Today – as in December 24th, 2021 – as in Christmas Eve – I woke up, rolled over, and checked Spotify (my release day routine). Sure enough, it’s there. It’s in all of the usual places (https://linktr.ee/andrewchapmanmusic), but I’ll also place it here: The song “All Places” began while I was a college student inContinue reading “A Benediction”
Author Archives: Andrew Chapman
Prayer for New Music Friday
The creative rhythm of the world seems to revolve around Fridays. I, like many others, make a point to check my Spotify, Disney +, Netflix, etc., for new additions each week. Today, my mind was drawn to this rhythm, which has been mechanical and monotonous, but doesn’t have to be. What if I treated NewContinue reading “Prayer for New Music Friday”
Liturgy of the Earth
Today is Earth Day, a celebration of the environment that we exist in and commune with. Although I wish I could say that the human race has treated nature with the utmost respect, this is not the case. This celebration today exists in the midst of the mistreatment of the Earth, and not only theContinue reading “Liturgy of the Earth”
Bone of My Bone, Flesh of My Flesh
Standing on the top of the ridge, Tom Willow saw the sun rise in the same way it set. His breath rose up in a cloud towards the autumn sky marked with red and orange. Miles and miles of the top of the world stretched out before him, trees standing upright like the old manContinue reading “Bone of My Bone, Flesh of My Flesh”
Patterns
Look: can you see the pattern rippling from the ceiling over my nana? The hills have inverted themselves to stucco mountains. She told me there is a special stamp to push the plaster up to a ridge, that Billy Ray did it for her. I asked her, what about the break in the pattern? SheContinue reading “Patterns”
The Apostles’ Creed
This song came out of a moment of necessity: we wanted to sing the Apostles’ Creed, but couldn’t find a singable, congregational song. It’s not only good to sing in place of the spoken version, but also anytime you’re discussing belief and unbelief. May our story ever be, help our unbelief.
Andrew Chapman 