22T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T07:51:52.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It About Him or Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vj4FSghliks/So-q8AC49AI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uJ0O9uN66os/s1600-h/confused.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 243px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 145px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372700828257285122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vj4FSghliks/So-q8AC49AI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uJ0O9uN66os/s320/confused.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in a car with a pastor friend of mine and his wife. She began to express how much she liked a particular song. While she was talking I began humming the words to the song in my head and exclaimed, “This song has A LOT of words!” The pastor nodded his head and said, GOOD! Most songs now don’t have many words.” He went on to say that the few words they do have, focus more on us and not God. I responded with “huh?” The pastor reminded me of some words to several songs and how everything is about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can see that. But, it seems those songs are more about what He does for us than simply us. There’s nothing wrong with singing songs about all the great things God’s done for us. It’s all gravy as long as it’s balanced by simply singing songs that are just about Him and His greatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some of these songs are misunderstood. After all, I’m the type of person that makes statements and some information is omitted because it’s implied. We sing about what we are and our heritage as Apostolics, but the fact that He got us there is omitted. Well… That’s because it’s implied. That’s all fine and dandy, but what about the person that comes to the church from off the street and totally misses this implication? That may be a good time to actually sing a song about Him and how He turned your life around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of when the disciples were complaining to Jesus about how he didn’t hold any punches when addressing them, but when he spoke to the multitudes, he spoke in parables. Sometimes you just have to cater to the people there. I know that sometimes we really like a song, but the music ministry’s main goal (in most places) isn’t to minister to the music ministry. The goal is to lead people to a new experience in Christ and prepare them for the preaching of the Word. That’s probably not getting done if the songs going forth make no sense to the people listening to them. Next time you’re in your church, observe who’s around and what songs are being sung. You can even observe the comments made by others through the service. See if you can tell if the people are being ministered to or if they’re just plain confused. Try not to laugh out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for the late post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-5974737498882660394?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/5974737498882660394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-it-about-him-or-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/5974737498882660394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/5974737498882660394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-it-about-him-or-me.html' title='Is It About Him or Me?'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282036942258327029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vj4FSghliks/SmDrQHPPd6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RHu0ucZWAks/S220/TJ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vj4FSghliks/So-q8AC49AI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uJ0O9uN66os/s72-c/confused.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-1566617275831448490</id><published>2009-08-17T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T18:26:10.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Covering all the bases</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqbC6nFnXbQ/Son77bGS3iI/AAAAAAAAABM/6B-oq0e2rjc/s1600-h/hebrew-music-tambourine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 299px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371101028921040418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqbC6nFnXbQ/Son77bGS3iI/AAAAAAAAABM/6B-oq0e2rjc/s320/hebrew-music-tambourine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently completed Biblical Interpretation at &lt;a href="http://www.ugst.org/"&gt;UGST&lt;/a&gt;, which was an experience in so many ways! Dr. David Norris, who is quite possibly the most brilliant person I know - or at least in the top 5 - taught the course. One morning, as a devotional, we sang Psalm 136 - that famous responsorial psalm which ends each verse with the phrase - "for his mercy endureth forever" - you know, the phrase you start to skip over after a while. Or at least I did. That is, until Dr. Norris stood at the whiteboard and wrote the Hebrew letters for this phrase on the board and proceeded to explain to us its real meaning. When he came to the Hebrew words for "mercy endureth forever" I was so amazed - this phrase means that his love is infinite, unending, from beginning of time until end, matchless. When we fail to love, he continues. When all other mercy fails, his continues. Isn't that amazing? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The neat part&lt;/span&gt; was when a dear sister in our class who sings R&amp;amp;B was unexpectedly called to the front to sing the first half of each verse - ad lib, on-the-fly, with no advance notice! Let me just say, "you nailed it, Sis. Angela!" While she sang the first half, the class "responded," as the psalmist intended, with a chant-like refrain of "for his mercy endureth forever." By the time we got to verse 23 which states, "He who remembered us in our lowely estate.....," let me tell you - I wondered if we would be able to have class that day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;There is something about singing the pslams&lt;/span&gt; - a silly-sounding thing to say, considering that's how they were SUPPOSED to be expressed. I wonder what would happen if we would choose to intone them in our choirs, or small groups? Trust me, you don't need instrumentation for something like that! The Word is so powerful and there is something about the way &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; particular psalms flows. Starting with a Kerygma type of worship which proclaims God's great attributes, then flowing to a Koinonia worship where the congregation is reminding each other of God's great deeds (crossing the Red Sea, being delivered from Pharoah's army), to a Leitourgia worship which speaks the words directly to God - this psalm covers it all. We argue about "verical" worship or "horizontal" worship so much. Could it be that we could simply take a page from the greatest book of songs and just put it all in there? Sing to God, to each other and about God so that everyone would know of his enduring, infinite mercy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Since I always forget&lt;/span&gt;, I'm listening to........very little......my car's CD player is on the blink. But I am spinning Israel's "Power of One" quite a bit a home, especially "I Receive" - that song blows me away. I'm reading...... anything about capital punishment - writing a paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-1566617275831448490?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/1566617275831448490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/08/covering-all-bases.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/1566617275831448490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/1566617275831448490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/08/covering-all-bases.html' title='Covering all the bases'/><author><name>aahrens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05568242934510839426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqbC6nFnXbQ/SKnSO4cn7vI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XNPBerWlra8/S220/1071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqbC6nFnXbQ/Son77bGS3iI/AAAAAAAAABM/6B-oq0e2rjc/s72-c/hebrew-music-tambourine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-4458897377086301885</id><published>2009-08-07T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T02:00:00.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/SmjRlsj99jI/AAAAAAAAALA/5qSUPB6-xXU/s1600-h/IMG_20802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2080" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2080" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/SmjTFeJ9l0I/AAAAAAAAALI/WrzJ3ApHQrQ/IMG_2080_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Instruments? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Who needs instruments?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We don’t need no stinkin’ instruments.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You've got two hands, don't you? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In my last post I mentioned how I have had difficulty adjusting to singing while clapping a syncopated rhythm. What I neglected to mention is that there is no keyboard or guitar in most of the church services I have been to while I've been here. In fact, there hasn't even been much in the way of drums! Well, except for in Achi. And Awka. And Lagos. Okay, so I don’t have a solid grasp of what’s “normal” regarding music in the churches here! Not too different from back home in the states.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway. There is a point I’d like to make here, and it concerns rhythm and it concerns hands as instruments. When we clap in the U.S. about the only debate that rages is whether to clap on the downbeat or the ‘offbeat’ (beats one and three vs. beats two and four if you’re keeping time). As I mentioned previously, here it’s more or less one strong clap per measure with a second syncopated clap. There is sometimes an additional syncopated clap per measure. But that only tells a part of the story. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You see, when there are no drums or other instruments, the only rhythmic variation is in how the clapping is done. Here, after two or three times through a chorus, sometimes additional clapping will occur as a crescendo / diminuendo bridging the end of the chorus and the beginning of the chorus again. A sort of rhythmic interlude, if you will. I find it most difficult to describe because the intensity of it exists on a scale that would be difficult to imagine if you did not experience it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The worship leader is also able to cue the clapping by a simple exhortation, “Your Hands!” This can mean anything from 1) starting a clapping rhythm where one did not previously exist, 2) a growing intensity of varying clapping rhythms as a bridge or interlude between choruses, or 3) I have even seen a “clapping song” where there were no words, only a swirling rhythmic vortex where rhythmic clapping in concert constituted the entire musical output of the selection. It was amazing. And I will miss it. When I am back in my congregation in the U.S. and I try saying “Your Hands” it will not be the same.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-4458897377086301885?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/4458897377086301885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/08/your-hands.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/4458897377086301885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/4458897377086301885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/08/your-hands.html' title='Your Hands'/><author><name>everettg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11122780004008509514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G46kALgcEt8/SYs_O_9j20I/AAAAAAAAADA/KEla94wn6ds/S220/EG_TG_NC.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/SmjTFeJ9l0I/AAAAAAAAALI/WrzJ3ApHQrQ/s72-c/IMG_2080_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-6550166378523577777</id><published>2009-07-31T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T04:16:20.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They’ll thank you . . .someday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXHWMYHO-TM/SnLSV01STyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/siG1deUbw6Q/s1600-h/piano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364581378552909602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXHWMYHO-TM/SnLSV01STyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/siG1deUbw6Q/s400/piano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music lessons. We’ve all had them, be they for piano, guitar, trumpet, etc. And I’m probably not the only one who hated logging in that daily practice time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor mom. I was a real musical prodigy, as I sat on the bench, banged my hands on the keys, and cried my crocodile tears. “You’ll thank me someday,” she said. And, of course, I was doubtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My piano teacher didn’t have it much better, as I creeped and crawled through the lesson book, one excruciating week at a time. Two steps forward, three steps back. I think the summers I took off were as much for her sake, as my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So imagine the pressure when my beloved teacher from childhood days visited our church on a recent Sunday. You must understand . . . she was good. The kind of music director a pastor dreamed about, that could follow his leading without pause, no matter what antiquated song he pulled from the back of his brain on a whim. And there she sat as I led worship. I’m glad to report nothing too horrific happened. We had a good song service, and I didn’t knock the keyboard off its stand or forget the words to every song I ever knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what her thoughts were as I stood up there playing. Perhaps she marveled a bit to see her hard work finally pay off. Thanks to her efforts, my mother’s dogged persistence, and a handful of other patient instructors, I am now a music director in my own right. And it only took fifteen years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some of you have your own little prodigies at home. Whether they be your own children, or someone else’s. I’m sure there are times you want a summer vacation as they bang through John Thompson or whatever course you’ve chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my musical testimony can give you a hint of encouragement. They can make it. It might take a looooong time. But they can make it. And so can you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. S. Thanks, Mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-6550166378523577777?