Pictures, Or It Didn't Happen

Assuming nothing has changed, I was taught that every color could be made from red, blue and yellow, the primary colors. Yep, just Googled it. Every color that exists on earth, everything we create, paint, and build can be derived from those three colors. There are certainly pictures of me growing up wearing a horribly red and yellow tee shirt or a flat out blue hat, but by the time we reach adulthood we tend to have had our simple colors replaced by deep maroons, navy blues, and neutral colors.

Months ago [actually exactly a year ago], I wrote an apparently provocative article called “The Curse of Options.” It was not a post of excuses but reasons for the indecisiveness of some men (and some women, too) when it comes to committing to one person. I discussed how for some folks, having several “options” paralyzes them in singleness as they fear choosing one will mean missing out on something else—and something better. Up until that article, most things written about men and their

Many of you already know that this whole career, this life, this path has been an overwhelming surprise to me. I certainly didn’t push for a record contract and an international platform, mostly because I never really imagined it—especially in Christian music. It all started with some makeshift EP with inkjet printer labels, but show after show, people kept smiling, enjoying, embracing, crying, changing, and thanking God for His song I sang. I didn’t think I knew enough, practiced enough or had

I used to thank God for all the mistakes I've made, sins I've committed and broken relationships I've involved myself in, because, well, they were fuel and inspiration for hundreds of songs. Over twenty of which have resulted in a fruitful music career. The songs that were inspired by a battle with lust, loneliness and poor discipline have touched and ministered to hundreds of thousands of people. Glory to God! It has been so amazing, so quickly, that at one point I wondered if those inspiring

I love Olympic swimming. That one year, when Michael Phelps went crazy, I was glued to the races as much as I’d be for a Bulls Finals appearance (sigh…). The dude jumps off the diving board like its made of hot coal but what he and the other swimmers do next was always interesting to me. They “streamline,” which is to go deep underwater and just shoot forward for as long as they can, often covering a third of the length of the track. Regardless of how good he is, he rarely moved faster than when

Earlier today I posted popular gospel singer Deitrick Haddon admonishing other artists to never “lose the art” in our worship music. He posited that there is room for purposeful entertainment, anointed art, and that God can certainly use music that is not classified as straight ahead “worship music” by today’s standards. A lot of what he said was valid, but there were a few people that argued that “entertainment” should have no part in the Christian music creators’ minds, but that our charge was