A Song for Omran and Alan

I was one of the countless people who saw the image of Omran Daqneesh, the little boy pulled from the rubble of his apartment in Aleppo after an airstrike, and was moved to tears. It’s a gripping image. The face of war is not a soldier or general–it is a 5-year-old boy, covered in ash and blood. It’s a stark reminder of the true cost of military conflict.

I started writing a song for Omran almost the moment I saw his picture. It took a long time to work up, and I still don’t think it’s finished. In the process, I was reminded of another viral image–that of 3-year-old Alan Kurdi‘s body washed up on a beach after he and many others drowned in the Mediterranean Sea trying to escape Syria.

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Everything Matters

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If anything matters at all
Everything matters
No matter how big
No matter how small
— Pierce Pettis

This summer, I spent my vacation at a songwriting retreat called “Writing a Song That Matters.”

It’s basically music camp for adults, but way more amazing than I could have imagined. It’s held at the Garrison Institute in the Hudson Valley, and it’s led by Dar Williams and three other incredible singer-songwriters, Raquel Vidal, and Michele and Rick Gedney.

I knew from the moment I saw the description that I had to go. I hadn’t been writing much music for a while, but I had been itching to get back to it, and this seemed like the perfect creative kick in the pants. I had no concrete expectations but definitely high hopes. And the retreat smashed and rearranged all of them by being better than I imagined.

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A Little More

I wrote a new original song, because praying for and preaching good news is hard these days. In the wake of Orlando and Baghdad and Istanbul and Baton Rouge and Minneapolis and Dallas and Nice and so many other sites of death and destruction, it is hard to proclaim healing and resurrection.

When the words to this song started coming to me, they came in a very different formulation. It started something like, “I know you don’t promise us freedom from suffering.” A little pedantic, some nicely resolved theology about why bad things happen.

But that wasn’t the song my heart was singing. My heart was broken for my LGBTQ brothers and sisters who continue to be excluded and persecuted, especially in the church; for victims of gun violence everywhere who are sacrificed daily to the god of American “freedom”; for everyone in the path of indiscriminate, dehumanizing terror; for my black friends who are not ready for healing and are not even sure God cares about them, because it sure seems like nobody else does.

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What I’ve Been Doing Instead of Writing

A few weeks ago, I found myself in a conversation I have had many times, about work and writing and time and vocation. I found myself, as I have too many times before, complaining that I don’t seem to have time to write.

I expressed my incomprehension at my dad’s ability to pastor a large church, tend to his family, and still churn out a book a year. Maybe I just need more sleep than he does, I laughed. (I do.)

A colleague who was listening quipped back. “Does he spend as much time at the gym as you do?”

I paused, trying to do the math, but I knew the answer was “no” right away. I paused because that wasn’t the point at all.

That one little question sent me down the rabbit hole of a bigger question:

What have I been doing instead of writing,* this thing I intermittently claim to want to give my life to?

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Bike Lessons, Part 2 of 2

This is a continuation of an earlier post reflecting on learnings from a 152-mile, 3-day supported bike ride I did this past week. You can read lessons 1-3 here.

 

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Riding near, but not up, Pilot Mountain.

 

4. Use the Right Gear.

When I was a kid, I hated going into low gear on my bike. In fact, I refused to do it. Even when I got to a hill, I would keep my bike in high gear, stand up, and push down with every bit of body weight and with every bit of energy and force I could muster for each and every turn of the pedal. What happened, of course, was that I got to the top of the hill completely exhausted, or I didn’t make it to the top at all and had to get off the bike and walk the rest of the way.

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Bike Lessons, Part 1 of 2

Yesterday, I completed a 152-mile, 3-day supported bike ride from Gastonia, NC to Lake Junaluska—C2LJ, or Cycle to Lake Junaluska.

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I made it!!!

I wasn’t entirely sure I would make it, but I did, and what’s more, I loved it. And I learned a lot along the way. So here are some potentially cheesy but hopefully practical lessons I took from my bike.

1. Take Up Your Space.

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There Is No Longer Fat or Skinny: Weight Management and the Incarnation

The other day, I read an article that claimed women spend an average of 17 years of their lives trying to lose weight. That’s compared to 10.3 years working.

I had two immediate reactions:

  1. Well that’s depressing.
  2. That estimate seems like it’s on the low end.

(Before I go any further, a quick aside: if your response to this post is to tell me I look fine and don’t need to lose weight, that’s very sweet of you, but please don’t. You will have missed the point.)

Anyway.

It has begun to seem strange to me that when I want to lose weight, what I am really wanting is for some literal, physical amount of me to disappear. I can even point to the parts I wish would go away. When I want to lose weight, I want there to be less of my body–less of me.

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