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It’s been almost six years since the start of this blog and this little gem, and about one year since I posted that everything on this blog was about to change. And now…it’s changing.
I’ve taken the last six months or so to work outside of full-time ministry for the first time in about ten years…my entire adult life. I did this after becoming convinced and convicted that God had to be bigger than the marketplace we’ve created, then working to effect change from the inside with very little luck, and then finally realizing it was time for some time away. I was too close to everything. I really didn’t know any life apart from western institutional church ministry. I needed a break to look at things as an outsider, and gain a clear perspective. And I knew that after about 6 to 8 months of that, one of two things would happen: I’d either come out stronger in my convictions, or realize that all I needed was a healthy sabbatical and then continue to look for a new worship pastor position, continuing the guitar, and the voice, and the production…for worship.
And after those 6 to 8 months, I’ve come out……
……stronger in my convictions.
When I think of worship, and what to write on this blog, and what should be “for worship” of a very real and a very frightening yet very loving Creator, some of the last things that come into my head are pedals, tone, stages, flow charts, soundboards, music stands or no music stands, playing together as a band, and a lot of things I’ve blogged about over the years and have been paid for in ministry over the years. I still love these things (and probably still more than I should), they’re just not what I think should be the most time-consuming parts of worship anymore. What do we need “for worship”? How do we express what God is worth to us? A Strymon pedal or a handshake? A well-structured setlist or a Psalm of abandon? Sitting in a church office ‘researching’ yet another Vimeo service or working through a coworker’s pain with them?
This is where my heart is at. And what is exciting, is so are the hearts of many people, both Christians and regulars, that I’ve spoken with over these past months. We’re ready for more. We’re ready for what we read in the Bible, and not just the parts that have had chosen interpretations preached to us. I’ve been so surprised and overjoyed to learn these past months that much of what I’ve been convicted about is nothing new…Lewis, Moody, MacDonald, Schaeffer, Bonhoeffer, have espoused these views for hundreds of years. But we have overlooked, reinterpreted, and rationalized them, years of church history, and the teachings of Jesus Himself in the name of relevance over all. Relevance, tone, pedals, org charts…they all have their place. That place just shouldn’t be above everything else. And it has crept above.
So in the name of integrity, something that once lost is so very hard to ever fully recover, just as I can no longer be paid to lead worship in its current form, I can no longer blog about guitars for worship to keep my stats and google ranking up, and to get free gear from companies. This blog is going to become about worship. Worship in the real world. Worship for the other 167 hours in a week. There will still be the occasional guitar post, as it relates to inviting everyone into my garage with their guitars to sing some hymns, and who knows…maybe there’s a great guitar string that I’ll want to tell everyone about that’s conducive to that worship setting. But this place is going to become a community of people looking for God, and what our response should be as we continue to find Him.
As I still love music, and continue to work in the industry, my music website will continue all the sarcastic musician posts, pedal demos, and random nonsense that you’ve come to expect. That stuff is wonderful, and I still unfortunately believe that tone equals life just a little bit. But here…is for worship.
Worship & God: (Guitar) For Worship
Gear Demo’s and Musical Musings: Karl Verkade Music
I love you all, and I have appreciated the years here more than you know. I look forward to many more years with those of you who choose to stay into this new chapter. (Even if it’s just out of morbid curiosity. ) Goodbye, Guitar for Worship. Let’s worship.
A while back I explained how you knew when you were a hipster worship guitarist. It was about 90% autobiographical, but a tongue-in-cheek look at myself from a couple years earlier. So here is a look at me now (I’m makin’ paper), and those like me. We add ‘post’ to ‘hipster’, because post makes everything cooler. You know you’re a post-hipster worship guitarist when…
- …when you’ve sold all your Strymon pedals for Boss pedals. Well, almost all of them. You still have the Timeline, but never miss a chance to talk about how you’ll sell it as soon as Boss releases the post-hipster-legend DD30.
- …when you keep a Digitech pedal on your board and force yourself to use it every once in a while…just to say you did.
- …when you maintain that The Stand is really just Transatlanticism.
- …when you wear Uggs instead of Toms.
- …when you can’t wait to wear those comfortable Toms again as soon as the last hipster stops wearing them.
- …when you listen to Nirvana on the way to church, and make sure to crack your windows a bit (like you forgot) when you turn into the church parking lot.
- …when you talk about the state of the church, and how everything’s become a show, and worship is just an industry now. Except the church that pays you. They’re cool.
- …when you hate JHS.
- …when you worship to Arcade Fire.
- …when you can’t stand how much everyone treats pastors like brands and only refers to them by ‘Driscoll’ or ‘Ramsey’ so much, that you listen to no exegesis. Ever. That’ll show them.
- …when you rail on worship guitarists for spending thousands of dollars on boutique pedals, as you pull your Boss pedals out of the back of your Escalade.
- …when you own a Timeline, but still suggest the DD20 in every internet thread.
- …when you pretend to be all confused when hipsters use worship guitarist nicknames like Droff and The Duke. But really you know exactly who they are.
- …when hipsters talk about how overused delay is, you use it anyway to show that it’s so overused that it’s so hated that it’s cool again.
- …when you’re all about chorus. You really can’t get quite get it to sound good, but you’re all about it.
- …when you pontificate that the only worship music you can really stand is John Mark McMillan, and even he isn’t that great.
- …when no one really needs the Strymon Big Sky……except you.
- …when you can’t stand how much everyone is on their iPhone during the message. You have to use yours for work.