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/6550166378523577777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/07/theyll-thank-you-someday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/6550166378523577777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/6550166378523577777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/07/theyll-thank-you-someday.html' title='They’ll thank you . . .someday'/><author><name>SSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523948227005943767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXHWMYHO-TM/SnLSV01STyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/siG1deUbw6Q/s72-c/piano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-8256919920396990030</id><published>2009-07-24T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T11:18:58.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Dresses and Congregational Singing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jlVRk9q1ws/Smn67oV5neI/AAAAAAAAABY/XAOqRXyAYfA/s1600-h/vintage-wedding-dress1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jlVRk9q1ws/Smn67oV5neI/AAAAAAAAABY/XAOqRXyAYfA/s200/vintage-wedding-dress1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362092733709786594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a congregation in our beautiful city that recently sang "Wedding Dress" by Derek Webb as a part of their worship set. It caused a bit of  a stir much like the song did when it was first released about six years ago. Some Christian retailers refused to sell the album that contained the song, but there were few discussions as to whether or not it would be appropriate for congregational use. The lyrics are as follows (for those who are not familiar with the song):&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could love me as a wife&lt;br /&gt;And for my wedding gift, your life&lt;br /&gt;Should that be all I’d ever need?&lt;br /&gt;Or is there more I’m looking for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And should I read between the lines&lt;br /&gt;And look for blessings in disguise&lt;br /&gt;To make me handsome, rich, and wise&lt;br /&gt;Is that really what you want?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I am a whore I do confess&lt;br /&gt;But I put you on just like a wedding dress&lt;br /&gt;And I run down the aisle, I run down the aisle&lt;br /&gt;I’m a prodigal with no way home&lt;br /&gt;But I put you on just like a ring of gold&lt;br /&gt;And I run down the aisle&lt;br /&gt;I run down the aisle to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So could you love this bastard child?&lt;br /&gt;Though I don’t trust you to provide&lt;br /&gt;With one hand in a pot of gold&lt;br /&gt;And with the other in your side&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I am so easily satisfied&lt;br /&gt;By the call of lovers so less wild&lt;br /&gt;That I would take a little cash&lt;br /&gt;Over your very flesh and blood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because money cannot buy&lt;br /&gt;A husband’s jealous eye&lt;br /&gt;When you have knowingly deceived his wife&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;©2002 Niphon, Inc. (Admin by Music Services).  All right reserved.  Used by permission.  ASCAP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It is a moving song, a call to holiness, and a song that preaches rather than exhorts. It is as viable and important to the church today as it was six years ago. The major issue is, of course, the language. Should a congregation sing, "I'm a whore..."  in one accord, children and adults? How would you explain that one to a 2 year old? In the context of the song, the word simply refers to unfaithfulness. The repentant tone reminds one of "Heart of Worship" and "Hear Us From Heaven." Is this a song you should use for the larger congregational gathering? Should it be limited to smaller, and more intimate times of worship? Should the song be appreciated on one's personal iPod and not shared at all? Is it really the language that makes us uncomfortable, or the truth it speaks about the majority of the church world?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-8256919920396990030?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/8256919920396990030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/07/wedding-dresses-and-congregational.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/8256919920396990030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/8256919920396990030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/07/wedding-dresses-and-congregational.html' title='Wedding Dresses and Congregational Singing'/><author><name>RJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jlVRk9q1ws/Smn67oV5neI/AAAAAAAAABY/XAOqRXyAYfA/s72-c/vintage-wedding-dress1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-7338984019197048317</id><published>2009-07-17T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T14:25:50.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Dependence?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello, blog world! My name is TJ Walton and I’m from Alabama (please don’t be a hater). I’ve read several blogs, but have not done much blogging of my own. I consider the opportunity to write for this blog an honor and I’m thankful for the chance to be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to a good friend the other day and the topic of our dependence, as Apostolic Pentecostals, on music was brought up. For some reason, maybe because I’m a musician, I got defensive about it. But after thinking about it, I realized that maybe we have become too dependent on music to lead us where we need to be or where we want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about how sometimes, it’s like pulling teeth to get people to raise their hands, clap, shout to God, or even come to an altar without the music. Surely, we’ve all been in a service where there was not music at some point other than the preaching and it felt like there was something missing. This might have made it a little uncomfortable for people to lift their hands and worship freely. Then there are services where it is clear that the music needs to stop and God desires time with just us lifting our voices. You may ask, “Why are you talking about our dependence on music if we still have services like that?” The thing is, those services seem to