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Is it foolish to ask for a miracle?
Skeptics Magazine founding publisher and personal friend, Dr. Michael Shermer, along with other public atheists, writes prolifically about the data that prove that people should not believe in "weird things", including belief in a God who answers prayer. Nevertheless, our little church in California--Pasadena Mennonite Church--takes time in Sunday worship to hear peoples' prayer requests and to pray that God will intervene. What a heavy list issues forth from the peoples' requests! Someone's mother facing chemo, a pre-teen's friends facing the loss of both parents, someone's neighbor losing his home, someone's family in financial crisis, and it goes on long each week. Sprinkled into these requests are, of course, the thanks and praises for the answers to requests shared earlier--someone has been offered a job, someone's family has experienced healing, someone has been spared from cancer....

What do we say to Skeptics Society members and friends and relatives, who cannot find faith, who cite the countless examples of God not answering prayer? I have not known what to say except to tell stories of God answering prayer in my life. Just yesterday I came across the most helpful explanation in Philip Yancey's The Jesus I Never Knew. The book had not grabbed me until I arrived at this explanation of miracles and the absence of miracles. Yancey points out that miracles are rarities, not normalcies...and therefore we cannot expect them all the time. Moreover, while Jesus performed many miracles, he always told his followers not to tell others about them--"he always turned down requests for a demonstration to amaze the crowds....Jesus recognized early on that the excitement generated by miracles did not readily convert into life-changing faith." "Although faith may produce miracles, miracles do not necessarily produce faith." Zondervan, 1995, p. 166 and 171. This makes sense to me. Miracles do not happen all the time, for goodness sake, the apostles were not spared prison and martyrdom! Miracles are not a given and miracles are not designed or used to force unbelievers to believe. "Those who have ears to hear, let them hear."

So how do we reconcile these observations with the teaching of Jesus on prayer? When his closest followers were amazed at his dubious miracle of making a fig tree die, he explained you can accomplish even the seemingly impossible, such as...moving mountains, if you a) pray without doubt and b) believe that you already have what you asked for. My young daughter and I had just studied this passage in Mark 11. Within a week, I saw the essential importance of no doubting demonstrated unforgettably when praying for God to spare my mother's life as she lay choking and gasping for air in the ICU. Weeks of hundreds of devout people praying had resulted in her worsening by the day and hour, my mom was barely conscious except to say she was afraid she was dying and didn't want to die, didn't want to put us girls through that. After her lifelong friend and church elder had rushed out at 10pm to the hospital through Hurricane Irene's winds to pray for her soul, our hopes were sinking. Finally, I urgently asked the one lifelong doubter among us to courageously leave doubt aside and believe God for mom's healing. He said a simple but profound "Ok." Within minutes, mom's condition turned around so that she was breathing without choking. By morning she was sitting up in a chair next to the bed--talking, laughing, joking, and teasing. Whaaa? We witnessed a modern resurrection-like experience. And when I returned to the ICU to thank Cherilynne, the nurse who had assertively nominated herself to replace a neglectful nurse and take over the watch of my mom that night before, the ICU receptionist asked me blankly, "Who?!" They didn't know who I was asking for because, as it turns out, Cherilynne did not work on that unit! When I did track her down on her unit, she explained that, "I just had a feeling that I should go over to that unit"--she said "it was a God thing." What other kind of thing could this be?!

Faith can usher in miracles for sure. And faith can be contagious. I have a friend who doesn't necessarily know about God, but has committed himself to paying attention to the possible cosmic meaning of the impossible coincidences in his life. And now they abound, too many to recount! Our philosopher friend at church who has been spared from several cancers in the hands of our little praying church has an agnostic friend in Germany who is facing cancer now, and has confessed that he has begun to experiment with prayer. Miracles may not spawn true believers, but believers can spawn true believers. And when our faith falters, we must sometimes rely on the faith of others around us. That is the real meaning of a community of faith.