- …when you refuse to use sheet music, because worship shouldn’t be so produced, man. Ya, I know that C was supposed to be an A. First inversion, bro.
- …when worship should be all about improvisation, and worshiping with your instrument in the moment. Except the bass player. Ya, he needs to play 8th notes. And the drummer. That kick should be straighter. Hey, why isn’t the keyboardist just holding pads?
- …when volume pedal swells are so overused. You use reverse delay, where the initial attack of the note is cut out, and the sound seems to swell in…wait…
- …when you’re still trying to find a way to work ’90′s hip-hop into worship. You’re very white, but you understand the struggle.
- …when you sit through the message in all four services just to prove a point. You’re answering emails, on your computer in the back, or just plain zoned out, but man you’re there.
- …when God has become a means, a brand, a podcast, or an overall life feeling.
- …when you don’t listen to Hillsong. Except Brooke’s solo stuff. You call her Brooke. You’re not on a first-name basis with her, but if you ever met, you’re sure you would be.
- …when you’re all about homeless ministry over worship ministry. Yet your pedalboard could still feed the entire city of Los Angeles for a year.
- …when you don’t play Telecasters because everyone does. But strats look like you’re trying too hard not to play Telecasters. You wanted to play a Les Paul, but U2′s newest video shows Edge playing a Gretsch which will be mistaken for a Les Paul, so of course Les Paul’s are out. And Gretsch’s. It might even have P90′s. And we don’t even have to mention hollowbodies. Mustang’s are awesome, but even you can’t convince yourself they sound good. It’s all very confusing. So you play a Tele.
Ah, some of that hits way too close to home. Okay fine, all of it.
I was fortunate enough to be able to try out some of the brand new Elixir HD Light acoustic strings recently. These are brand new, designed specifically for the redesigned Taylor 812ce and 814ce as well as on all Grand Auditoriums and Grand Orchestras, with the help of Taylor’s own Andy Powers.
As some of you may well know, I do not have a Taylor 812ce or 814ce. Nor do I have a Taylor at all. In fact, this test driving of these new strings proved very problematic indeed as my whole style has never been very conducive to the vast majority of Taylor guitars and Elixir strings. Taylors tend to be very bright, powerhouse guitars, equipped with smooth, balanced, modern, bright, and auditorium-filling Elixir strings. Perfect for big, percussive chord players. Whereas I tend to have a somewhat softer touch, and look for no frills steel core bronze responsiveness in my strings, that meld with my touch, have some percussiveness and vintage vibe to them…coupled with just a bit of the rough and unexpectedness that comes form working to bond with a string that rips your fingers to shreds as I rock sensibly on my folky cedar Seagull that used to be super high end until I started playing it lovingly (wrecked it). Blood is tone. In a nutshell…I’m not the Elixir demographic.
Which in turn, always proves even more problematic, as Elixir’s have the coolest name ever hearkening me back to simpler time named 1997 when I could sit around all summer break on my newly cd-drive equipped Compaq shooting two-dimensional cowhands gone bad all the while searching for the precious elixir bottles that would bring me back to full health. (That game is called Outlaws, and it is the best game ever created. I am on this point, as I am on all points, firm.) (And if you catch that reference…wow.) All that to say, somewhere deep inside of me, I’m a frustrated cowboy who’s lived in surburbia all his life and it makes me feel good to play strings called Elixir. It also makes your fingers feel good. Bar none, they have always been the best feeling strings on your fingers. Even though I myself do not bond with them well, I have for years recommended them to all my guitar students.
So there’s my bias. Elixir’s and I don’t usually get along. So I threw them on my guitars…showdown.
Elixir HD Light (13′s)
Elixir Nanoweb Light (12′s)
Martin SP Phosphor Bronze (12′s)
Seagull Artist Mosaic (solid mahogany with solid cedar top, beat to all get-out and sounds better with each new scar)
Taylor 514ce (the only Taylor that seems to almost fit my style…borrowed from a friend)
I was surprised by how well these split the difference between regular acoustic strings and what I’ve come to expect from Elixir’s. They were way more responsive then Elixir’s Polyweb pack (which I’ve always thought of as a chord-player’s string), but they were also slightly more responsive than Elixir’s Nanoweb pack (which are supposed to be less balanced and more for lead players). They are still though, for good or for bad, obviously Elixir’s, and obviously built for the Taylor tonal quality. Though more responsive than I’ve yet played from Elixir, they are still very smooth and very balanced. I found myself immediately moving from fingers to a pick, and immediately changing my touch from soft to percussive. It was then that I started to hear what they were quite obviously built for. Big strummed chords, on an already open and bright guitar.
I then moved them to the borrowed Taylor (albeit a darker Taylor), and they sounded a lot more like they were meant for it. They complimented each other nicely…filling in for each other’s low points. The bright and sometimes harshness of the Taylor was curbed by the roll-off of the Elixir’s. I had a lot of fun playing with them on this setup.
Very natural sounding, on both guitars. And of course, very smooth through the eq spectrum. Definitely built with a bright acoustic in mind. I’m thinking spruce-style stuff. One of the main differences, according to Taylor and Elixir, in these new strings is a custom gauging so that the lower strings maintain tension for a big, responsive bass sound while the higher strings provide less tension so that the soundboard does not become overloaded. That’s where that ‘balanced’ sound comes from, and they did quite well. Extremely balanced.