have become a rare occurrence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend pointed out that it appears Saul would call upon David to play instead of seeking the counsel of Samuel early on, which to him signified choosing music instead of God or God’s Word to help him through whatever problem he was facing. I agreed. It made sense; maybe there is something to this needing the music before seeking God. Please don’t misunderstand. Music is, without question, a way that God truly desires to be worshipped. No one is questioning the significance of all the Psalms or the hymns and spiritual songs cited in our Bibles. There are simply people who are concerned that we may not be able to worship God without music and there are some who are afraid we’ll, eventually, just be worshipping music or the singer/musician instead God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people will say that you have to watch musicians because that was Lucifer’s job when he was in Heaven. Some will say that it’s the spirit of music that causes folks to be distracted from God. I firmly disagree! God created Lucifer and God gave him the gift of music. What he did with that music was his choice! So, it’s not the spirit of the music that is our concern, but the spirit of the person playing or singing the music. If you’re a singer or musician, please cover yourself in prayer before you get up to lead your congregation in song. Ask God to not let you be glorified, but to let Him be glorified through you and we will see more of those services where the music stops and it just seems to be God and me, or God and you all alone in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-7338984019197048317?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/7338984019197048317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/07/music-dependence.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/7338984019197048317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/7338984019197048317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/07/music-dependence.html' title='Music Dependence?'/><author><name>TJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12282036942258327029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vj4FSghliks/SmDrQHPPd6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RHu0ucZWAks/S220/TJ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-896760203722516457</id><published>2009-07-10T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:15:20.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs Without Words</title><content type='html'>A few years ago one of my piano students gave me a paper weight with this message engraved on it:  “Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.”  Depending on my mood and my circumstance, I can always find a song that speaks to me and seems to sum everything up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently read an article in Christianity Today, June 2009 issue, by Carolyn Arends that talked about music’s ability to “put into words” those things which we cannot say with words alone.  Whether music with lyrics or without lyrics, music has this amazing ability to transcend the message we are trying to communicate.  Felix Mendelssohn, the great Romantic era composer who composed two sets of pieces for piano which entitled “Songs Without Words” said the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;“A piece of music that I love expresses thoughts to me that are not too imprecise to be framed in words, but too precise.  So I find that attempts to express such thoughts in words may have some point to them, but they are also unsatisfying.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it is thoughts of joy and celebration or remorse and sadness, music can, in Arends words, “say more than we are even saying.”  She gives tells the story of Olivier Messiaen, the great 20th Century French composer, who was sent to a concentration camp by the Nazis in 1940.  Rather than just waste away, Messiaen convinced a guard to get him some paper and pencils and he composed one of his most famous pieces, the Quartet for the End of Time, which was performed for 4,000 people in the camp, prisoners and guards included.  Somehow, music communicated something that could not be spoken otherwise.  As Arends concluded, “art must be, somehow, essential for life….an unquenchable expression of who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that I agree with Arends when she concludes that our gift of creativity comes from the fact that we are made in His image.  Arends states:&lt;br /&gt; “When we meet this God, our creativity becomes one of the ways we delight in him.  When we are lost in some endeavor – consumed by singing a song, dancing a jig, building a presentation, or telling a story – people say we are “in our glory.”  In truth we are in God’s glory, participating in the beauty overflowing from the Creator himself.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-896760203722516457?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/896760203722516457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/07/songs-without-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/896760203722516457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/896760203722516457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/07/songs-without-words.html' title='Songs Without Words'/><author><name>aahrens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05568242934510839426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqbC6nFnXbQ/SKnSO4cn7vI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XNPBerWlra8/S220/1071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-3353911105213254735</id><published>2009-07-03T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T03:12:01.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I’ve Got Rhythm</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/SjtkyeZvCmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Z-V6nkfK_zM/s1600-h/IMG_1793%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_1793" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1793" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/Sjtk49VK7zI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oAHNbo7teOs/IMG_1793_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I've been promoted! I'm now an official &amp;quot;Notes&amp;quot; Friday blogger. No more of this part time business for me!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I thought I had a decent sense of rhythm before I came to Nigeria. I could clap on the beat, off the beat, and in any other sort of predictable pattern or rhythm I could imagine. But I never imagined what I have encountered here.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It's not the clapping that's the hard part, though. It's the clapping and singing. You see, the clapping here is nearly always some form of syncopation. You clap on a beat, then you clap a second time a quarter of a beat before the next beat. The easiest way for a music-reading person to visualize this is the dotted eighth followed by a sixteenth note.