I love Bradley Hathaway and his new album, "How Long"

I wish I knew more about music. Maybe then I could write better album reviews, and maybe then I could begin to explain just why it is that Bradley Hathaway has become one of my favorite musicians over the past few years.

Let’s back up. 

I first heard of Hathaway when a poet friend of mine shared his book All the Hits So Far with me, along with the CD which contained his spoken performances of his poetry. It was pretty cool, if a bit odd – I will always remember “I will windmill kick you in the face!” haha

Anyway, when I found out Hathaway was putting out a music album a few years back, I wasn’t sure what to expect. But I found myself thoroughly enjoying his debut Mouth Full of Dust and his follow-up A Thousand Angry Panthers EP and A Storm is Coming single. They’re the kind of songs that really grow on you each time you listen. 

I repeatedly found myself coming back to his songs without really being able to explain why. Recently, I heard it said of Johnny Cash that his vocals, guitar skills, and lyrics wouldn’t have stood out if each taken separately, but when they were combined they produced the magic that was Cash. I feel similarly about Hathaway. If you’re looking for auto-tuned vocals and slick radio tunes, you’ll be disappointed. But if you’re looking for some down-to-earth, simple, raw, honest music, Hathaway is gold.
 

So when I heard Hathaway was coming out with a new album, I pre-ordered it without having a single preview of note or lyric. Yes, that is how much of a fan I am. And How Long did not disappoint. In fact, it actually surpassed my expectations. Hathaway keeps getting better.

While there are some stand-out songs, this album really deserves to be listened to from start to finish. How Long is a series of story-telling songs related to love – some are happy, some are sad, some are in-between. The acoustic folk sound of this album is fantastic – mellow and soothing at times, peppy and upbeat at others. We are even treated to a couple spoken word songs.

Of course, for me, it’s the lyrics that really draw me in – yes, framed in the fantastic sounds of the songs, but the lyrics always take center-stage for me. Each song feels like a story you could sink into, have it wash over you, explore it, and discover something beautiful.

How Long is an album I will return to again and again. I invite you to join me.

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“Finally Free” by Heath Lambert

In the opening line of Finally Free, Heath Lambert makes it very clear: “This book is not about pornography.” While the book does deal with the issue of pornography and other sexual sins, the book is not about those things. Instead, it is about something far more important: Jesus and His power to free you from sin. Finally Free offers a solution to the pornography problem that, while intensely practical, is rooted at every step in the grace and power of Jesus.

Unlike many resources and books in the genre of fighting sexual sins, I felt that this book put the emphasis where it is truly most needed: on our relationship with Jesus. Practical tactics and strategies are well and good – and this book does include them – but they will ultimately fail unless they are built upon the foundation of a relationship with Jesus. Lambert does an excellent job establishing Jesus as the foundation of his book and then building up from there his “eight gospel-centered strategies for overcoming pornography.” His presentation is straightforward, clear, and engaging – a good balance of both challenging and encouraging the reader.

I would note one area of slight disagreement. In the chapter that discusses pride as the root problem of those who look at pornography, Lambert states that those who teach that this addiction is an attempt to fill an emptiness or loneliness in their life misunderstand the nature of the problem. He asserts, instead, that the core of the problem has to do with selfish ambition. While I really appreciated his insights and agree that selfishness is the heart of the issue, I think he misunderstand the connection between emptiness (a lack of true love inside us) and our own selfish desires. Rather than being mutually exclusive, they actually are two sides of the same coin – in our attempt to find unconditional love to satisfy our existence, we turn towards selfish and destructive sources, rather than to Jesus, who alone can both satisfy and transform us into loving, unselfish beings. Perhaps my disagreement is just a matter of terminology, but I wanted to mention it nonetheless.

Overall, if I had to recommend one book specifically on the topic of pornography, it would be this book. More than any other book on this issue that I’ve read, Finally Free hits the target, emphasizing the balanced nature of Christian victory: active engagement with Christ in overcoming sins in our lives while fully depending on His grace to provide the power to both forgive and cleanse our hearts and actions.

