Every time this song came on the radio, I would cry out to God in my distress. Just like the Psalmist and every preacher and Sunday school teacher and worship song had taught me to do. And God did not answer.
Yes, they've moved a bit beyond -- but not outgrown -- the "two beat up drums and two old guitars." But there is still the same urgency in the vocals and immediacy and rawness in the instruments. Only this time, there is more depth. And that might make Little Seeds their best offering yet.
Is there a chip on the collective shoulders of the people who helped start these contemporary services? If I'm totally honest: probably! But it's not a chip we put there. And if you want to help us unload that chip, maybe some grace would go further than another lecture about what we're doing wrong?