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A majority of the time, this syncopated clap pattern occurs only once during each measure (that is, for every four beats, assuming four-four time, there are two claps, one on the beat, and one immediately following just before the next beat). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So why can't I sing and clap at the same time? I have actually accumulated a fair amount of musical training over the years. Three years of music theory (if you count counterpoint) and oodles of piano and voice lessons, I would think I would be capable of ready adaptation. But no. Three months later, I am still challenged by trying to sing and clap properly during a single song.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I will beg off the accusation by claiming that I have been concentrating too much on trying to keep with the clapping, and not enough attention on the singing. I know, I know. I should simply stop clapping, and try to learn the words and melodies to some of the songs. But even when they're singing in English, I can't understand all the words. In fact, some of time, I can't even understand more than a word or two. But that's no excuse. More often than not I can pick out most of the words. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I guess it comes down to laziness, pure and simple. It's just easier to clap. I enjoy clapping. It sure beats the work of trying to learn new melodies (even to familiar tunes at times, but sung with widely melodic and rhythmic contours that vary to an extreme from how we sing the song back home). And since we're here only one more month... well, it'll be a miracle if I manage the dexterity to do it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-3353911105213254735?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/3353911105213254735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-got-rhythm.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/3353911105213254735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/3353911105213254735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-got-rhythm.html' title='I’ve Got Rhythm'/><author><name>everettg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11122780004008509514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G46kALgcEt8/SYs_O_9j20I/AAAAAAAAADA/KEla94wn6ds/S220/EG_TG_NC.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/Sjtk49VK7zI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oAHNbo7teOs/s72-c/IMG_1793_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-7062642355598320866</id><published>2009-06-12T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T18:12:01.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Endangered Species?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqbC6nFnXbQ/SjL3Fq6ouKI/AAAAAAAAABE/Z_SvD2BQGXw/s1600-h/piano-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346607384433834146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqbC6nFnXbQ/SjL3Fq6ouKI/AAAAAAAAABE/Z_SvD2BQGXw/s320/piano-logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was having a conversation with one of my piano students today that got me to thinking. My student is the pianist for a worship band composed of youth from our church - a good band, I might add. As we were lining up her repertoire of classical as well as church-music pieces she brought up the fact that sometimes she feels a bit irrelevant in the band - that what she contributes isn't really that important. Understand, she wasn't complaining about the band or its leadership, but rather the type of music that is out there for this particular genre. We talked about the fact that today's worship music is largely written for guitar-based bands, as evidenced by the keys many songs are written in which are not pianistic but rather cater to guitarists - what we call "sharp keys." We finally decided that we would go back a few years and pull out some music that was more piano-centered and that contained chord progressions from which she could gain a good foundation for her playing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that said, I wonder if the piano will one day play little or no roll in our church services? My student and I laughed at how we hear a song and, no matter what insrumental arrangement it was originally written for, we instantly shoe-horn it into the piano/organ/bass/drums framework that we've used for years. And seriously, have you ever tried to play some of our new songs on the organ? Give me a break! I feel like I might fall asleep between chords sometimes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally, I think it will take us some time to ever completely move away from our foursome. Actually, I wonder if we EVER will? Or will the piano be relegated to the corner where the previously lowly guitars used to be and the GUITARS will take the place on the platform in the spot where the piano/keyboard once stood? Okay, so I'm an old kermudgeon, but I hope that never happens. (I can already feel the dirty looks) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-7062642355598320866?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/7062642355598320866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-endangered-species.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/7062642355598320866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/7062642355598320866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-endangered-species.html' title='The New Endangered Species?'/><author><name>aahrens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05568242934510839426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqbC6nFnXbQ/SKnSO4cn7vI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XNPBerWlra8/S220/1071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqbC6nFnXbQ/SjL3Fq6ouKI/AAAAAAAAABE/Z_SvD2BQGXw/s72-c/piano-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-7032646406756743074</id><published>2009-06-01T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T17:44:00.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhythms of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Here we are at last at long last. Enugu, Nigeria. We are slowly settling in to a routine, a rhythm, if you will, but unlike the rhythm of our previous existence. Rhythm here is quite different than in the U.S. In more ways than one. &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/Sf9UP1B3xnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/hnD9DlxQMus/s1600-h/IMG_1244%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_1244" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/Sf9UWFsmNNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9jWQebJ9dUg/IMG_1244_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;p&gt;Prior to April 1, my life proceeded along a very clear meter, four-four time, key of B-flat. The pace was . . . well astounding. We were a part of the frenetic energy of the “two parents working” with our son in a myriad of different daycare “solutions.” Now the solution is us. And we are teaching not only our son, but a cadre of future ministers of the Gospel.  &lt;p&gt;Here in Nigeria, things are very different. Many things. Most things. If you want to go to the bank, or even something as simple as getting a generator repaired, it can take up a good part of your day. Or a good part of a number of days.  &lt;p&gt;Things can proceed as a very slow waltz here. Or a tango, maybe, depending on the situation. There are plenty of cars and three times the number of “machines” (motorbikes, in local parlance). And lots of of folks walking. Walking, walking, walking, everywhere people are walking. I didn't used to walk quite so much at home. At least if I did, it didn't feel like it, compared to walking under the blistering sun at around six or seven degrees north of the equator.  &lt;p&gt;Is your life so hectic that you do not take time to sing a new song unto the Lord? Do you find that the song in your heart has become a mournful dirge? Are you running to and fro seeking that which you must do to get eleven more items crossed off of your never-ending to do list? Or are you at the opposite end of the spectrum, with no less long a list, but without the energy to drive another block or even look for a pen so you can cross off the one item you were able to finish two weeks ago?  &lt;p&gt;Lord, help us to remember to always praise you in song, with our voices, in our hearts, and let our light shine no matter the circumstance.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-7032646406756743074?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/7032646406756743074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/06/rhythms-of-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/7032646406756743074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/7032646406756743074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/06/rhythms-of-life.html' title='Rhythms of Life'/><author><name>everettg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11122780004008509514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G46kALgcEt8/SYs_O_9j20I/AAAAAAAAADA/KEla94wn6ds/S220/EG_TG_NC.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/Sf9UWFsmNNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9jWQebJ9dUg/s72-c/IMG_1244_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-3690965931421194719</id><published>2009-05-29T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T03:37:59.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To worship, or not to worship. That is the question.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXHWMYHO-TM/Sh-64MWUUMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qXpWofZAY-A/s1600-h/question.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341193157634969794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXHWMYHO-TM/Sh-64MWUUMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qXpWofZAY-A/s400/question.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confession time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if musicians are allowed to worship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I said it. Sounds weird I know, but let me explain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been one of those Sunday mornings when waking the congregation was about as easy as pulling teeth from a buffalo. I mentally shuffled the song order in my head, trying to come up with the right musical combination to shake everyone from their stupor. We started into another chorus and . . . my drummer quit. Just stopped playing. I glanced over and it looked like he was sitting there on his stool, worshipping by himself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well . . . good for him. But what about me and my piano? I needed a beat. It sounded empty without him. Musicians can’t take a break to worship. We’re supposed to keep playing, no matter how red-hot the service gets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It bothered me when I thought about it later. The obvious spiritual answer was, “The drummer had the right idea. We don’t need instruments. God can move without any help from us.”&lt;br /&gt;But admit it. How many of my fellow music leaders would be annoyed if they suddenly found themselves without a time keeper? Show of hands. One, two, three, four—that’s what I thought. We know how fickle a congregation can be. They might sit down at a moment’s notice if the song service hits a sour note. Music shouldn’t be that important, but I find in reality it often is.&lt;br /&gt;It’s a question I struggle with. Are musicians allowed to stop playing and take a worship break? I don’t mean raising your hands at the end of a song and jumping up and down for ten seconds before launching into the next medley. I mean quitting cold in the middle of a chord progression. Without any signal from the pastor. Just saying, “I’m done. I want to join the worship. God will move without me.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no answers. More often than not, the music leaders of my childhood would soldier on, no matter how long the service went. I don’t know if it’s the right way, but I imagine I’ll do the same. Just keep pounding away on my piano, and praying God accepts it as my offering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-3690965931421194719?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/3690965931421194719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-worship-or-not-to-worship-that-is.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/3690965931421194719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/3690965931421194719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-worship-or-not-to-worship-that-is.html' title='To worship, or not to worship. That is the question.'/><author><name>SSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523948227005943767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXHWMYHO-TM/Sh-64MWUUMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qXpWofZAY-A/s72-c/question.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-4192193723229795060</id><published>2009-05-25T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:23:28.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Apology, and an interest in the future of Apostolic musicians</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jlVRk9q1ws/Sht8vX5FDuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fF6Snlq0QD8/s1600-h/2981_1143320696850_1042449339_427792_2145259_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jlVRk9q1ws/Sht8vX5FDuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fF6Snlq0QD8/s200/2981_1143320696850_1042449339_427792_2145259_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339998936486973154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THE APOLOGY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My apologies for this late post. I went out of town with the wife and forsook all responsibility until this evening. My vacation frame of mind is gone, and I come to all of you with guilt, shame, and a mostly empty head. The small part that isn't empty is what I would like to now share...