Estee - A Young Gospel Hip Hop Artist

On My Space I found a young Gospel Hip-Hop artist whose music I like. You should go check her out. Her name is Estee and the CD is Anew. She is making a joyful noise, offering a good sound for singing songs, hymns, and spiritual songs, so that everywhere, for everything, with every sound, everyone with breath might praise Him. I encourage you to get a copy of the CD.

As for the Music on My Sidebar

As for the music on my sidebar, the lyrics to the hip-hop selection that is in the vein of Isaiah 6 and that quotes Piper from Let the Nations Be Glad!, go here. I have never been “into” rap. I am just old enough to have missed the hip-hop scene. But I am a dad of children who love Christ and Christ-centered rap, so I have begun to listen to Christian rap. Lecrae is one of my favorite artists. Yet I would not play Lecrae or Christian rap in a corporate worship service at my church, mostly out of sensitivity to my senior members, not because there is something inherently wrong with the music or lyrics.

A Man from Issachar Celebrates with RBA

  While at the fireworks show on the National Mall last evening, I was able to spend some time with Michael Mewborn, Aubrey Mewborn and Xavier Pickett of Reformed Blacks of America. We tossed around some ideas about blogging back and forth on a Reformed look at African American hair styles and goatees and what they say about African American self-identification – somewhere between Anna Mae Bullock (a.k.a. Tina Turner) and Angela Davis – the Gospel and living as minorities in a dominant culture. However, we agreed that such a blog discussion would turn into hours of banter. So we will just wear our goatees and allow women to do what they wish with their hair. (I voiced my dissent with the Afro-Susan Powter look. But I have a very restrictive interpretation of I Corinthians 11.) I will try to keep in mind this resolution from Clyde Kilby (found in The Pleasures of God):

I shall not demean my own uniqueness by envy of others. I shall stop boring into myself to discover what psychological or social categories I might belong to. Mostly I shall simply forget about myself and do my work.

 

The Angela Davis and Malcolm X photos are for Xavier, as well as the pix of that other thing he uses. As far as yesterday’s discussion in concerned, a picture is worth a thousand words.