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I received this book free from the publisher through the Booksneeze.com book review bloggers program in exchange for my honest review.

“Second Chances” by Max Lucado

Drawing from Max Lucado’s previous works, Second Chances is a compilation, as the subtitle states, “Stories of Grace.”  Each section contains selected chapters on how God gives grace to all – the rebellious, guilt-ridden, prideful, hurt, etc.  In his classic, soothing style, Lucado addresses these topics with a variety of styles, from personal and modern storytelling to biblical retelling and application.  With each page, Lucado conveys the truth that God’s grace offers us second chances – day after day after day.

Due to the nature of this being a compilation, at times the book lacked overall cohesiveness and flow.  However, as a whole, it was powerful to have a collection of so many of Lucado’s chapters on grace and second chances.  Lucado’s style is a masterful balance between light and heavy – this book is easy to read but also challenges you to think deeper.  In my opinion, sometimes Lucado is too smooth or overly simplistic, but that is also part of what makes him great.  As you read, you are lulled into the easy flow of his words and then you are hit with those frequent moments when it feels like he is writing specifically for your situation and it cuts you to the core.  In those moments, when the love and power of God are so evidently displayed before your eyes, you are grateful for the ministry of Max Lucado and for all the second chances God offers each of us.

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I received this book free from the publisher through the Booksneeze.com book review bloggers program in exchange for my honest review.

here and there

“Somehow I lost my way
And now it’s clear to me
All that I fought so hard to keep
Is all I had to leave.”
(Project 86, Hollow Again)

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Just some excerpts from here and there in my journaling for Shadows & Scars. My apologies for thoughts/transitions that haven't been smoothed out yet. :-)

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I think I understand the cursing of the barren fig tree (better) now. It wasn't the season for figs, so nothing was expected of all the other empty trees. They were supposed to be fruitless. But this particular tree had leaves showing. So from a distance this indicated that the tree would also have fruit. By all initial indications, the tree promised fruit. Yet it, too, was barren. It was an empty promise; merely an outward show. Like the Jewish religion. Like so many of us.

How often we live our lives as such.

How often we wait for and pursue that which, like the tree, will never bear fruit for us.

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And this seems to happen frequently in the Bible and in life.  Those things which seem to contain and promise life to us are often empty.

And, conversely, those things which seem empty are sometimes the sources of life.

Like the fig tree… everything seemed to promise fruit, but there was none. Just like the Jewish nation. But, on the other hand, it was actually the Gentiles who were to carry on the gospel, even though they seemed far from it.

Recently I read about Jericho in 2 Kings 2:

“Then the men of the city said to Elisha, ‘Even though our lord can see that the city’s location is good, the water is bad and the land unfruitful.’”

But God transformed it. Brought life out of the empty.

And in 2 Kings 3. The three kingdoms going to war against Moab. In the wilderness with no water.

“This is what the Lord says: ‘Dig ditch after ditch in this wadi.’ For the Lord says, ‘You will not see wind or rain, but the wadi will be filled with water, and you will drink. … This is easy in the Lord’s sight.’”

Again, something out of nothing.

And, at the same time, a command to destroy that which might seem good:

“Then you must attack every fortified city and every choice city. You must cut down every good tree and stop up very spring of water. You must ruin every good piece of land with stones.”

It seems that God frequently makes commands like this, which seem foolish to us, even harmful, but are actually designed to save us. We see something that we think will bring us life, happiness, peace, but our sight is short. God sees that it will actually be empty for us… or worse.

So instead God turns us to where and how we least expect. To show us that He can see more than we can. To show us that it is only He who can bring something out of nothing. To banish any thought that it was our own efforts, rather than His gracious love which brought us blessings.

I'm not saying that everything that seems good is bad, or everything that seems bad is actually good. But there are times when we get it wrong, when our vision falls short.

Just think of the ultimate example. Israel wanted to crown Jesus as temporal king. They thought an earthly kingdom would be their salvation. But in reality, what they wanted would have doomed not just themselves, but the whole world. And what actually brought life was Christ’s death.