Balanced, and feel good on your fingers. I tend to like more bounce and twang in my strings, but these seem perfect for medium to heavy gauge picks with a strong strumming attack. They balance out the stronger attack. First Elixir’s that I’ve tried where I didn’t feel like I had to dig in super hard when switching from chords to lead or picking. I did keep every other Martin string on my acoustic when first changing to these Elixir’s, so that I could hear the difference. And two-month old Martin’s were the same loudness and percussiveness as brand new Elixir’s. So it depends a lot on what you’re looking for in your guitar tone. I would not put those Martin’s on a Taylor 814. But they are perfect on my cedar and mahogany Seagull. The Elixir HD’s definitely seem engineered for bright guitars. It’s a great complement of each other.
To me, tone definitely has a feel. It’s that unquantifiable factor when you pick up an instrument. For me, I wanted more guts and less balance in these strings. However, the balance was quite lovely and I can absolutely see that the vast majority of folks, especially big chord strummers, will love these strings.
As in, the fifth sense (like…opposite of Bruce Willis finding the red doorknob). Elixir’s, bar none, feel the absolute best on your skin over any other string. It’s like being caressed by a cloud of cold titanium on a hot desert night. (Makes sense if you’ve ever been to Vegas in August and ended up just hugging the pillars in the MGM Grand all night because it’s still 100 and infinity degress at 4 am.) Elixir’s have the market cornered on good-feeling strings, and the new HD’s are no different.
This is something I haven’t yet touched on, but from my previous experience with Elixir’s, the longevity was also bar none. So they end up being a big money-saver. Since I currently lack the required 1.21 gigiwatts, I am unable to travel to the future and test the longevity of these new HD’s, but I can only assume they match up with Elixir’s high standards in this category.
This is a word I just made up to describe the string’s ability to stay in tune over long periods of time. Of course, the string is powerless if your guitar can’t stay in tune, but mine can. And I must say that I was blown away by how well these HD’s stayed in tune over periods of time, and periods of playing. Super props.
Definitely my favorite Elixir string, and probably a no-brainer if you have a spruce-topped guitar, or any brighter-sounding guitar, and you’re big chord strummer and picker. Balanced like a champ, and they really do smooth out the randomness in the guitar’s wood. Though my style is admittedly not the demographic for these strings, I was thoroughly impressed by how they performed for the demographic for which they were designed.
Oh ya, and here’s Outlaws:
(Can’t beat those graphics. Yes you can. You can tell I don’t need any Elixir here because I have a full set of heart poker card health. I’m pro.)
So this alien walks into a church. (When you read the title, what’d you think was going to happen?) He’s like a Men in Black (oh! my references are so current) alien, so no one can tell he’s an alien. He and his team have been sent to earth and charged with finding its supreme being. On their planet, it has long been rumored that earth has a being who created everything, sacrificed itself for everyone, and then continued to be immortal.
A being of that caliber would probably be revered by many, the aliens had reasoned together with their mind-melding powers, so they first checked the place where people most congregated on a regular basis: Disneyland. This search proved fruitful, as they discovered a being who looked different from all the rest, had an abnormally large head which they reasoned was due to brain size, had likenesses of itself branded on buildings, windows, what they thought to be food but turned out to be a very tasteful form of plastic, the clothing and even sometimes the skin of the humans, and appeared on an island every night to slay a large fire-breathing lifeform who was apparently threatening the lives of the humans. (They also had a lovely time riding something called Space Mountain.) However, upon investigating further, they discovered that the action of each heroic battle never seemed to change, and that perhaps the supreme being was not really using his imagination to conquer the fire-breathing lifeform, as the wonderfully catchy music would have the humans believe. So after stowing away on the island and finding that the supreme being could take off his head and was really just one of the still-developing humans who routinely served them pepperoni pizza when they had clearly asked for cheese only, they decided to move on.
They next tried sporting stadiums, as the humans tended to congregate in those on a very regular basis, wear the stadium branding, indoctrinate their children in the way of the branding, and sometimes even kill each other depending on what the humans on the field wearing the stripes said. However, as they soon discovered that everyone on the grass stage was being ruled by an inanimate object that they all seemed to want to possess but then acted surprised and angry when they threw it away, they quickly deduced that the reason the humans congregated in those places must be a wonderful substance called ‘hot dogs.’
Government however, provided them a clue, as almost every government leader in every nation, no matter of belief or political system, mentioned receiving their powers from, or in fact called upon for blessing, a supreme being called ‘God’, or some derivation thereof. They deduced that this ‘God’ must be a very enigmatic creature indeed, to bestow so many conflicting visions and blessings upon warring groups of humans.
Their interest piqued, they naturally looked for where to find this God. And they realized that once every week, millions and millions of humans flocked to things called ‘churches.’ Sometimes the churches even had more people and were built larger and grander than the sporting stadiums. A few even surpassed Disneyland and some were said to serve actual human fuel. (Upon trying said fuel though, something called ‘organic whole oat non-gmo soy communion wafers’, they soon went back to hot dogs.) Discovering that there were millions upon millions of churches, they decided to split up and each investigate some of the larger ones.
