No empty words...
I have a confession. I have no musical talent whatsoever. This is not news for those of you who have had the unfortunate fate of sitting in a pew beside me or joining in our family “singing” prayer at dinnertime. I can’t carry a tune in a bucket. The only thing I play well is the radio. Oh, I wish I could sing, and on the rare occasion when I hit the right note I can assure you it is purely accidental. I envy those who can sing and play more instruments than I can name. How I would love to be able to sing like James Taylor or Jack Johnson. I’ve long said that it’s probably best that I can’t, because if I could I would just sit at home singing to myself all day. I’ve also long believed that we don’t know the power songs hold over us. When I was a youth pastor I often had to call my youth on the songs they posted to their Myspace page. There was one song in particular I had to tell a young lady that I couldn’t even talk to...
