Phew. I made it. It took all 31 days, but I made it.
Between wrapping up some stuff with work and scheduling two guest performers to come in and record, the timeline got full real fast. But Taylor (vocals) and Zeke (drums) were absolutely amazing with their creativity, precision, and attitude. We had a great time and I hope to work with them more in the future. Be sure to check out Zeke’s band, Shiloh Hill and their upcoming album and tour!
Throughout my creative process, there have been a number of times where the ideas seem to be “confirmed” by a number of unexpected places. Like a network of streets that lead you to the same places, daily interactions with people and places feed the same concepts with creative energy. As I started reflecting on Exodus 3 where the Lord appears to Moses in the burning bush, it was touched on in Sunday school, a conversation with a friend, and I was reminded of it being the source of inspiration for a piece of art my wife Hazel made.
In the story, the exchange between God and Moses is both spectacular and baffling. On one hand, the Lord does this miraculous thing where the bush is on fire, but not burned up. He speaks to Moses directly, commissions him to lead one of the most important events in history, and gives us a name by which to call Him: I AM. Then on the other hand, Moses realizes the holiness of the moment, then promptly tells the Lord of lords and King of kings that he is not the guy for the job. While I have tendencies to think of Moses’ behavior as ridiculous, I have seen this sort of thing play out in my life too. “Here I am Lord…send me…except make it easy and not scary because I’m not entirely certain you’ll follow through…”
Perhaps Moses does what I often do: forget that we were woven together in the depths of the earth. Known before we were in the womb. Created specifically in His image as a child of the Kingdom, who would grow to inherit robes of righteousness and a crown of glory. When we forget that, forget the source of who we are and how we are, we start feeding the unbelief that the Lord will provide and that His arm is not too short.
So that is what this song is about: shutting out the lies, leaning into the truth, and flourishing in the light of His love.
I mentioned a work of art by Hazel earlier in this post. I had read a book that included a number of meditative/reflective exercises, and one of which involved the name of God – that’s the tetragrammaton for all you big theology word lovers. In Hebrew, it was written without vowels because it was believed so holy, that to even utter it was to take it in vain. It is where we get “Yahweh” from. The letters are transliterated into English as, “YHWH.” If you place them vertically, they happen to form a sort of stick figure person, like so:
It is a beautiful way to be reminded that we were spoken into being by the Creator, and that we bear His image. Hazel made a beautiful artistic rendition of this, and that is the cover image for this months song.
Without further ado, I hope you take a moment to listen, and that it is encouraging and worshipful for you.