We pray at our church, but some of us do not really sink their hearts into believing nor thanking God that they "have already received the things they ask for". That takes going out on a limb, risking foolishness, a very painful risk for some! How can we deny what has happened among us? God called two of our members to start a school, and where there was nothing, now 3 years later there is something big happening---25 students in 4 classrooms in Middle, Junior, and Senior High School. Over the 3 years, certainly our church has honored Sunday morning prayer requests for the Peace and Justice Academy to blossom, for example, for it to find ample space in town to settle into. So in late 2011, a small group of students and the director were out on a field trip studying local church architecture, just about to walk away from St. James, when the pastor of that church sitting in his study "felt the hair on his arms stand up and knew it was the Holy Ghost". He looked out his window and saw this little band of students and knew the feeling was about them. He ran out and hailed them, sharing that his church is trying to make connections with the neighborhood through hosting a school on its grounds! Within weeks, our cramped school moved into the reasonably priced and spacious antique Spanish-style church with bright classrooms, a gym, chapel, two large courtyards, library, office, project rooms, and PTA meeting spaces.

The people prayed, God moved--does this help us to believe that we "already have what we ask"? If so, we will be on an uphill journey of faith, where our growing faith helps unlock the power of God around us.

posted by Andrea Davis-Griffin on 01/30/2012

What do you mean when you call something Anointed? Subscribe To My Blog (RSS)(Click this icon to Subscribe)

What do you mean when you call something "Anointed" ??
by Prayer/Life on Monday, January 17, 2011 at 11:18pm

Have you ever proclaimed something anointed? a sermon? a song? a performance? a minstry? a minister?

What do you mean when you are moved to make that pronouncement? Give us your thoughts in a Comment below.....

When fans tell us that one or another of our songs is "anointed", we are absolutely the most pleased--because that is ultimate confirmation. We started writing because we felt called. We prayed for the Spirit to lead and were given songs and lyrics. We found the songs to be beyond what we could have created ourselves. We sensed the songs were meant for a purpose. We believed that purpose would be to touch people through the Spirit's ministrations in song.

So when someone today writes on our Jango.com internet radio artist page, on our Facebook page, or here on IndieHeaven that the music is anointed, we feel they really caught the vision, really listened, really let themselves be blessed--participated in the original purpose of the songs!

Today my mom was encouraging me and telling me she has a new project in 2011 to learn what it means to "live loved".....and what she said about that project sounded just like the lyrics of a song I have believed to be "anointed", Lara Landon's "Beloved". Whenever I have heard this song in any version, from its original, unproduced basic version on Myspace to its amazingly produced album version, I just don't want the song to end, want it to go on repeating, so I can keep listening to that sound. And knowing Lara's total sold-out devotion to our Lord, I know that this song was prayed for and given to her....and this is what I mean by anointed: especially blessed by the Spirit to be an effective vehicle of God reaching into a hard heart and breaking it up, breaking it down, softening it, opening it, making it bigger, making space for more Spirit. That's what I mean by anointed--specially blessed to do the work of God on earth.....


What do you mean by anointed? What human projects do you find to be anointed?

posted by Andrea on 01/18/2011

Coincidences or God-incidences? Subscribe To My Blog (RSS)(Click this icon to Subscribe)

Friday night at dinner with a friend she confided that she used to have fun thinking about all the impossible moments in life that occur as signs of God working in her life, but had given that up as a basically dishonest endeavor. I agreed that I don't presume to attribute every good moment to God working while overlooking every bad moment or attributing it to the devil getting in my way. I do know that somehow the God of the universe is in control and "works everything for the good for those who love God and are called according to God's purpose."

But there are other moments in my life that I sense are given by God, when I have been praying over a situation consistently and then there is a breakthrough that I could not have accomplished on my own without divine intervention. Then I feel I must say Thank You and testify to God's working in my life by telling the story as often as I can. It's the basis of my daily faith to remember those interventions and believe that God communicates with us in this way---to let us see God working in our lives and the lives of those around us even if we can't all hear an auditory voice of God.

Yesterday I felt I had one of those moments when I was finishing up a song I felt God had given me the beginnings of last year, "Joy Wells Up", in response to continual prayer for songs to be given. Yesterday, I had come back to complete the song. As I was working out the rhythms and chords and made a slight edit to the text of the chorus, and then discovered that the edit had unwittingly echoed perfectly the beloved and revered Song of Mary or Magnificat; since this is a song about first Zechariah, then Elizabeth, and finally Mary, that connection seemed just too perfect not to rejoice about. The first two lines of the chorus had been set as "My heart sings, And my heart breaks, My joy wells up and and breaks its chains....." but then simply to avoid redundance, I changed the words to "My soul sings, And my heart breaks...." Then in singing it that way a number of times, I realized that the new words of the chorus link us back to Mary's intro to her Magnificat. Those artistic moments of overlap of meaning are often ascribed to the unconscious of the poet, and usually merely inspire reverence for art and artist.

