When November Falls


Hi Friends,

As the colors of fall begin to overwhelm us, it’s a good time to reflect on the changes that are happening in and around our lives. We live in a state of constant transformation. Our future is unfolding at this very moment. I know that some may find this a daunting thought, but I find it exciting.

Not knowing what’s around the next corner thrills me.

There are days when I can’t wait to get up and get going because I know that change is going to be revealed in my life. I experience life in this way because of my relationship with God, because I’ve surrendered my life into His hands. I trust that today and tomorrow will occur under His loving watchful eye, and all that I need to do is lovingly respond.

The leaves will continue to fall from the trees and the cycle of life will continue through the winter that lies ahead for us. We can choose to walk that journey in many ways. The choice is ours, we’ve been given that freedom. My prayer is that you yield to His loving nature and joyfully journey through the divine seasons that have been prepared for you.

Call me, text me, tweet me, message me, email me, write me… we’ve been brought together by God for a reason.

As always, remember you can send an anonymous email to for prayers and encouragement.

Pray on,


November Notebook

171023 E.M. Promo 2sqI’ll be greeting the month down south as I re-energize for the ‘Hope Love Joy Peace‘ run through the northeast. These seasonal dates include some of my favorites.

November 8 will mark the first anniversary of the release of The Consequence album. I’ve had so much fun performing it over the past year and have been blessed by your continued support.

The end of the month will also find me back in the studio as I’ll be prayerfully be working on the next worship album. And on that note let me thank everyone who has already committed to praying over the project. As our prayer team continues to grow I know the blessings will also.

Song of the Month

November Schedule

11/12/17 [Sun] Souled Out Radio, Hamilton Square, NJ 6:00pm (solo)

11/18/17 [Sat] Christmas With A Twist, Wilkes-Barre, PA 7:00pm (trio)

11/25/17 [Sat] HeBrews Cafe, Wilmington, DE 7:00pm (combo)

12/02/17 [Sat] Souled Out Basement, Philadelphia, PA 7:00 (combo)

12/09/17 [Sat] Solid Rock Cafe, Chalfont, PA 7:00 (combo)

12/16/17 [Sat] Transformation Church, Mays Landing, NJ 7:00pm (combo)

12/17/17 [Sun] Sunday Worship & Talk Radio, Hamilton Square, NJ 4:30pm (solo)

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Pray on!

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Hey friends, this is going to sound familiar at first, but I promise it’ll end differently. I’m recording a new worship album and it’s on my heart to invite you to become a partner in prayer with me. That’s it! Just partner with me in prayer.

Pray over the writing. Pray over the message. Pray over the musicians, Pray over the engineers, Pray over the equipment, Pray over the promotion. Pray over the expenses. And most of all pray that it touches those that He wants it to touch.

2 Corinthians reveals that when we pray together, the church prays. If the church prays,TWA Cover 1 then each and every portion of the project will be covered, and that would bless my heart greatly.

Pray with me whether it’s once a month, once a week, or once a day. However the Spirit leads, pray.

The worship project is a call to a prayer campaign, instead of a financial pledge campaign, a call to pray for the project as community, a community that collectively represents the wisdom of God.

Nothing would bless this project more than your prayers.

If you haven’t signed up to the email list as of yet, now is the perfect time. Sign up and receive updates and free mp3s as the project moves forward. I’d be blessed to share what your partnership is creating. Click here!

So don’t Go Fund Me, Go Pray For Me!

Love you all!

Pray on,



The Faint Shadow


I’ve never been one who hated cloudy days. I’ve never been one who threw the covers back over my head because the sun wasn’t out. I’ve never been one who felt depressed and listless because it was a grey day. Now give me a string of these days and I might start to weaken a bit. I don’t know where the cutoff point is, but I know I have a limit as to where I begin to crave the warmth and positive vibe of the sun.

Our shadow is a mistake free measurement device. On a bright sunny day it’s bold and brave like it could take on the world. It dances freely with us as we bounce through the day. But as the sky becomes littered with clouds it loses some of its confidence and begins to weaken and become faint. Even in the dead of night the moon will provide a glimpse of our shadow. A full moon on occasion may even pick up your spirit.

In the larger picture, our shadow takes the temperature of the light in our lives.

There’s the natural God given light, and then there’s the artificial man made light. The qualities of the man made light are different then that made by God. That shouldn’t surprise us should it?

Without getting all scienced-up, there are some things that are beyond our comprehension.

Artificial light is just that, it’s man made, it’s less than a perfect replacement. Nothing can replace a God given wonder.

Now by definition, a shadow is a dark area where light from a light source is blocked by an opaque object. So if the light source is God, and you’re the opaque object, what kind of spiritual shadow do you create?

So here’s where I’m going, follow me now. Your spiritual shadow, is it bold and brave, or is it weak and faint? Does God’s light shine so brightly on you that your shadow make a distinct marking on the world, or are you living in a space where the cloud littered world causes you to reveal a faint shadow, a shadow that lacks of confidence?