So we must be willing to trust in the vision of God… in what He can see, though we are blind to it.  In our eyes it may be impossible. But in the Lord’s sight, it is easy.

It is hard to let go of what seems good… to put away and aside forever that which we’ve thought would bring us life. But like Samuel, we need to open our ears to hear God say, “How long are you going to mourn for Saul, since I have rejected Him as king over Israel?” And open our minds to the path He has chosen, unlikely and impossible as it may seem.

We may even rationalize that the thing is not bad in of itself, and that may be true, but is it good for you? That is the question. And because I know Jesus loves me, I can trust His answer, even if I can’t understand it.

even in the waiting

“If they do not listen to Moses and the Prophets, they will not be convinced even if someone rises from the dead.” (Luke 16:31)

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I spend too much time tapping my fingers on the table, waiting for God do a little magic trick and prove Himself to me.  Like, “I will believe You are truly loving when You _________” and “When You finally _________, then I will know that I can trust You.” But until then, I just can’t say for sure…

It seems I am not alone in demanding miraculous proof in order to believe.  I am part of a multitude who feels that if God will just show Himself in an obvious way, then our doubt will be removed… that if we can just have that one experience, it will change everything.  Yet experience itself teaches us otherwise.  Those moments can come powerfully and yet when they go, we are still left grasping at thin air.

The Pharisees are my forefathers in this.  With an abundance of miracles piling up all around them, they demanded more.  Jesus spoke with prophetic precision when He said, “They will not be convinced even if someone rises from the dead.”

So what is the solution? Jesus pointed to the Word.  He said that they must first listen to Moses and the Prophets.  They could have all the proof in the world right in front of their eyes, but if they did not open their ears to hear the truth of the Scriptures about Jesus, then all would be in vain.

I hear Jesus speaking the same thing to my heart today.  He tells me to listen. To trust in the Word, in what it says about Him and what His life tells us about God. To trust in the promises of His love, in the guarantee that such trust is not misplaced.  Even though my eyes may not see a thing, I need to open my ears to hear:

“The Lord, the Lord, the compassionate and gracious God, slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness.”
(Exodus 34:5) 

“You are precious in My sight and honored, and I love you.”
(Isaiah 43:4) 

“I have loved you with an everlasting love;
Therefore, I have continued to extend faithful love to you.”
(Jeremiah 31:3) 

“God proves His own love for us in this: while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.”
(Romans 5:8) 

“How great is the love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are!”
(1 John 3:1)

These are words I can put my trust in.  These are the proofs I need of God’s love.  Jesus is proof that God does show up and does come through for us.

Painting by James Tissot

So does God show up in miraculous ways?  Absolutely.  Is it worth waiting for those powerful moments?  Definitely.  But in the meantime, don’t take the absence of God or the presence of suffering as proof against God’s unconditional love.  You can still put your trust in God even in the waiting.

God will come through.  But maybe we spend too much time looking around for those moments, thinking we need them in order to rest in God’s love, expecting them to prop up our faith.  But “faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see” (Hebrews 11:1).  We can rest in His love now, no matter what do or don’t see.

So instead of looking around, maybe try this: close your eyes… and listen.

Washington: A Legacy of Leadership by Paul S. Vickery and Stephen Mansfield

As part of Thomas Nelson’s The Generals series about American military leaders, Washington takes the reader through the life of one of our first generals and our first commander-in-chief: George Washington.  Beginning with pre-Revolution events and leading up to his presidency, this book chronicles both the failures and triumphs of Washington, giving insight into the man we’ve heard so much about and yet know so little about.

To be honest, I haven’t really read much about George Washington since high school (with the exception of a book or two about the Revolutionary War).  And even what I remembered from then had turned into a caricature of the real Washington.  So I found this book to be refreshing because it took me back and gave me a more complete view of Washington than I had before, including insights into his faith.

I was especially interested to read about his life before the Revolutionary War, both in regards to his personal life and his military accomplishments (and defeats).  Knowing more about him before the War gave me a more concrete idea of who he was as he became involved in America’s struggle for independence, and thus makes the story all the more compelling.

