Stories & Songs


The thing I remember most is the shoes - hundreds of them piled up at the door. We were in a house in the back of a cul-de-sac in Lexington, KY, and we expected a dozen people to accept the invitation of giving up their Friday night to pray from 10p-2a, but we underestimated the hunger the Lord was waking up in the University of Kentucky students. That evening, over a hundred students showed up and wouldn't leave - till long past 2a. That first prayer time sparked a movement called Nightwatch, and those Friday evenings began to last long into the early morning hours with hundreds of people gathering on their knees.

Singing new songs to the Lord became one of the most important parts of these worship nights. I used to think the "new songs" David referenced in the book of Psalms meant something that came out recently on K-Love or the most recent viral YouTube worship video, but those seasons of prayer and praise taught me lessons that have changed everything about the way I do ministry. When approaching a worship set, I had always considered "What does everybody want to sing?" Or even, "what do I want to sing?" But when you're filling up five hours with intercessory praises, you end up with a lot of open space. For the first time, I asked the Lord what He wanted to hear. My preferences began to fade, and my concern with the opinions of everyone else in the room began to dissipate as well. We would ask the Lord to teach us His favorite songs and to let us borrow the melodies of heaven, and every Nightwatch was filled with fresh praises and brand new songs, like the ones David was talking about. At the end of every night, I would ask the Lord to let me remember any of the choruses He wanted to hear again, and I would write them down. The cry that stuck out most of all the things we sang was one of those undoubtedly divine moments - the kind of cognitive interruption that is clearly a borrowed thought from Someone much wiser than I:

The three best days of the devil's life

He thought he had You crucified

Must not have heard You say You'd rise

You got up and then death died

That chorus was written in less than 20 seconds in the middle of a worship set. Sometimes we use the gifts and artistic abilities that the Lord has given us to compose things on His behalf; other times He gets creative and simply allows us to have a front row seat. That was certainly the case with this song. I was able to spend time with one of my best friends in the world who is a songwriter in India, and we were able to translate "Three Best Days" into the Tamil language. The words became an anthem for the Bible college students of Mount Zion Theological School. I was able to declare this truth outside of the garden tomb in Jerusalem, listened as inmates cried out this praise in a Louisiana Penitentiary, have watched sanctuaries full of people scream these words in an effort to corporately remind the enemy of his inevitable defeat, and have felt the hardness fall off of my own heart as I sing this victory song.

This will be the first single released from INVITE ME INTO WONDER, and I hope and trust the the thoughts the Lord woke up at Nightwatch all those years ago will remind you of what His resurrection has accomplished. He has won. Death has died, and it is never getting up again.

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