It’s been several years since I was a wide eyed- and admiring- teenager who sat watching peers make wonderful music in stuffy dorm rooms. In the bipolar world of teenagerdom I was mesmerized by the wonderful freedom of singing live worship songs, and being disappointed by the similar live performance of many trendy (and relatively dodgy) secular tunes.
It was not long before I picked up my own guitar, and unconsciously swore a solemn oath that my own music would be pure and sacred; I would not allow my voice and fingers to play both divine and dirty songs. Nine years later, I have kept my secret vow, and largely refused to learn any song which was not in some obvious way related to worship; I have even refrained from writing love songs to my enduring wife! Continue reading →