I also enjoyed reading about how much of an influence Washington had on the way we run our government and military, and how his faith played an important role in how he understood every aspect of his life and the life of his country.

Overall, the insights into the personal life of Washington were the most interesting and the book was strongest when it emphasized those aspects, while not as engaging when it strayed away from those. I recommend this book to anyone wanting to whet their appetite for Washington, though for a more comprehensive treatment, there are surely other biographies that will better fit the bill.  However, for a concise look at Washington, and especially the role that his faith played in his life, this book does a good job.

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I received this book free from the publisher through the Booksneeze.com book review bloggers program in exchange for my honest review.

Sprouting Up In My Heart

Over the last few years, the word “resurrection” has taken on new meaning for me.  To be sure, the concept of the resurrection has always been happy… but vague.  In the past, thoughts of the resurrection brought to mind non-specific images of the paintings you might see in a church or during an evangelistic series – beautiful but distant; full of people I don’t know.

When I think of the resurrection now, I don’t see these paintings anymore.  I see the faces of those I have known and loved, who have been laid to rest in the ground.  I see specific people, specific faces beaming with joy in the light of the Second Coming.  I see Marissa, a seven-year old girl I met maybe once or twice while visiting my brother-in-law and sister’s school. 

But the last time I went to visit, Marissa’s absence was decidedly pronounced.  I was there the week after her funeral.  Her desk was still there, with a bouquet of flowers on top – not to replace her, but to remind us of what can never be replaced.  There were piles of letters from friends and strangers offering comfort and encouragement, but you could still feel the weight of the shadow of death hanging in the air.  In the back of the classroom, the students’ prayer requests were taped to the wall… heartbreaking requests for God to “help us with our sadness.”

And there was sadness. Much sadness.  I found tears in my eyes often.  The sorrow was only outweighed by one thing: love.  Not just love for Marissa, but her love for each of them.  Her love lingered still.  It was a seed planted in each of their hearts, still growing despite her absence. 

I flipped through a scrapbook filled with index cards the students had written on, describing their favorite memories of Marissa.  So many heartwarming stories about this girl who, like the morning mist, had only graced this world for a moment.  More than one student said Marissa was a best friend.  But it was not primarily her close friends that cut me to the core.  I began to notice a pattern appearing: student after student mentioned how Marissa had played with them – a high compliment in the world of elementary school.  Several students mentioned how she had played with them when no one else would or how she talked to students that no one else wanted to hang out with.  And I thought, “They will know we are Christians by our love…” 

Her love was not selective, but pervasive.  Offered to all out of the overflow of her own heart, out of her relationship with Jesus.  This was not just the concept of love; it was real love that really mattered and made a difference to those who experienced it. I suspect that the seeds she planted will not cease to grow.  And I found that I, too, had a seed sprouting up in my heart.  The simplicity and depth of her short life has forever convinced me of one thing: a legacy does not require many years, but instead much love.

I can’t wait to meet her when she wakes up on that resurrection morning.  I can’t wait for her to see how the love she left behind has grown and spread beyond anything she could imagine.  In her death, she has added to the life waiting to burst forth on that great day. 

With every passing year, every passing person, the weight of death becomes fuller.  The pressure grows, like a spring being slowly compressed.  Only the resurrection will release the tension.  The earth groans, too.  It trembles like a chrysalis: full, ready.  Soon we will meet in the air.  Even so, come Lord Jesus.

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Since I began writing this, my great-grandmother, Tai Tai, has also fallen asleep in Jesus.  She was 96 years old, but I find that even so, her legacy is also one built not upon years, but upon love.  Her beautiful face is now also among those that come to mind when I picture the resurrection.

It seems like there have been a lot of deaths lately, though I guess death has been abundant for quite a while now.  I think of my Grandpa Vanderlaan and my Aunt Teresa.  But I also think of those I don’t know.  I think of the boy from Collegedale Academy.  I think of the multitudes across the face of this earth who are laid to rest in the ground every day.  The earth truly groans.  And so I say it again: even so, come Lord Jesus.