Archive for the Music Category

John Coltrane and Ecclesiastes

Posted in Ecclesiastes, Grace, John Coltrane, Music, Tim Keller, Work on October 17, 2013 by kevinwilkening

John ColtraneEarly today, October 17, I posted on Twitter the following: “When Tennessee Ford’s 1955 hit & The Vogue’s 1965 hit make your Ecclesiastes 2:12-26 sermon I am reminded that musicians often speak truth.”

Here is another example of a musician speaking truth. This is an excerpt from John Coltrane’s liner notes inside his 1957 album entitled, “A Love Supreme.” (I have been listening to it all day).

During the year 1957, I experienced, by the grace of God, a spiritual awakening which as to lead me to a richer, fuller, more productive life. At the time, in gratitude, I humbly asked to be given the means and privilege to make others happy through music. I feel this has been granted through His grace. ALL PRAISE TO GOD …

This album is a humble offering to Him. An attempt to say “THANK YOU GOD” through our work, even as we do in our hearts and with our tongues. May He help and strengthen all men in every good endeavor.

— John Coltrane

*(quote taken from Tim Keller’s book entitled, “Every Good Endeavor: Connecting Your Work to God’s Work”)*

Ecclesiastes 2:24–25 (ESV) — There is nothing better for a person than that he should eat and drink and find enjoyment in his toil. This also, I saw, is from the hand of God, 25 for apart from him who can eat or who can have enjoyment?


William Cowper’s Suffering Songs

Posted in Grace, Hymns, Music, Suffering, William Cowper, Worship on January 3, 2011 by kevinwilkening

As we begin 2011, some have already entered this year with suffering. It is for you that I record this entry.

Dr. Martyn Lloyd-Jones once wrote, “We may be in heaviness through many trials at this present time, and we may be weeping as we go along … We are promised that the day will come when the ‘Lamb which is in the midst of the throne … shall lead us unto living fountains of water’ and that God Himself ‘shall wipe away all tears from our eyes …’ ‘Thank God we are in His hands. It is His way of salvation and not ours. Let us submit ourselves to God, let us be content to be in His hands, and let us say to Him: Send what Thou wilt, our only concern is that we may ever be well-pleasing in Thy sight” (Spiritual Depression: Its Causes and Cure by Dr. Martyn Lloyd-Jones ~ page 232).

If you are suffering this New Year let me encourage you with a brief description of the life of William Cowper.

In November of 1731, William Cowper (said “Cooper”) was born in Hertfordshire, England. Three of his brothers and two sisters died in infancy, and two days before his sixth birthday his mother died in childbirth, leaving him one infant brother and a father.

In 1753 he fell in love with a woman named Theodora, but her father forced an end to the relationship, and would not allow them to marry. In large part, due to this event, and his natural disposition towards depression, he became exceedingly melancholy, and resolved to end his life. He tried to hang himself, but the weight of his body broke first an iron pin, and then a wooden spar. The third attempt was almost successful, but just as he went unconscious, the noose broke, and his body slumped to the floor.

In 1763 he had to be institutionalized in St. Alban’s Asylum for two years. However, it was during this time that the wonder of God’s grace began to radically affect him, and he became a lover of the gospel, and of Jesus Christ. For the rest of his life he would continually fight against the recurrence of these fits of depression.

However, it is because of William Cowper’s deep discoveries of grace that we have hymns like “God Moves in a Mysterious Way” and “There Is a Fountain Filled with Blood.” Carefully read these words.

God Moves in a Mysterious Way

God moves in a mysterious way

His wonders to perform;

He plants His footsteps in the sea

And rides upon the storm.


Deep in unfathomable mines

Of never failing skill

He treasures up His bright designs

And works His sovereign will.


Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;

The clouds ye so much dread

Are big with mercy and shall break

In blessings on your head.


Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,

But trust Him for His grace;

Behind a frowning providence

He hides a smiling face.


His purposes will ripen fast,

Unfolding every hour;

The bud may have a bitter taste,

But sweet will be the flower.


Blind unbelief is sure to err

And scan His work in vain;

God is His own interpreter,

And He will make it plain.


There Is A Fountain Filled With Blood

There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel’s veins;

And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains.

Lose all their guilty stains, lose all their guilty stains;

And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains.


The dying thief rejoiced to see that fountain in his day;

And there have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away.

Washed all my sins away, washed all my sins away;

And there have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away.


Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood shall never lose its power

Till all the ransomed church of God be saved, to sin no more.

Be saved, to sin no more, be saved, to sin no more;

Till all the ransomed church of God be saved, to sin no more.


E’er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply,

Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die.

And shall be till I die, and shall be till I die;

Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die.


Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I’ll sing Thy power to save,

When this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave.

Lies silent in the grave, lies silent in the grave;

When this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave.


Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared, unworthy though I be,

For me a blood bought free reward, a golden harp for me!

‘Tis strung and tuned for endless years, and formed by power divine,

To sound in God the Father’s ears no other name but Thine. Amen.


Weeping may last for the night, but joy comes with the morning. And when it comes, it comes with a song. Not a cheap or juvenile song, but a deep and weighty song. It does not gloss over tragedy, or pain, or loss. When the sails of joy go up, the heartaches of life, which once threatened to capsize the boat, become ballast deep in the belly of the ship to make the keel cut deep through the waves and guide the ship through rougher seas ahead.


The Band “Atomic Tom” on their iPhones

Posted in iPhone, Music on October 18, 2010 by kevinwilkening

I know that there are many of you who like to jokingly give me “grief” about my iPhone 4. LOL. I just received this video of “Atomic Tom” (a band I have never heard of) on a Subway train in New York City. Now all I need is 3 more iPhone 4 users and an amp. LOL! The following is the original article.

Brooklyn’s Atomic Tom iPhone It In During Impromptu Subway Jam

By Lyndsey Parker Fri Oct 15, 2010 4:34pm PDT.

“Talk about better living through technology. Riding the New York City subway system just got a little more pleasant–thanks to a Brooklyn buzz band named Atomic Tom that has taken B Train busking to a whole other level with a handful of iPhones and whole lot of ingenuity.

The band recently had their musical instruments stolen, but in a brilliant lemonade-from-lemons move, that didn’t stop them from jamming. And now, ironically, their iPhone-assisted music has garnered them more attention than their regular recordings ever did, as viral footage of them entertaining subway commuters with their iPhones and a battery-powered portable speaker system, playing their single “Take Me Out,” makes it way around the Web.

This here’s a “phoned-in” performance that actually works.”

Just in case someone would like to know what they are singing, here are the lyrics to Atomic Tom’s “Take Me Out.”

If I was bold enough

I would follow you forever

But darling please

Rescue me take me out

Some may say

It’s my fate

Am I just in time

Or am I late

If you can understand


Take me out

I don’t start I don’t end

I don’t change on my own

Take me out

I don’t lose I don’t win

I don’t do well alone

Love is what we make it

Take my heart and break it

Take me out

I don’t want to stay home

You make me dread

You make me sweat

But can you make

Love mean something instead

Something real make me feel


I don’t want to stay here

I don’t wanna live half my life

And disappear

So if you want to take chances

Take a chance on me

Take me out

%d bloggers like this: