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Simple Things

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Hi Friends,

April, and it’s fools, are here like it or not. Are you one of those practical jokers? I’m not… usually, but I have had my foolish moments over the years. I do know that bringing a smile to someone’s face never grows old, and inspiring laughter in an increasingly dark world always leaves me feeling good.

Solomon wrote that, ‘a joyful heart is good medicine,’ and ‘a glad heart makes a cheerful face.’ That sounds simple doesn’t it? Think about that, it requires very little effort and it’s virtually free. So as the first days of April arrive, let them be filled with smiles, laughter, joy and gladness. Let them deliver good medicine and cheerful faces.

 I’ve found that the simple things in life can be the most rewarding.

It’s my prayer this month that we can find the hidden happiness in the simple things in life, and that we can bring a smile to the faces we meet.

It’s my prayer that the world begins to find it’s way back to him, to allow his embrace to bring comfort, strength, and wisdom, and a vision of a peaceful, loving place to live… the spring of our content.

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 prayer@eddymann.com for prayers and encouragement.

Pray on,

Eddy

 April Notebook

Eddy-Mann-Logo-2L 850x850April 03, 2018 will mark the release of my new album Simple Things. I’m excited to present this project and the art work that inspired it. You can check out what they’ve been saying here at JamSphereBeachSlothNo Depressionand Mid TN Music.

April also begins an eight week run of interviews, along with coffeehouse, concert and worship events. I’ll be live in solo, trio and combo settings, I hope to see you all! Check out the calendar below.

This past month blessed me with three 2018 IMEA nominations and an Akademia Award, thanks to everyone who has had a hand in making that happened.

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April Schedule

04/05/18 [Thu] Pop Roxx Radio, Deerfield Beach, FL 7:00pm LIVE Interview!
04/06/18 [Fri] The Well Coffeehouse, Portsmouth, VA 7:00pm (solo)
04/07/18 [Sat] The River Room, Virginia Beach, VA 8:00pm (solo)
04/10/18 [Tue] The Paige Roberts Show, Athens, GA 7:00pm LIVE Interview!
04/14/18 [Sat] S.A.L.T. Glenside, PA 12-4pm (combo)
04/14/18 [Sat] Daniel’s Den Cafe, Pipersville, PA 7:00pm (Worship Circle)
04/15/18 [Sun] Truth United Ministries, Willow Grove, PA 10:00am (solo)
04/22/18 [Sun] Truth United Ministries, Willow Grove, PA 10:00am (solo)
04/27/18 [Fri] Holy Land Christian Theater, Paradise, PA 7:00pm (trio)
04/28/18 [Sat] Holy Land Christian Theater, Paradise, PA 1:00pm (trio)
04/28/18 [Sat] Emmaus Road Cafe, Lancaster, PA 7:00pm (solo)
04/29/18 [Sun] 4th Street Coffeehouse, Columbia, PA 5:00pm (trio)

More info at eddymann.com

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The Spring of Our Content

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Hi Friends,

March is arriving as usual with the announcement of spring in a few weeks. As we continue through nature’s change of seasons, we are reminded that our journey is also one of change. The excitement of what lays ahead can be exhilarating or daunting depending on your view. One thing for sure, it will be arriving.

There have been many lives changed this past month by a world that is seemingly out of control, so I understand those who may harbor some concerns about what the future holds, but we don’t worship a far away God, we worship Emmanuel, a God who is with us at all times, a God that continues to embrace our world even as it falters and pushes him away.

There’s a peace in knowing that if you are in him, he remains in you, and that he has plans not only for you to succeed, but also to complete.

So as the month of March arrives, as spring begins to bloom around you, it’s also a perfect time for us to blossom in our relationship with him.

It’s my prayer that the world begins to find it’s way back to him, to allow his embrace to bring comfort, strength, and wisdom, and a vision of a peaceful, loving place to live… the spring of our content.

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 prayer@eddymann.com for prayers and encouragement.

