The Get-Rites offer a bunch of their music for free.

You can listen to a song I co-wrote with frontman, Tom Feldmann.

We heard some Adam Duritz wannabe on Mountain Stage singing about how he’s dying inside.

Molly wondered, “How else can you die?”

The real line: “You broke the chains. You rose to life.”

Orison, unwittingly: “Jesus, you broke my heart, you raised the chains.”

If the first verse of a song shows that the writer intends to rhyme, the unrhymed verses that follow look like laziness.

For me, the rare joy of exquisite songs arriving unexpectedly outweighs the more predictable pleasure of simply pressing play whenever I want.

Should we interpret worship songs according to the Bible passages the songs are based on or according to what the songwriters meant?

We sat near some encouragingly awful singers at church yesterday—vociferous and atonal, contentedly disregarding everybody but the One they were serenading.

It rings hollow when donor-funded stations raise money by saying they’re the only or best place for us to find commercial-free music.

There’s nothing we can do to save ourselves.

Jesus already did it.

What’s left is to come on up to his house.

Jason Harms just posted a song he recorded that I wrote the words for. The music is Finlandia. The interpretation is Harms’s.

Here’s a favorite in our household. “The goat song,” as Orison calls it. Yodeling, castles, tubas, romance. What else do you need?