The soapboxes became increasingly hard to write, and creating music changed from a playful, effortless high into an obligation - almost as if having a band and making music had become a chore. And all the while, deep inside - where my best music has always come from - I felt lost: like a blind man who wanders off a path and doesn't even know it until he starts walking into trees.

And last night, it finally became clear. You see, it's been a very long time since I've set aside the day-to-day distractions and "drama" and made time to speak one-on-one with God. It's always been (as was last night) an experience filled with clarity, joy, peace, and love. And within that conversation, came complete clarity around being musically lost.

It's so simple. When this gift of playing guitar suddenly came to me almost three years ago, it was all about a Message that every note I played spoke about. Everything musical inside me (and every soapbox that just flowed out of me) comes from, and expresses, this message. . .

. . . that there is a possibility for humanity to know a God who does not judge, does not demand service nor sacrifice, requires no ritual or rites, and is nothing except pure, unconditional love for all His souls past, present, and future.

Now I'm clear, and the music (and soapbox) are flowing again. See for yourself.