Your word is a lamp to my feet, and a light to my path. (Psalm 119:105 ESV)

Regardless of whether you wake to the sun shining or not, Jesus provides a light for us at all times, and in all seasons. Our spiritual shadow never needs to grow faint, or crave nourishment.

The unfolding of your words gives light. (Psalm 119:130ESV)

Being in His word means never having to pull the covers back over our head because of cloudy conditions.

It means there’s strength, a light shining a path for us even when the darkness causes us to stumble, to become depressed and or feel listless.

Our physical shadow may become faint, the sun may not rise everyday with the same vibrancy as the day before it, but our spiritual shadow can always be bold, it can be filled with a heavenly love, it can have a bounce that is beyond understanding. It only needs to be caused by His light.

Pray on,




Love’s Arm Around My Shoulders


Giving thanks always and for everything to God the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ. (Eph 5:20 ESV)

A new chapter of my life has been unfolding these past few weeks, the pages are crisp and clean, and I find myself unabashedly grateful. I’m grateful for a God who loves me, and who continues to bless me daily.

I’m on my way out of the shadow of my father’s death. The road before me will not always be easy, but I travel with a constant companion in my Lord and Savior. The two of us will march towards tomorrows smiles and tears together, and for that, I find myself thankful.

Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you. (1 Thes 5:18 ESV)

So as I write this morning, I lift up my words to Him, my great King. My thoughts of praise and worship are offered to the One who has, does, and will always embrace my life.

I write from thankfulness, from a heart that cries of joy, from a soul that knows of peace, and from a faith that knows no other.

I write as a mourner who knows healing, who knows a love that surpasses all understanding, and knows of a hopeful and joyful path to eternity.

In all times, in all places, and in all circumstances I offer my complete life as a sacrifice, honoring His will for me. It’s the least I can do.

And whatever you do, in word or deed, do everything in the name of the Lord Jesus giving thanks to God the Father through him. (Col 3:17 ESV)

I’m embarrassingly blessed. I don’t deserve the life I get to live. Sure I do my best, but inevitably I come up short at the end of the day, and yet the blessings continue to rain down. So it is that whatever I do in word or deed, I do in the name of the Lord.

Prayerfully I go forward striving to appreciate the grace that surrounds me, and to recognize the Love that always has an arm around my shoulders.

Pray on,



Create In His Name


So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them. (Gen 1:27 ESV)

I’m currently the owner of a clear mind and I’m loving it. It’s a mind that’s free from darkness, it’s free from obscurity, and it’s even free from cloudiness. It’s dictionary clear. There’s no discoloration, no defects, not even a blemish. It’s a gift that’s been lovingly given to me, and graciously received.

It’s with this new found clear mind that I’ve become truly inspired to create again. As I was walking through my previous season of servanthood, I neglected to keep a balance in my life, and I wandered away from the God given gifts that were there to feed and strengthen me.

I wasn’t aware of it at the time, but by not having symmetry in my life, I was missing some deep emotional opportunities to be creative.

But I’m now experiencing a heightened sense of harmony. I’m beginning to explore other areas of expression. Some of these I haven’t visited before, and a few others are outlets I’ve long left behind.

And he has filled him with the Spirit of God, with skill, with intelligence, with knowledge, and with all craftsmanship, to devise artistic designs, to work in gold and silver and bronze, (Ex35:3-32 ESV)

I’m not sure where any of this will lead, but that doesn’t seem to matter at the moment as the journey itself seems to be the most important thing right now.

Embracing the process is a luxury that sometimes gets lost when we find ourselves being enslaved to deadlines.

While in the studio I’ve had to remind myself on more than a few occasions to remember that this is fun. That’s how and why I fell in love with it in the first place. I create for that exciting moment when a mistake becomes the catalyst for something beautiful and new. I wonder for the stream of conscious work that seems to have been created by someone else when experienced the following morning. I have to be more mindful of not letting go of that.

And so that’s where I find myself at the moment. I’m filled with this childlike enthusiasm, and I can’t wait to open my new box of crayons… whatever that may be. And that in itself is motivating me to see, hear and think about things differently.

Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men. (Col 3:23 ESV)

This place that I dwell in right now has been provided by Him. The surrounding expressions of love and wonder have been produced by Him. The gifts have been bought and strategically placed are by Him.

So one thing’s for sure, I’m wholly inspired by the Author of all things, I’m encouraged by the love that He lavishly expresses over my life, and I’m honored to be given the opportunity to create in His name.

Pray on,



Called To Freedom


Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. (2 Cor 3:17 ESV)

After a period of time in which I was a full-time caregiver, I now find myself experiencing a new found freedom. New found in that I’ve never experienced freedom in this manner. It feels completely different than anything else I’ve ever felt before. As is often the case, it appears that I’ve been changed by the season that’s just passed, and that I’ve grown to see things in a new light.