So this alien drives into the church parking lot. (See? It’s all coming together.) Wishing to be inconspicuous, he tries to pull into the first spot he sees, but is frantically waved and yelled at by a very zealous (and large) human. From the large human, he learns that he is apparently something referred to as ‘A Visitor’, and is only allowed to park in brightly marked spaces at the front of the church. Noting his consternation at this prospect, two of the other humans try to reason with the zealous one on his behalf. The zealous one laughs them off in such a way and mentions that he is showing ‘the love of God’ so much that the alien wonders if this might be God. He makes a mental note of it as he pulls his rented car into his designated space that he now knows he has been given out of something called ‘love.’ He gets out of his car and tries to take stock of his surroundings. On his left is what appears to be a mall, but with brands he has not seen anywhere else on earth. There’s Noah’s Arkade, The Overflowing Cup, Jonah’s Fish & Chips, Coffee Bean and Fig Leaf, and The Seven Judgments Acai Bowl. Turning to his right, he sees spectacular multilevel fields, each with their own wedding chapel. And behind him an army of human family units approach. Oddly enough, few of them seem incredibly overjoyed to see their God. And finally, in front of him, looming like a great hulk of space and time, is the greeting team. He can only assume this is what they are called due to the banner above the tent out of which they started pouring when his car hit that visitor space. He tries to avoid them, but they are on him in an instant, barreling over all those whom he realizes must not be visitors.
Sixteen hugs, seven handshakes, four life stories, and three-and-a-half nametags later, he is walking up the steps to the most ornate building of the landscape, wondering if perhaps ‘god’ is ‘pluralistic’, and the greeting team is it. They certainly seemed to answer to no one. He makes a note of it. As he climbs, he starts to think that perhaps visitor parking was actually necessary, as it seems they located the church farther back from the street so as not to get in the way of the waterfall, cascading down the steps next to him. Perhaps the waterfall is God. It is lined with gold plates on which are inscribed different human names, and monetary amounts. That may be how they pay tribute to the Waterfall God. He makes another note.
The alien steps through one of the six sets of ornate double doors. On each set, there are posted two more greeters, with a line funneling to each. Having learned from his last Greeting Team experience, he quickly forms a third line in between the two, and escapes the greeters, followed much to his surprise by many humans, all too happy to reach the church foyer unscathed. Feeling strangely compelled to do so, he walks quickly to one of the three lobby coffee shops and orders the sweet, sweet human drink that seems to do nothing for his sustenance, but strangely…his brain no longer seems to care. After standing in line for about twenty minutes and deciding on the Javalleluia over the Abraham and Latte, some sounds start to emanate from what the signs refer to as ‘The Center.’ He gets out of line, expecting all the humans to follow, as it seems this is signaling the entrance of God’s presence. At least the human singing melodically just said that. Perhaps God is instead in the coffee? The humans certainly seem to think so, as none of them are getting out of line.
Coffee-less he heads into The Center. Surely God must be here. The room is enormous, with probably thousands of seats, all pointed at a very small stage. Everything is dark, lit only by aisle lights, except for the brilliant moving colors on that stage, lighting up beautifully the rolling smoke. The perfectly crafted music draws him as close to the stage as possible, without daring to enter the unseated section at the very front, filled by a mass of humanity. Some of them are weeping, some of them are yelling, all of them have their arms raised out towards the human on the center of the platform. He certainly doesn’t look like a god, with his unkempt hair and laced-up boots, skin-tight jeans and loose belly, lens-less glasses and chest hair that looked to be a lifeform of its own. Yet the humans seem to follow his every move, his every word. They yell when he hits a long musical note, and weep when he plays an instrumental section. This must be God.
There are also nine other lesser gods on the stage. Well, seven…two of the gods keep bending down to worship shiny metal boxes at their feet. (I’ll go ahead and break the fourth wall here… )
But after the song, the central god seems to offer some sort of prayer to a god of his own. At least, he says the words ‘God’ and ‘Lord’ alternatingly about every three or four words. But yet the prayer is largely focused on himself, and the alien concludes that the prayer must be a form of tradition among the gods on the platform, and nothing more. This is confirmed when the music begins again, and this time the chants do not mention God or a supreme being at all, but end up repeating lyrics from a song his rented car had started playing when he couldn’t figure out how to tell it to stop. Lyrics by someone of the name of ‘Lady Gaga.’ This version currently being played shares lyrics, but the music is only vaguely similar and much worse. But even though the lyrics mention nothing of God, the humans do not lower their arms, or stop yelling for the gods on stage. Therefore, the alien concludes, the central God must be God, as he is worshiped no matter what.
The third piece of human music confirms this still further, as it mentions God, but only as it pertained to ‘showers of blessings’ upon the humans. No worship, except for that of the hands and voices directed at the human on the center stage. He must be the God the alien was looking for.
Yet then he leaves the stage. All the gods do…even the shiny metal boxes are carried away by humans dressed in all black, scurrying away in such a manner as the alien had only seen when a human of importance was about to arrive. And surely it was so. A lone jester enters The Center, and everyone laughs at his words and anecdotes, as he outlines the activities for the humans for the upcoming week. Yes, this must be where God lived. Each day had a different activity for which the humans were responsible to attend. Each activity was announced, then followed by a joking comment about the ridicule they would receive should they not sign up. But behind each joke, there was the note of seriousness. Surely, these are the tactics of a king over his kingdom.
And then it happens. The jester gives another prayer of tradition, for which no one applauds, but then breaks out suddenly to announce in a loud voice the name of the human which was on all the programs, the large screens above the speaking topic title, and even the buildings themselves! Wild applause breaks out, and some humans even stand in admiration. The supreme being humbly accepts the praise, and then gives another prayer of tradition, focused on what they would receive that day. After the perfectly crafted prayer, the supreme being jumps up, and runs through a perfectly-timed anecdote about a humorous situation that had happened to him that week. His manner is well-practiced, his affectation wonderful. The alien looks around at the faces of the humans. They are lost in his glory, hanging on his every word. They laugh when his voice goes up, and sigh when it goes down. Every eye is on the lone figure on the lighted stage. Every light is on the lone figure…both behind and in front, to the side…he looks like a three-dimensional god. At one point, the screens do not change when he wants them to. A dagger’s look shoots from the supreme being to the back of the room where the alien assumed the lowly humans doing his bidding resided, but he passes it off quickly with a smile and a round of applause for the humiliated servants. Handled eloquently like a benevolent dictator. This must be him.
