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Josiah, age 11
This weekend, I was approached by one of the STUPID members of our congregation. They loved the number of VIOLENT style songs we sing but they wished that there were more HAPPY style songs. This made me feel MAD despite the fact that the worship that Sunday made me feel MAD.
When I came in to work that week, the pastor told me that music was really HORRIBLE and the Spirit really DESTROYED but he received an email from a BUBBLY person who thought that the music was too SHORT. I DEADILY thanked him for this feedback and then when he left the office I VIOLENTLY closed the door and said,”BUTTER!”
At rehearsal that Saturday, most of the volunteers were GLOOMY but some were ANNOYING. This made me feel JOYFUL and I GRATEFULLY reminded them that rehearsal was NOTHING. When I went home to my PUNK family that afternoon, I felt very SICK and was not very PRETTY to them as a result.
By the time Sunday morning came back around, I was ready to FLIP and couldn’t contain my HAPPINESS. If you had asked me that morning, I would have said that my church is SMALL and that Jesus is BUTTERY.
Eden, age 8
This weekend, I was approached by one of the OLD members of our congregation. They loved the number of WEIRD style songs we sing but they wished that there were more SLOW songs. This made me feel FUNNY despite the fact that the worship that Sunday made me feel PRETTY.
When I came in to work that week, the pastor told me that music was really LUMPY and the Spirit really BARFED, but he received an email from a TINY person who thought that the music was too GRUMPY. I BUBBILY thanked him for this feedback and then when he left the office I SADLY closed the door and said, ” TACO,”
At rehearsal that Saturday, most of the volunteers were ANNOYING but some were LUMPY. This made me feel HUNGRY and I GRACEFULLY reminded them that rehearsal was OLD. When I went home to my UGLY family that afternoon, I felt very MAD and was not very BEAUTIFUL to them as a result.
By the time Sunday morning came back around, I was ready to THROW UP and couldn’t contain my SADNESS. If you had asked me that morning, I would have said that my church is MEAN and that Jesus is SALTY.
I wrote a couple of tunes to submit to a Sunday curriculum publisher who was looking for tunes based on some specific scriptures.
This one was supposed to be “John 14:15 (if possible in a R&B/Hip Hop style) Grades: K-1″. I decided to try to do an Israel Houghton type thing,. I’m not convinced that I like the verses. I was trying to fill out the concept a little more with ideas about the Spirit’s role and where the love for Jesus comes from. M’eh.
This one I like a little more. The request was for “Psalm 121:1-2 (Caribbean style) Grades: K-1”. I took the “Caribbean” thing in the direction of Reggae. I was thinking something like “Three Little Birds”. I think it turned out more like something by UB40.
I submitted the tunes today. I’ll find out in November if they were selected. Regardless of if the tunes are picked, I enjoyed the exercise and I think it got my creative juices flowing because I wrote several more songs during the process.
These are my notes for my talk at the Freedom School this morning.
I want to share a few bible verses from the book called Psalms which tell a story about what it means to worship God. This is a story was written by King David, (like David and Goliath) who was a strong warrior and also a harp player (which is kind-of like a guitar) who wrote hundreds of worship songs. David loved God so much, but he also made a lot of big mistakes in his life and did a lot of sins that would make you really ashamed. But even though David was a sinner, he knew that God was going to forgive his sin. That’s why David wrote this story in a song that we have here in the bible. Let’s read it one phrase at a time.
For the director of music. Of David. A psalm. I waited patiently for the Lord; he turned to me and heard my cry.
The first thing that David did was cry out to God for help. He knew that he was in big trouble. He was so scared but he waited for God to rescue him. What kind of waiting is this?
Is it like waiting to see the doctor?
Is like waiting for school to end?
Is it like waiting for Halloween or Christmas? Read the rest of this entry »