My time of serving was wonderfully fulfilling. It brought me a deeper understanding of myself.

I learned things about myself that were gratifying, and also at times disappointing.

You see we have the freedom to learn from what we live. We can learn from our successes, and we can also learn from our failures. It’s the essence of our journey. We wake as one person, and through the Spirit’s guidance, we can end the day as another.

And you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free. (John 8:32 ESV)

But now I find myself in new territory. I’m walking on ground that I’ve never walked on before. I’m in a place that I never knew existed. I’m living a freedom that as of a month ago was unimaginable.

The truth is my values have changed and I’m seeing the world differently.

I’m now facing each new day with a different set of possibilities. I’m daring to imagine things I never did before. I’m experiencing a rush of exciting thoughts and ideas and the joy is overwhelming.

For you were called to freedom, brothers. Only do not use your freedom as an opportunity for the flesh, but through love serve one another. (Gal 5:13 ESV)

And so I’m writing like I haven’t done before. I’m writing with a renewed purpose. I’m writing with the full intention of sharing what I’ve gone through, and how I’ve been changed by it. I’m writing out of a sense of servanthood, out of a love for my brothers and sisters in that my journey may enlighten just one person, that it may lead someone to the truth, that it may lead them to the freedom from whence they’ve been called…. for we’ve all been called to freedom.

Pray on,




Be Happy, I Am!


I’d like to honor my father by remembering the seasons of his life. To do that I have to start with a childhood that seemed to be littered with every illness known to man at that time. Remarkably through God’s grace he survived those weakened moments of his early life.

My father was blessed to be only one generation away from farmers. Because of this, though growing up in the Hunting Park section of Philadelphia, he grew up spending his weekends and summers on the family farm in Doylestown, PA. Though the time away created a little distance between him and his father, it enabled him to grow a deeper bond with his two uncles. At eleven years of age he was driving the tractor and by fifteen was making the milk and egg deliveries. The farm was also a blessing in that it always provided food for the table during the depression years.

My father missed his high school graduation as he had enlisted in the Navy towards the end of World War II. He served his time on a fire boat in and around the sea of Japan. Upon arriving home after the war the government had a program that enabled veterans to receive a small stipend of money each week for one year as a way to ease back into daily life. My father wrote that he became bored after a couple of months and looked for a job.

What followed was a forty plus year career with General Electric, which started in a warehouse and ended with a private office atop 3 Penn Center by Philadelphia’s City Hall. He had managed to rise to a level where he was the only one without a college degree.

It was during his early years at GE where he and my mother decided to spend a lifetime together.

My father until his last days always spoke of my mother as being one of, if not his greatest earthly gift from God.

My sister and I were brought into this world in a row home in the Olney section of Philly. My grandfather was politically involved and knew someone who helped my parents find the home during the post war housing shortage. We lived there until 1962 when we moved to Bustleton, and my parent’s dream home, in the then suburbs of Philadelphia.

As I was at an age where I was becoming more aware of my parent’s lives, I can recall the endless hours my father spent working on our church’s financial issues.

His passion, and gift, for finances was a way for him to serve God through those years.

I know that the news of my sister Lynn’s condition was a tough time for both of my parents. But as the years have passed, our lives have been so much fuller by having her blessing as part of them. We have grown in so many different ways by having her remind us what’s important, and what isn’t. My father was especially touched and grateful by the enlightenment she brought to his journey.

I can’t overlook my father the musician.

My father spent the first year of his piano lessons without ever touching a key.

That would never fly in today’s world where parents want to hear a song played by week two. He spent a year writing out chord inversions and learning harmony and theory. He was remarkably talented at creating different harmonic beds for melodies. I have a lasting memory of him yelling out the chord changes of a swing tune in real time as they were flying by as we sat by the beach one afternoon. He loved to play a supportive role to the other musicians in his band, always allowing them the freedom to express themselves. That supportive role was evident in most, if not all of his life.

In his later years he was really honored to be a lay minister. He loved to visit the homebound and hospitalized, to talk with them, and mostly to just be there for them. Administering communion was never something he took for granted. Even in this latter season, he was blessed to serve God.

Looking back as we do on these occasions, I’ve found a journey that’s connected with faith dots. My father’s life was peppered with moments of preparing, moments of providing, and moments of protecting. In short, a life of servanthood. We didn’t always see eye-to-eye, but we enjoyed our last twenty plus years together as best of friends. There was never a time in my life when I couldn’t go to my father for help… and a few times I know it must have been hard for him.

But if there’s a message here, it’s about living a life that is not centered on you, but on others.

My mother, my sister, the church, GE, friends and family can all attest to that fact.

In closing as I was going through some papers a week or so ago I found a small sheet that laid out my father’s wishes for this day. At the bottom of the sheet there was a section that read, ‘any last comments you’d like to make?’ My father wrote, ‘be happy, I am!’

You want to remember my father? Be happy, he is!