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THE ADVERTISEMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have often wondered how many Apostolic artists there are that record their own music, but do not have enough material to make an album or the means to distribute it. I am sure that there are more than a few Apostolic musicians who have material that does not fit the praise and worship genre, and we probably don't get to hear them unless it is a state or local youth event. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With that in mind, I wanted to make a plug for the website watunes.com, I heard about this on NPR this weekend and checked it out this morning. It is a website that allows you to sell unlimited songs, albums, music videos, and audiobooks with no upfront costs. You earn 100% of your royalties and are able to sell through iTunes, Rhapsody, and eMusic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is definitely a social networking site, and I am sure the number of poor musicianship is enormous. However, for the really good band that you know who at this point have only created a Myspace music page, this is a great tool for getting some exposure and profit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My apologies again for such lazy and irresponsible blogging habits. I do hope that someone can find this website useful and that some Apostolic musician/singer/songwriter finds it an valuable tool for their gifts and aspirations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-4192193723229795060?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/4192193723229795060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/05/apology-and-interest-in-future-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/4192193723229795060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/4192193723229795060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/05/apology-and-interest-in-future-of.html' title='An Apology, and an interest in the future of Apostolic musicians'/><author><name>RJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jlVRk9q1ws/Sht8vX5FDuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fF6Snlq0QD8/s72-c/2981_1143320696850_1042449339_427792_2145259_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-3805073859675567480</id><published>2009-05-06T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:42:39.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CompassionArt follow-up</title><content type='html'>As a follow-up to my &lt;a href="http://www.ninetyandnine.com/notes/2009/01/our-fearless-leader-here-at.html"&gt;post &lt;/a&gt;on &lt;a href="http://www.compassionart.tv/"&gt;CompassionArt&lt;/a&gt;, the compilation CD, all of whose proceeds would go to fight world poverty, let me share some more great news on this front. CompassionArt, Family Christian Stores, and EMI CMG have announced the CompassionArt project as the first ever Family Christian Stores “Album of the Year.” Along with this announcement, Family Christian Stores has pledged to donate $1 per CD/DVD sold to CompassionArt through its James Fund foundation, with an additional $1 for the first 25,000 units sold! The funds are being directed towards a Creative Arts Center for &lt;a href="http://www.watoto.com/"&gt;Watoto&lt;/a&gt;, a charity championed by Delirious? frontman and CompassionArt founder Martin Smith. The project will encourage artistic education for orphaned children to abused mothers, aiming at restoring hope in the midst of suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one more great reason to get out and purchase this CD/DVD combo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-3805073859675567480?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/3805073859675567480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/05/compassionart-follow-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/3805073859675567480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/3805073859675567480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/05/compassionart-follow-up.html' title='CompassionArt follow-up'/><author><name>aahrens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05568242934510839426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqbC6nFnXbQ/SKnSO4cn7vI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XNPBerWlra8/S220/1071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-4434178727444693519</id><published>2009-05-04T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:02:59.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Soloist"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqbC6nFnXbQ/Sf-IWlt6XyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HbzHiQfoeQo/s1600-h/cello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332130405493137186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqbC6nFnXbQ/Sf-IWlt6XyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HbzHiQfoeQo/s320/cello.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently finished reading “The Soloist” by Steve Lopez and I must admit that I haven’t been that moved by a book in a long, long time. I’m sure you’ve seen the advertisements here and there for the movie by the same title. You can view the previews &lt;a href="http://www.soloistmovie.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; as well as interviews with the author and the subject of the book, Nathaniel Anthony Ayers. Just listening to the haunting strains of Beethoven's 3rd makes a trip to the website well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I won’t give anything away, but this book is about mental illness- certainly the tragedy of it, but also, in a strange way, the beauty of it. Not beauty in the sense that we typically think of beauty, but I think you’ll understand after you read the book. Nathaniel Anthony Ayers is a 52 year-old homeless African-American man living on the streets of Los Angeles, staying near a statue of his beloved Beethoven in Pershing Square. Why the Beethoven statue? Ayers is a Julliard trained double bass player who, because of mental illness, became homeless and has lived on the streets for some 30 years. He catches the attention of Steve Lopez, an LA Times columnist who notices Ayers setting near the Beethoven statue, playing a violin with just two strings – in Ayers words, “I’ve had a few setbacks.” Thus, the two-stringed violin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is the beautiful, raw, honest story of their two-year journey. Lopez does all he can to help Mr. Ayers get off the street and lead as stable a life as possible despite suffering from schizophrenia. I won’t give any details, but trust me, you’ll be moved beyond words at the lengths Lopez goes to make a difference in this man’s life. Time, money, and at times his own sanity, are sacrificed on Lopez’s part, all with the hope that he can help Mr. Ayers find peace and stability. I have to admit that I’d have probably given up LONG before Lopez did. As I read the book I had to ask myself why my calling as a child of God – a Christian – did not compel me to give and sacrifice as much for someone in a similar condition. There was no mention of God in the book, but I heard the voice of the Lord speaking to me several times as I read, asking me what I