What Does It Mean (To You)?

David Crowder’s latest album Neon Steeple just released but the single “I Am” has been out for a while now. Here are the lyrics to the chorus without any capitalization or punctuation:

i am holding on to you

i am holding on to you

in the middle of the storm

i am holding on

i am

How would YOU interpret that? When I first heard this song, I wondered, “Does he mean that he is holding on to God or does he mean that I Am is holding on to ‘you’ so be encouraged? (Or is he being creative and meaning both or switching back and forth?)”

It’s a great song. You can hear it here: http://youtu.be/mw4ES27w3oU

Music is really powerful. It moves people in ways that nothing else can. That’s why I think it’s really important to clear up any vagueness that can occur with worship songs. If you’re singing to and/or about God, you’re presenting some kind of doctrine, whether you know it or not.

With Crowder’s song, neither version I offered presents a false doctrine. But I think the stronger image and message is that I Am is holding on to me in the storms. This interpretation puts the focus on God, rather than my efforts or desperation.

That’s why I was thankful that Crowder provided this:

If you didn’t watch it, he explains how amazingly reassuring it is that I Am, Creator God is holding on to us. Unfortunately, not all artists provide explanations for their songs. And even if they did, how many people would find those explanations rather than just assigning whatever meaning they want to the work?

Not too long ago John Mark McMillan released “Future/Past.” Here’s the chorus:

and you,

you are my first

you are my last

you are my future and my past

I know I’m guilty of over-thinking things but when I hear that chorus, I think, “What does that mean?” It sounds great and the video is nothing short of epic, but is it ok to apply any meaning that doesn’t contradict scripture? Or, worse yet, any meaning that is relative to the hearer? Or should it be more specific, especially since it’s a worship song? I looked, not very hard admittedly, but could not find McMillan’s explanation of the song.

And I’m not intending to attack McMillan. He just has a song that fits the bill here. I have been blessed by his music and we sing it in our College and Young Singles ministry often. But when “Future/Past” came out, a handful of leaders from our church, including some worship pastors, offered different meanings to the lyrics. (All of them were doctrinally sound!) This was a fun and interesting poll but also concerning. If leaders in the church are not exactly sure what the song means, how do we expect those new or unfamiliar to the faith to interpret it?

I understand that scripture can be (and is) misinterpreted often, too, but if we can take measures to clear up confusion, shouldn’t we? Or should we leave room for “what ifs” for the sake of art?

I remember a friend years ago taking issue with people singing, “Who may ascend TO the hill of the Lord?”

“Anyone can ascend TO the hill of the Lord,” he argued. “The question is who may actually ascend the hill!” The memory makes me chuckle. He was definitely more ardent, but I share his conviction for truth!

People connect with music very deeply. We sing and are moved but are often moved by the artistry and emotion of the song rather than the truth of the lyrics. So, I personally believe it’s important to guard doctrine when “teaching” through song, and I’m thankful for the worship leaders in my life who value this principle, as well.

May we strive to worship in spirit AND truth!

Deacon: 5 Month Update


Roughly 18 lbs.


27 in.

Clothing Size:

Still in his 6 month clothes for the most part. Unless he hits a major growth spurt, we should still be in those for another month or so!


Buster, Bubba, Stinker and Wittle Baby Deacon (this one is primarily used when we’re trying to convince him to snuggle).


He has been doing so much better at sleeping through the night! I’m hoping the past two weeks are a sign that we’ve turned a corner here, because he has been sleeping like a champ pretty much every night.


We have officially started solids! Right now homeboy is eating sweet potatoes and peas, in addition to his regular breastmilk.


Being tossed up in the air, tummy time, getting tickled/smooch-attacked and being outside.


Missing naps.


Starting solids was a big one for us this past month! Other than that he is working on sitting up on his own and he is starting to scoot and move around a lot more!

Best Moment:

On Mother’s Day we had a Parent/Child Commitment at our church, which was pretty special. I’m so thankful for our church family and the way they support and encourage parents to raise their children in Truth and Love. That will definitely be a moment I treasure in the years to come!

Worst Moment:

Even though Deacon has been doing better at nights, he still had a rough night the other night where he woke up every 2.5-3 hours. I was EXHAUSTED by the end of it. But I’m hoping that just means he’s growing again!

Other Tidbits:

– Those pesky teeth have still not made their debut even though Deacon has been gnawing everything to death for over a month now!

– Deacon has started sleeping with his tushy in the air pretty consistently and it is majorly cute.

– Even though he made a face the first time he tried peas, he still hasn’t refused any of the foods we’ve given him! I’m hoping this means he’ll take after me and love ALL food, but it’s a little early yet :wink:

Setting Things Straight

So, the fellas over at Outside the Box Score have an 80s Movie Tournament Bracket going. Naturally, they messed up several of the seedings. This caused me great anguish in picking certain movies over others. They also snubbed Raising Arizona completely. So, myopia strikes again.

I’m trying to darndest to make sure The Goonies keeps winning. That’s right, I’m voting as many times as I can. Which is possible if you clear your cache, so the poll doesn’t remember you. Goonies never say die.

I liked their tournament idea, but decided I’d just declare some of my favorite movies because that’s the kind of narcissistic exercise that blogs accommodate so well!

I consider myself a movie guy. “Movie buff” seems too intense and lofty for my level of fandom. But, because I’m a movie guy, I can’t just answer what my favorite movie is without some explanation. And I certainly cannot list my top five or ten favorites in order. SO, I usually resort to this:

Favorite War Movie: Saving Private Ryan (1998)

Favorite Action Movie: Die Hard (1988)

Favorite Adventure Movie (Yes, it’s different than action.): Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981)

Favorite Christmas Movie: Home Alone (1990)*

*Technically, Die Hard is my favorite Christmas movie but I figured I shouldn’t duplicate any entries.

Favorite Monster Movie: The Monster Squad (1987)

Favorite Silent Movie: The General (1926)*

*This is actually the only silent movie I’ve ever seen.

Favorite Comedy Movies: Raising Arizona (1987) and Bottle Rocket (1996)

Favorite Mob Movies: The Untouchables (1987), The Godfather (1972), and The Departed (2006)

Favorite Sports Movies: Hoosiers (1986) and A League of Their Own (1992)

Favorite Sci-Fi Movies: E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial (1982) and Back to the Future (1985)

Favorite Fantasy Movies: The Lord of the Rings (2001-2003) and Willow (1988)

That’s all the categories that came to mind off the top of my head. When it comes to movies, “favorite” and “best” are two different things, I believe. A movie can be a favorite because of nostalgia, impact, resonance, etc. without being good. Conversely, a movie can be really well made but not interesting or enjoyable to me (see The Aviator (2004)). So that brings me to my favorite movie of all time.

All-Time Favorite Movie: The Goonies (1985)

Mother’s Day


As of today, I have been a Mama for exactly one hundred and thirty five days. It’s hard to believe it’s been that long, and at the same time, it’s hard to believe it’s gone so quick! These past few months have been the fastest and slowest, the most challenging and the most rewarding, the most fun and the most intimidating. I had no idea just how much I wanted to be a Mama until I became one. Sure I always hoped and planned to have kids (lots of them, in fact), but I didn’t understand just how wonderful it would be to hold that sweet baby and know that the Lord had made me to be his Mama. I pray that I would lead him well, that I would be quick to show grace and remind him of Jesus’ love. That I would prayerfully disciple and discipline him, and that I would teach him what it means to love well. It truly is a privilege and a joy to be a Mama.

So today, in honor of my first official Mother’s Day, I will be snuggling my sweet boy a little extra and soaking up every second of getting to be his one and only Mama… baby spit-up, dirty diapers and all.

And because you know we Wilsons have a Getty’s song for every holiday… (FULL DISCLOSURE: this song makes me tear up EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.)

Being a Mama

In honor of my first Mother’s Day, I thought I’d write out a list of what being a Mama really means during this season of my life. I’m constantly learning (i.e. failing), but thankfully Deacon has been a pretty gracious teacher and Jeremy has been a great support system!

10. Being a Mama means taking at least 20 pictures throughout the course of the day… most of which aren’t particularly interesting or special, but all of which are EXTREMELY PRECIOUS (to me).

9. Being a Mama means shaping my entire day around the schedule and needs of a 4 month old.

8. Being a Mama means I constantly smell like spit-up, breastmilk or poop. On extra special days I smell like all three :wink:

7. Being a Mama means looking like a complete idiot for as long as it takes to get a smile.

6. Being a Mama means showers are few and far between.

5. Being a Mama means even when I get time for myself, I miss my little guy.

4. Being a Mama means saying “our baby is SO CUTE” to Jeremy at least twice a day.

3. Being a Mama means worrying about things like poop, stuffy noses and which adorable outfit he’s going to wear.

2. Being a Mama means experiencing new levels of faith and new meaning in prayer.

1. Being a Mama means tearing up every time I start to think about how much I love my boy and how thankful I am that I get to parent him with my best friend.