Pray on,

Eddy

 March Notebook

Eddy-Mann-Logo-2L 850x850March 6, 2018 will mark the pre-release of my new album Simple Things. This project has been back-burnered a bit, so I’m pleased to see it’s release on the horizon April 03, 2018.

The initial reviews have been positive and have created a little buzz of excitement. You can check out a few here at JamSphere and BeachSloth.

There are also two reflective and informative interviews circulating at No Depression and Mid TN Music.

March 06, 2018 will also be the release of the first single The Dancing Lesson which is also the Song of the Month.

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March Schedule

No live dates this month!

More info at eddymann.com

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Unbreakable

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Hi Friends,

I’m writing this from a barrier island in South Florida and can’t help but appreciate the blessings in my life. It’s amazing to me how we grow unaware of the grace that’s poured out into our lives everyday.

We live a life of blind abundance, surrounded by the most astonishing love.

This month is the seventh anniversary of a song that I wrote on Valentine’s Eve back in 2011. At the time my life was a collection of colliding calls. Musician, teacher, worship leader, coach, father, husband, son… the list was endless and so were my days.

It’s the only time in my twenty-seven plus years of marriage that I forgot, or rather put off, a Valentine’s gift. So as the hour drew late on that winter night I prayed for some divine help in creating something special for my wife.

Prayer led me to Ecclesiastes 4:12 Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken. Inspired by the verse I wrote the song Unbreakable. It may be the most loving gift that I ever gave my wife, and it God’s word that inspired it. In truth, it’s the reason that we have the marriage that we do.

My God, my wife, and myself
Together we’ve weathered whatever’s been dealt
Cause together we’re unbreakable ~ E.M.

Three’s not a crowd, it’s an unbreakable cord.

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 prayer@eddymann.com for prayers and encouragement.

Pray on,

Eddy

February Notebook

Eddy-Mann-Logo-2L 850x850February looks to be a pretty quiet month for me. At least that’s my plan. I’ve settled into a creative niche that allows me to read, write, and pray.

I’ve been ever mindful of recognizing how I need to re-energize, re-focus and re-charge both musically and spiritually.

Looking ahead a bit, only sparingly 🙂 …March 6, 2018 marks the Pre-Release date for my new album Simple Things. I’ve touched on this a little over the past year. It’s an album of songs that were inspired by Philly artist Thomas Eakins. The album will have a release date in early April and I’ll be back supporting it both solo and with the band come spring.

Song of the Month

February Schedule

No live dates this month!

More info at eddymann.com

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Called To Freedom

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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,

Eddy.

 

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Be Happy, I Am!

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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!

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Replenished

Enlight253“Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.” (Matthew 11:28-30 ESV)

During my father’s recent home hospice journey, I, the sole caregiver, found myself driven to my breaking point. Push anything to its limits, and it will break down. My ’69 Volkswagen Beetle will attest to that. Proud as she was, there was a limit to what she could withstand, and over time she too fell to the demands that were put on her.

Sleep deprived, I found myself wandering away from some of my basic  daily necessities. I know some who will find this unbelievable, but days passed without me picking up a guitar… or writing,,, or even reading. Irritable, cranky, and certainly tired were all honest descriptive words that could have been attached to my behavior and or mood. Think twenty-eight days with only intermittent sleep.

Serving wasn’t the issue, but seeing clearly was. In my attempt to be all things at all times to my father, I neglected my own health and well being.

“Six days you shall work, but on the seventhly you shall rest.” (Exodus 34:21 ESV)

So as God would have it, eighteen hours before his last breath, I woke from an hour nap to find myself broken health wise. I was unable to think clearly, my throat was sore, and my body was an aching mess.

Now tired I could do, but broken I couldn’t.

Yes, God found a way to school me even in my father’s last waking hours.

Guilty I am for not leaning enough on Him; guilty I am of not heeding His words concerning rest, and guilty I am of not trusting in His love.

“For I will satisfy the weary soul, and every languishing soul I will replenish.” (Jeremiah31:25 ESV)

I went to bed the night after his passing to rest. I went to bed repeating God’s words of wisdom. I went to bed to satisfy my weary soul, and to be replenished.

Pray on,

Eddy

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