had done, or better yet, what I planned to do beyond teaching in a Apostolic college, participating in the music team at church and doing the occasional care ministry activity in my church. So, I guess that’s a subject for a different blog, but I couldn’t help but mention it here since it spoke to me so strongly in that sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Conviction and hope…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I found so fascinating about Mr. Ayers is that despite all the hurt and pain in his life, much of which was caused by a broken family and a lack of support by friends, mentors and instructors, he never, ever became bitter against his art, which you will see is the great love of his life. He never became embittered against those he went to school with at Julliard – cellist Yo-Yo Ma being one of them – because of their successes in life when contrasted against his own sickness and resulting failure. Instead, he applauded them, praised them and found more joy in their music than you could ever imagine. It’s so built into our nature to envy those who are successful – even people in the church who are our brothers and sisters. At the opening of Romans 12, Paul speaks about the different gifts given to each member of the body of Christ. When I mulled this all over I had to repent and pray for that simplicity of mind that would cause me to rejoice in the gifting of my friends and co-workers. After all, they are gifts – given to us by a God who chooses us as His vessels through which He will make known His greatness, His beauty, His majesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mr. Ayers – in your simplicity, your weakness, you have reminded me of the Source of every beautiful gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-4434178727444693519?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/4434178727444693519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/05/soloist.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/4434178727444693519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/4434178727444693519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/05/soloist.html' title='&quot;The Soloist&quot;'/><author><name>aahrens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05568242934510839426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqbC6nFnXbQ/SKnSO4cn7vI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XNPBerWlra8/S220/1071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqbC6nFnXbQ/Sf-IWlt6XyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HbzHiQfoeQo/s72-c/cello.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943939062355616686.post-8746050626474305731</id><published>2009-05-04T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:13:34.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thula Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;EVERETT: ENOUGH ALREADY! We are sick and tired of these posts which do not directly relate to the matter at hand, Apostolic music. If you post one more blog about that banjo playing guy. I think you’ve referenced him in something like three or four posts already. ENOUGH! WE ARE SICK OF IT!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/ScK5mopiKnI/AAAAAAAAAE0/v2xjv3iITl8/s1600-h/fleckinafrica%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="fleckinafrica" style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" height="184" alt="fleckinafrica" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/ScK5nPcdISI/AAAAAAAAAE4/qOGI_2CpTP4/fleckinafrica_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well. Too bad. I can’t help myself. There are songs and there are songs. There are spiritual songs. There are worldly songs. There songs that make you glad and songs that make you sad. There are songs that lift up your spirit and there are songs that bring you down. There are songs that bring an atmosphere of worship in the sanctuary and there are songs that you can only imagine the devil himself worshiping to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Banjo? Banjo??? What is this about a banjo player? The guy’s name is Bela. Bela Fleck. The first name is Hungarian, apparently. He shares the name with a very cool composer by the name of Bartok. I’m sorry I don’t know the diacritics offhand and am too lazy too look them up. Ok. So I’m not that lazy. Bartók Béla, in the correct Hungarian order. But I digress. I don’t recall how I came across Fleck’s music initially, but he’s got a super bassist, Victor Wooten, as part of the group, Béla Fleck and the Flecktones. You can listen to a sampling of their music, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Hk6SbLdpTE"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Fleck defies genre. I call it jazz. Others, country, fusion, bluegrass. He plays across different genres depending on the project. Most of my favorite stuff he does is jazz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My life has been seriously touched by three Fleck tunes. Actually, I think only two of them were written by him, and the third… just experienced it last month for the first time and had to listen to it a few times. It brought me near tears the first three times I listened to or started to listen to it. “Is it right that children have to fend for themselves, no, no, no.” The song is a “protest” song that laments the plight of the downtrodden, children, women. The thing that gets me is that the tune is so joyful. How can a lament be set to such a happy tune? Is it the indomitable human spirit no matter the situation?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It certainly wouldn’t be the first time that a “non-spiritual” song has ministered to someone. And it sure won’t be the last. Although I can’t really honestly say that “Thula Mama” is not a spiritual song. The theme of Isaiah 61:1-3 runs through the song as an undercurrent. Jesus came to bind up the brokenhearted, give the oil of joy to those who mourn, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness. Certainly this song speaks to the very same type of individuals with the same purpose. Such a song cannot fill a void if God does not exist tangibly in the hearer’s life, but it can augment our innate compassion and teach us to strive to always show Jesus’ love to those in greatest need in our communities and worldwide.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5943939062355616686-8746050626474305731?l=ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/8746050626474305731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/05/thula-mama.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/8746050626474305731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5943939062355616686/posts/default/8746050626474305731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetyandninenotes.blogspot.com/2009/05/thula-mama.html' title='Thula Mama'/><author><name>kdc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01452854081833242877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_G46kALgcEt8/ScK5nPcdISI/AAAAAAAAAE4/qOGI_2CpTP4/s72-c/fleckinafrica_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