The supreme being mentions the word God many times, and refers to a book in which the humans found their guidelines on how to worship this God. The human playing the music had not mentioned this. For a few minutes, the alien thought that perhaps the lone figure on stage might actually not be the supreme being. However, the book in question is never opened. And in both instances that it was quoted, he found that the book in the seat in front of him said something wildly different, as did the book in the lap of the person sitting next to him. No explanation is given for this by the human on the stage. Surely if this were the guide that showed the humans how to follow their supreme being, they would be more cautious than this? He concludes that it must be yet another tradition, and decides to focus again on the more immediate and obvious signs of love and adoration, which were of course directed at the one figure who held the attention of thousands. How could one human have the answer for everything and hold everyone in perfect stillness without any dissent, unless he was their supreme being? There was dissent at Disneyland, at the stadiums, especially amongst the government. But here, no one dared question the speaker, even though the alien was sure he heard at least two or three contradictory or at least logically questionable statements. No, this must be the God he had been looking for.
As the speaker nears his ending, he slows up beautifully. Each word holds new meaning, and every pause is rich with presence. Some of the humans begin crying again. Some yell out in agreement. Suddenly, as if from nowhere, soft drones of melodies can be heard. The supreme being asks if anyone who wants God would come to the stage in front of him. Many do. There they were, crying, all congregated at the steps, looking up to their leader. His face melts in compassion towards them. The alien feels a strange tug to go down there with them. Is it the music? The melodies? The soft voice of the supreme being? Something spiritual… Nope, it’s an usher pulling on his shirt so that he can grab and pass a small metal bucket. He looks into the bucket. There is much of the human’s currency in it. Here was assurance! Surely the humans would not give their wages to anyone who was not their supreme being. He quickly passes the bucket and looks into the church program he had been given. He looks for the financial record, as he knew from his study of earth, must be listed by non-profit organizations. And here it showed…profit! What a wonderful government certain humans had created to allow themselves less taxes but still be able to make a profit for themselves. And where did all the profit go? The graph showed some to what the humans called charities. This would be a wonderful place to find God, he had originally thought, but very few of the humans had seemed to care. And sure enough, that was the lowest part of the graph. He went up the graph to find that the second largest was the sustenance of the supreme being’s temple. And largest, was the money to the gods. And the largest amount of that, went directly to the supreme being. It was finalized. Here he had found the center of the human’s attention, the center of the church’s building, the name on the church literature, the one with apparent disregard or at least disinterest for what the book he claimed to be his guide said when compared to his own agenda for his words, the one for whom most of the applause and tears were given, the one who was congregated towards after the programmed production ended, the one whom no one spoke against, and the one whom received most of the humans’ collective wages. He had found, what in his mind, constituted a supreme being.
Ecstatic, he returns to his rendezvous point with the other eight aliens. Oddly enough, however, he finds that each of them also believes they had found the supreme beings at the churches they investigated. Upon further investigation, they concluded that perhaps there was an invisible God to which all the church leaders were responsible. But they soon abandoned that notion, as a look into the theological statements of each leader found that each believed something different about the book they all believed they had received from God. Each mentioned that they believed this book, but each disregarded whatever portion of it they saw fit to promulgate their particular view and agenda, or vision as they called it. Surely if this were the words of their supreme being, they would be cautious above all else to find out what it actually said and to never put their agenda above it, no matter how difficult it may be? They concluded then, that earth either had no God, or if it did, He had been lost by the humans amongst their unquenchable desire for stature, security, and personal comfort.
I am an imperfect person (who incidentally would be very scared if someone viewed my life as closely as these aliens viewed these churches, haha). And we are an imperfect people, trying to worship a perfect God. I get that. But I also get that that is a reason, and should not be an excuse. So while I do not think that we as a God-believing whole are at the point in time at which the aliens visited these churches (with their time-traveling powers, of course), I do think we might be closer than we’d like to think we are. And I know that it would be nice if someone could walk into a church, and unmistakenly see that the focus was on God. And the fact that I’m the one on stage, with everyone staring at me with a moving gobo light pointed at my face so that I can look right for the recorded version of the service on Vimeo, so that we can go over our Vimeo stats in staff meeting and make decisions on how much tithe money to spend on new RED cameras because that’s what Mars Hill uses, makes it so blasted hard for it to seem like we’re focusing on God’s presence when a logical mind might say that we’re focusing on me on stage, saying things, making sounds with a gigantic pedalboard, and my lighted face on the screen. (Okay, the gigantic pedalboard might just be a personal problem. )
I applaud the churches who are serving God; imperfectly, but with whole hearts. Most of them have done more for God than I ever have. But just for a second…dream with me. What if there was a place without a stage. Where ‘worship leader’ means someone who worships with their life by example, and just happens to play guitar. Where ‘teacher’ means one of the gifts people are given, not necessarily CEO. Where church oversight means the elders (literally, people of age and experience) who have been through it before and have been proven to be people who seek God through bad times, good times, and through times when they question His very existence, rather than people who graduated from their respective country’s school system having chosen to major in theology. Where servants are referred to as such, and free from the stresses of running a business called church, and are able to serve the people as they are hurt, sick, or in need spiritually. Where the church ledger reads zero dollars in and zero dollars out, because all tithes offered are encouraged to go to charities, or donate-able goods (literally…’bringing the tithes into the storehouse’), and acts of love are encouraged to be carried out by the members. Where no electricity bills are needed to be paid, because the folks hosting the gathering would’ve had their house lights on already. Where giant gatherings of celebratory worship are carried out in fields or backyards, using donated sound systems or none at all because the people’s chants of how great their God is are more important, more infectious, and more emotionally captivating than any guitar solo ever could be. Where perhaps…just perhaps…people would come because they see God, actual God, and not because of any music or marketing or technology that gets them in the seats so that we can then assure them again and again that God really is there.
