How the World sees the Church

Maybe Next Time

Maybe Next Time
(c) 2008 Scott King

I drop the kids off with you and ask how you are
And get one word answers that aren't answers at all
I ask when we can talk and you say
Maybe next time

You left me for something that you can't define
Chased your passion, abandoning mine
I ask if he's the one and you say
Maybe next time

But sooner or later your moment is done
Sooner or later time smothers the sun
Do you shoot for the moon or try
To make the most of what you've got?

Now your every next breath is harder to breathe
And I ask if your life is what you hoped it would be
And all you can quietly whisper is
Maybe next time

iPhone 3G

I decided a while back that I would buy an iPhone when it supported 3G and had 32G of memory. One down, one to go.

In a related note, due to the additions of Exchange support and the Cisco VPN client software, I expect that the company I work for will soon allow iPhone use on the internal network. And if they do it, I would imagine a lot of other companies will as well. This will open up the market to a lot of potential users who wouldn't have otherwise considered it. Of course the lower price won't hurt, either.

Don't You Know

Don't You Know
(c) 2008 Scott King

Reflections in the window
Of the cars that keep driving past
And the steam coming off the coffee
Clouding up the glass

Relentless rain from this morning
Still washing out the street
Staring across a lifeless table
At an empty seat

Don't you know you should be here
Don't you know that I'm your man
Don't you know I've always loved you
Don't you know...

Never was one to say much
But you knew that going in
And it was what I didn't say
That became my greatest sin

All these things you were waiting for
And I didn't know what they were
You needed me to say it
You needed to be sure

Don't you know you should be here
Don't you know that I'm your man
Don't you know I've always loved you
Don't you know...

Anything Would be Better

Anything Would be Better
(c) 2008 Scott King

The radio brings in another day
Go count time for the same bad pay
Another trip around the sun and
Another chance for change is gone
When dreams are dead the future goes black
Anything would be better than that

Hiding the hurt up under her sleeve
Praying for the day he decides to leave
Hoping her little one doesn't see
Another distraction she doesn't need
Like a fighter with her shoulder pinned to the mat
Anything would be better than that

When the same small hope in each of us
Wasted away and turned to dust
Where are the things we were taught to trust

Talking to a friend the last couple of days
His and hers going their separate ways
But there's little bonds that never end
When everyone loses, no one wins
You cross a line and you can't go back
Anything would be better than that

Time for a change

I've decided to take a slightly different path with this blog since I'm no longer on staff at a church and don't plan to be for the foreseeable future. Rather than covering the scope of all technologies relevant to churches, I'm going to limit posts to the subject of music (but not just praise and worship).

Recently some friends and I have been recording some really good music, but as I've been attempting to write the lyrics for that music something interesting has happened; the words have been weaving stories of the struggles and breakthroughs of human life. That's not to say that the next album will be entirely secular, because there are a couple of songs that do worship God in a very genuine way, but the rest of the songs say things in such a powerful way that I can't just ignore them.

It's going to be interesting to see where this goes.

RIP: Jimmy Brown

April 6th, 2008

Thursday Night Jam

A couple of months ago a friend of mine started coming over on Thursday nights to play around in the studio. We recorded what we played and sometimes a song would come out of it. Two weeks ago two more friends joined us and we had a complete band. The bass player lives in the next state and can't make it very often, but the drummer, guitarist and I are going to make a regular thing of it.

Out of all this are coming some really good raw ideas, and I think most of them will become full-fledged songs, so I guess you could say we are officially working on the next album.

The really interesting thing about it is that all three of the players are from different churches that I've been involved with the past several years. Chris and I met at Victory North, Ben was on staff at Corridor Church, and Jeff was the bass player at Community Fellowship until recently.

I'll post some pictures of what we're doing in upcoming posts, and maybe some video as well.

Friendship

Ed Young said something very interesting in a sermon once, and I've seen it play out over the past month in a very real and very personal way. Someone had asked him how he went about choosing his staff (most of which have remained with the church since the beginning), and he said that to really know who is committed and who is not, you have to go through a crisis. Then turn around and see who's got your back.

What he's really saying is something my friend Gary has mentioned several times on his blog; his staff are his friends.

The past month has been a real eye-opener for me, because it has shown me who my friends are and aren't. People can say they are concerned about you, praying for you, ad nauseum, but your real friends will call. They'll text. They'll come over and hang out with you. And most importantly of all, they'll have your back.

Needless to say, my list of friends has been trimmed back recently and I'm a little surprised by some of the names who have stayed and some who have gone. Some are no surprise at all because they are the same people who've been there for years and will probably still be there when I'm 90. Some I've only know for a few months, but their character has really shown through. Others I thought I knew well, but in the end I guess I didn't really know them at all.

One thing is for sure: I would do this month all over again just for the sake of knowing who my friends are. You can't buy that.