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Toby Mac's Joy Bombs
by Laurin Makohon
Singer/songwriter TobyMac describes his music as "a big ol' pot of musical gumbo." It's pop, rock, funk, soul, and reggae all mixed together. Add to the recipe some straight-up truth, straight-up fun, and beats that you'll practically have to tie your feet to the ground to keep from dancing to, and that puts you a little closer to getting an idea of the incredible art TobyMac creates. We talked to him about the writing process of his latest album . . .
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The Breathing Room ::
Oh Me Of Little Faith
by Laurin Makohon
One of my closest friends and college teammates, Michelle, married a guy who plays football for the New Orleans Saints. His name is Chris Reis. Chris loves Jesus and it's so awesome. I could annihilate my word count by going on and on about Chris and how he reminds me of the God he's following. Chris totally lives out his faith. He has the work ethic of a pack mule—practically every article you read about him mentions how hard he works . . .
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Finding My Way ::
Taking Roses
by Tim Baker
I stood with my niece next to Grampa. She was so full of questions, and I answered, as best as I could, trying hard not to cry. We talked about so much in that short moment, about why Grampa had died, where he was right now, and how he looked good, just like he was sleeping. I remembered his influence in my life and wanted him to wake up for just three minutes, so I could thank him for helping us buy our house, for sending us encouraging letters, for painting our house when he was 92, and for always praying in King James English. But dead people don't wake up. So I said all of that, in my heart, as I helped carry Grampa from his funeral service to the hearse, and then, from the hearse to his gravesite. I squeezed the handle of the coffin tight, imagining that I was holding his hand. I walked along with the other grandsons, all of whom had been changed by this hunched over, raspy-voiced, 96-year-old pastor. . .
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