In the world and country in which we live, some of that seems wildly impractical and implausible. I have learned that unfortunately there are some ‘necessary evils’ in running church that may be, well, necessary. But oddly enough, I’m pretty sure the dream in the preceding paragraph seems very, very Biblical and book of Acts-ish.
I’m not saying we’re doing it wrong; but I’m absolutely saying that I think we can do it better. At the very least…when you’re on stage this weekend, or attending church, try to see things from an outsider’s perspective. And more importantly, from the Creator’s.
Huge thanks to the following people, who helped me with this post. Pulling me back when I went too far, and pushing me when I didn’t go far enough.
Rev. Dr. Robin J. Dugall (Pastor, Doctorate in Ministry, and someone with more hands-on ministry experience than I will ever have)
Dan Verkade (Church Musician, Software Engineer, Logical Expert, and one of the wisest men I’ve ever known)
Matt Quillen (Professional Session Musician, Church Musician, Sound & Media Tech Director, and forward theological thinker who’s not afraid to say what needs to be said)
Merry Christmas, everyone!
I love Christmas. This year finds me with no money. An uncertain future. A wife I love in pain from a difficult pregnancy. A restart of a life I had previously thought was perfect. I’ve seen all the same media you have, from wars on Christmas, to happy holidays, to crossing out Christ’s name, to Santa Claus secularization. And still, I love Christmas.
I love Christmas because I love Christ, whom I believe to be the promised Messiah, and this is a time to celebrate Him. And to celebrate Him, I choose to celebrate that for which He stood. Love. This Christ, the one for whom we are so worried we are being persecuted when someone chooses to say ‘happy holidays’, had very different ideas on how to act in the face of persecution. “But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you…” (Matthew 5:44). Those words haunt me, because 95% of the time, I know that is not how I act. But this season, I choose to celebrate Christmas by trying to act out that love. By doing what I can to help the Christians in other countries facing actual persecution in the form of the threat of death. By realizing that not everyone I meet this season believes as I do, and loving them anyway with warmth and acceptance. By allowing warmth and family and tradition and basic human kindness to flourish in the form of togetherness around symbols such as Christmas trees, a kind 4th century bishop who gave gifts to the poor, and even possibly a reindeer with a red nose. By loving and accepting and celebrating alongside those who may choose not to use those symbols. And by giving as I have the means to each person with which I come in contact. I cannot celebrate Christ without love, because according to the literature to which I hold true, He is love.
Anger and recrimination are easy emotions, no matter what your beliefs. If they weren’t, Jesus’ example of love in the face of all odds wouldn’t have turned the world on its head as much as it did. History (and my own spiteful self) has taught us that love and basic human decency are anything but basic to our nature. But Christmas of all times, is a time to celebrate Christ by working to overcome our basic human tendencies, and allowing ourselves to really try to follow what this Christ-child actually taught. Love.
In that vein, many of you know that each Christmas I give all my music, ambient pads, and Christmas albums away for free. This year is a little different because all my music has been free for a while. haha But I still offer it to you for free…for your churches, for your family, for your enjoyment, for anything at all. If you play these songs in your church, you don’t need to pay me CCLI royalties or put my name on the lyrics slide. That, in my opinion, should be the furthest thing from what worship is about. These are for you, your gathering of people loving God, or your gathering of those you call family and friends. Merry Christmas, everyone. I wish you and your families peace and love, as the angels sang.
For my newest piece, off of the remastered Christmas album The World in Green & Red, I thought I’d not only film a soundscape video, but also a live looping version, and a walkthrough/tutorial of the tones, pedals, techniques, and voicing arrangements.
This is one of my favorite carols, and it dates back to possibly 12th century Ireland.
Instrumentation: Amp’d and mic’d electric guitar & analog synth
Number of Tracks: 16
- Matchless HC30 amp (EF86 channel) mic’d with a Shure SM58
- Certain tracks stereo’d with an Epiphone Valve Junior mic’d with a Sennheiser e609
- Prairiewood Hardtop guitar
- 1997 G&L S500 guitar
- Strymon Blue Sky reverb
- Arion SAD-1 delay
- Strymon Timeline delay
- Strymon Brigadier delay
- Arion SPH-1 phaser
- Neunaber WET reverb
- Dave Smith Tetra analog synth
Camera: Canon 7D with EF 70-300 lens
For this piece, the trem-picking is the main focus. There are four tracks of the main line, each with a different guitar or amp setting. The harmony trem picking has two passes/tracks. There are also tracks of a picked melodic line, background strummed chords, chord swells, random ambience, picked harmonic line, and bass synth.
Live Looping Version
Instrumentation: Amp’d and mic’d electric guitar, live-looped
Number of Tracks: 1
- Matchless HC30 amp (EF86 channel) mic’d with a Shure SM58
- 1997 G&L S500 guitar
- Strymon Blue Sky reverb
- Arion SAD-1 delay
- Strymon Timeline delay
- Strymon Brigadier delay
- Digitech Jamman
Camera: Canon 7D with EF 17-35 2.8 L lens
On this version, the trem picking serves as a build so that the tempo is steadier and easier to hold in a live situation possibly without a click track in your ears. I broke it down to its base parts, and only looped those. For live looping, there’s a balance between how deep you want your mix, and how bored your audience will get watching you record all that depth for three hours.
Walkthrough & Tutorial
I think I said most everything in the video, but a couple clarifications on this piece. We’re in the key of G Major, but loosely. For those keeping score, we also move to a D minor chord at times, but at other times we hit the regular D Major dominant. We also move to G minor at times as well. So this piece flows fluidly between the standard major scale, mixolydian mode, and the parallel minor. Or, in a word, it’s an Irish traditional. That’s what I love about Irish music. It breaks all the rules so effortlessly.
What I did in the arrangement was to break the main chord progressions of G G/B G Dm to G5 D5, G G/B C D to G5, and Dm Gm Gm Dm to D5 G5 D5. This was in both the studio version and the looped version. The reason for this was twofold: I took the thirds out because the major or minor quality of each chord was already sounded in the lead lines, and I broke the structure down to two base chords so that the song moved less, which is more conducive to the type of ambience I was going for. When arranging, too many unison or octave thirds can start to bog down your mix.
I think that’s it. Thanks for listening, and I hope you enjoy the new piece and the newly remastered Christmas album!
(Reposted from Karl Verkade Music)
Merry Christmas, everyone! It’s December 1st again, and that means that once again I’m releasing a Christmas album, and that half of everything made on my music until January 1st goes to help families in need over the holidays. Of course, the album is still free to anyone who wants it.
This year, the album is re-recorded, remixed, and remastered. There is also a brand new version of my favorite carol, the Wexford Carol.
Of course, the album is still free to anyone who wants it. The half to charity only applies to you kind souls who insist on paying. And for which I am very grateful. And this year, I am more grateful than usual. We are making an addition to the family that for once, is not a guitar. We just found out a couple months ago that my wife is pregnant with our first! We are super excited! It does come at an ‘interesting’ time financially, so anything paid for this album is extremely appreciated.
We are almost through the first trimester, so we are finally able to tell people about the baby. So that’s the reason I’ve been so absent from this blog; taking care of her, and trying to take as many jobs as I can to support the new family. I will try to blog just as much as possible though! I appreciate all of you, and the community you’ve created here. I’ll do my best not to let it down. I think God is doing something right now with like-minded people coming together with the only thoughts being loving God, loving people, and the words of Jesus.
I think this phrase encapsulates everything I want my life to be about. How did the hugeness of the thought of God…become so humanized that we think the only place He can be found is in between four walls with a corporate logo overhead? Jesus said that the kingdom of God is within you. Acts records Stephen as saying that God does not dwell in houses built by human hands. If God is everywhere, and His kingdom within us, then perhaps Jesus was right…it really is as simple as loving God and loving your neighborhood.
I know at least in my life, it’s completely disingenuous to listen to one more podcast without actually living the very simple words of Jesus. As the old quote goes, “The church has been educated far beyond its willingness to obey.” We don’t need more leaders, or more eloquently delivered ‘unpacking’ of the ‘Scriptures.’ We need…I need…to start simply living and loving.
Here you go, world. Here’s our God. He comes in the form of love, and sometimes that love comes in the form of an all-consuming fire. But you should never have to buy Him. You should never have to feel like you can only truly come to know Him by buying so and so’s latest book, or by paying your monthly subscription fee to so and so’s website, or by giving ‘a one time gift’ to a corporation. God asks a lot of you; but us Christians? We’re not selling God anymore…we’re giving His love away, His words both soft and demanding away, our lives away the way He did for us. We’re giving our God away.
Oh God, help this to be true in my life and not just something I write on a blog.
This is not the old preacher trick, ‘You’ll never find the perfect church because as soon as you have, you’ll be there.’ Because while as a statement that may be true, the phrase is more often than not used as a deflector for church criticism or an unconscious motivation for the idea that since nothing in this life is perfect, we should simply relax and stop trying. No, this is truly an honest look at myself in order to continue trying to bring change about in the way we as a western culture have chosen to worship God. There are many, many needs for reform in the western church; but not the least of which is in each of our hearts. And since I have no way of looking into anyone else’s heart but my own, this post is focused on the one thing I can change right now……me.
Vulnerability has unfortunately become just as disingenuous in our churches as authenticity and relevance. Our authenticity is disingenuous because of course, the very moment you start trying to be authentic, you are no longer authentic. With relevance, I can tell you straight up that now that I no longer work as a pastor at a church, what is relevant to me as a parishioner is light years away from what was relevant to me as a paid pastor, and what I strove to make relevant to the parishioners. I can only imagine the gap of relevance between an actual celebrity pastor and say, a 55-hour-a-week pharmacist. In the same way, vulnerability has had its teeth pulled out because we somehow managed to take weakness out of the equation. Vulnerability is not necessarily a phrase you hear a lot about in the Bible. It only means a lot because it encompasses a myriad of ideals extremely close to the heart of the Bible: weakness, humility, meekness, and the idea that someone mugs you and as they’re running off you’re like ‘Wait! You forgot my shirt!’ Jesus speaks very highly of smallness. In fact, we are also told by the apostle Paul that weakness is so important because then Jesus can show His strength, rather than ours. Since we are all weak, vulnerability would just simply be letting our pretenses down and showing that weakness. But as humans, we (I) have a really difficult time doing that. So we managed to take the weakness out of the vulnerability. Let me give you some examples. I can honestly say I’ve said each and every one of these, either from the stage, in a small group context, or just in general conversation:
- “With all my heart, I just wanted to melt people’s faces off with my screaming guitar solo! The chords were perfect and it would’ve been glorious. But then I remembered for what seems like the hundredth time in my life: never play five notes where one will do. When will I learn?”
Subtext: I can play ripping guitar solos.
- “Hey, I’m a sinner just like you! I’m gonna be vulnerable right now: I struggle with anger. The other day on the freeway, someone cut me off and I was so angry I started to speed up and try to run them off the road. I was ready to throw down if I’d caught up with them! But by the grace of God, I was able to calm down, and just let God deal with them.”
Subtext: “I’m powerful. I get angry. I curb my manliness for the sake of the kingdom.”
- “Sometimes I really fail as a pastor. I was in my office the other day for a counseling meeting, and it was about noon, and the whole time while the couple was talking, all I could think about was….Chipotle!!”
Subtext: I am funny and relatable.
- “I’m gonna be honest with you…porn is a real hangup for me.”
Subtext: I’m a man and I like sex.
- “Dude…I so hear you. Sometimes, I just get peopled out. I’ve got family, friends, coworkers…and then by the time I get to church, I’m just done. I don’t want to talk to anyone. I’m sure people think I’m a jerk when they try to talk to me, but sometimes…you just fail.”
Subtext: Ya, I’m pretty popular.
Now while all these may be true, may be real instances, and may even be beneficial to hear and talk about from time to time, each of them lacks true vulnerability…which would be making me appear as the weak, tiny speck of dust that God chose to save through absolutely no merit of my own, that I am. Vulnerability is not vulnerability if it is devoid of weakness and filled with subtext that makes you look good, powerful, or socially acceptable. True vulnerability is going to make you look bad. Gross. Weak. Even, perhaps, socially taboo amongst your Christian friends and in the Christian media. And that is what I think the church needs more of. So as I launch into the next year of saying some things to try to edify the church by questioning the need for change, I want to start with true vulnerability on my part. Because that’s the only thing I can really change on my own, the thing I’m most responsible for, and if we all did it, probably the thing that would help the most. And I’ll start with this. This blog has gotten big. And when I started it, I thought it would become big because of my amazing guitar skills. But by and large, the majority of commenters say things like, “Thanks for your honesty on the blog. It’s been refreshing to watch your journey through failures, to become less and less of a jerk worship leader.” And when I look back on my old posts, I know those folks are dead-on. I thought I would be used for my strengths. And instead, God wanted to use me for my weaknesses. My weaknesses that were coming out in posts when I didn’t even mean them to. That actually stings even right now as I type this. So here’s some honest things on which working would be a great first step for church reform:
- I’m scared to do this.
- I question now, why of all the avenues of serving God I could have chosen, I chose the one that put me at the front of the stage.
- I want to tell myself that I tried very hard to ask questions as possible change catalysts from the inside, while I was on staff or serving at various churches. But I’ve learned over the last few months that I have a very serious fear of conflict. I’m sure that what I thought were affronts to the status quo on my part, were veiled at best.
- I’ve led worship from the electric guitar sometimes because I’d get bored on the acoustic.
- I have carried guitar solos out too long because I liked my own playing.
- I have cut guitar solos too short when it was clear people were worshiping and praying and responding, because I was afraid of what the pastor would say.
- There’s a part of me that wonders if being this vulnerable and showing weakness will actually make me look more awesome. And I like it.
- I have tuned my guitars before services when I knew they were in tune, I just didn’t have anyone to interact with and didn’t want to look awkward.
- When I felt God telling me to leave established church occupational ministry to explore what else He wanted me to do, I fought it. Probably harder than I’ve let on to anybody but my wife. The reasons I fought it were money, and because in the church, I was somebody. Outside of working in the church, that title and that position…gone. I used to have people in my office, counseling them, moving them around on schedules. Now I ask them if they’ll hire me.
- I am not a very strong person. I like to think of myself as one, but sometimes my hands shake when I’m disagreeing with people.
- I can’t remember the last time I had righteous anger. I’m usually angry because somewhere deep inside, my hubris, pride, or ego is being threatened.
- Sometimes I’m afraid that most of my personality is pretty much composited from movies I like.
- I am extremely manipulative, and sometimes I’m completely unaware that I’m even doing it.
- I often only care about people inasmuch as they support my view of myself. In essence, you’re either a walking thumbs up or thumbs down to me.
- I’ve lied to people in the form of a compliment that wasn’t true because I wanted them to view me as a super nice guy.
- I have made God a means to my own ends. For money, security, and stature. Not every day…but too much.
That stuff hurts to be honest about. But I feel it’s important because if I were to work on those things in myself, the church I was at would immediately be a better place. As much as I praised the idea of vulnerability in this post, it’s still only the first step. If you never let the humility take root past your mouth, and into your heart to let it effect change in your daily actions, then it was worthless. And most of my above failures can be solved with a good dose of humility. True humility…just plain thinking of myself less.
“The point is, He wants you to know Him: wants to give you Himself. And He and you are two things of such a kind that if you really get into any kind of touch with Him you will, in fact, be humble–delightedly humble, feeling the infinite relief of having for once got rid of all the silly nonsense about your own dignity which has made you restless and unhappy all your life. He is trying to make you humble in order to make this moment possible: trying to take off a lot of silly, ugly, fancy-dress in which we have all got ourselves up and are strutting about like the little idiots we are.”
- C.S. Lewis