But for me, as expressed in the lyrics of our song "Your Mark", the beauty and unfathomable number of layers of connections that emerge in human artistic endeavors point to the one who is the Creator, the creator of art, the one whose "mark" or factory imprint we bear. The one to whom we testify when we create something from nothing, the one whose image we reflect when we are creators.


posted by Andrea on 08/15/2010

"You think I'd know by now to trust You...." Subscribe To My Blog (RSS)(Click this icon to Subscribe)

"You think I'd know by now to trust You...." Those were the words of the very next song playing on the radio*. Just after an amazing journey of trust I had just returned from.

Here I am, having just arrived on the island nation of St. Lucia, West Indies where I am accompanying my husband on his ongoing forensic psychology work on a murder case here at the local prison. I usually assist him in the work, but this trip he suggested I just relax. So I was preparing to do that, having my own Sunday morning worship in our hotel room. As part of that worship, I was praying with the worship songs on Bree Noble's internet radio show**. A knock at the door was the housekeeper assigned to my room. She was particularly friendly, asked my name even and introduced herself as Carmen. So a few minutes later, I overcame my shyness to share with her that a Prayer/Life song was playing on the station right then. She liked our song, "Trouble", and at the end asked, "Is that a Christian song?" So our conversation got down to business about faith and church and what matters.

Thankfully Carmen overcame her own shyness to let me know that her nephew has a church here in St. Lucia and that he is a prophet and a healer. In fact, she explained that his service is currently being held at a nearby hotel and it is a long service, so even though it is nearing noon, the service would still be going on! I hadn't planned to search out and attend church on this very quick trip. I wasn't certain why, but this sequence of events seemed like divine leading I didn't want to ignore, blessing I didn't want to miss. So I threw on the best clothes I had packed and set off to follow vague instructions of how to find "Prophet Shorn" and his flock. I had been under strict instructions from my husband who knows my overly adventurous side not to walk around alone here where violent crime is rampant. But while most small island Pentecostal churches are far out in the neighborhoods, this church couldn't be closer to me on this relatively large island; its in the same tourist village and next door to the shopping mall. So walking over there turned out to look like a very safe prospect.

You can imagine what the kids in the lobby are thinking when this woman who looks more like a lost visitor (and nothing like anyone at their church) walks in looking for the church service 3 hours late.....I ask if I can go in there, and they are surprised--they ask, "in the service?!" The healing service is gradually winding down, people are tiptoing out, the pastor goes around to bless people in the sanctuary, holding their hands, but walks right past me without a blessing and I'm a bit surprised, but I can see he is following God's guidance with regard to his movements and words......so I'm open to all sorts of surprises in these circumstances.

After returning to his spot at the front, the pastor circles back around the church and comes to get me! He has no idea who this strange lady is, whether she is a believer, someone doing research on small churches in St. Lucia, whatever...... But he leads me by the hand up front and starts praying and prophesying over my life boldly and broadly. The pastor annoints my ears and my eyes, releases my words, and exhorts me specifically: "Do not say I cannot speak."

What this young man prophesied related directly to my own 2 years of prayers for prophetic gift as the apostle Paul advises us to pray. Some of his words related to a vision I have had to take the music ministry abroad to minister to missionaries. Most of it went far beyond my prayers or vision, such as his saying, "The word I see over you is 'Missionary'! You will go to the far east and west, all over the world", etc. He added, "you don't know why you came in here, but you came to be empowered and released to do the work." The preacher had no idea that I am a psychologist working to help children with autism. He had no idea I am a songwriter and am writing a devotional guide. But he said there is something in the work having to do with children, something with languages, something with writing.... I was busy thanking God during all of this, so I wouldn't have remembered a tenth of all his words, but two women took detailed notes for me and handed them to me on pages torn out of notebooks.

After all that excitement, I head back toward my hotel. On the way I stop to get a bit of cash ( I have NONE) and I think I can get US dollars there but the money came out of the ATM in local currency, oh well... Then just before reaching my destination, a local woman stops and asks if I just came from church, I say yes, she asks which church, then says she knows that pastor and asks me for a specific amount of money for her medicine at the pharmacy. I give her the local currency I just got, she kisses me on the cheek, and we go our separate ways. I find the preacher's auntie Carmen back at the hotel and amaze her with my story.

I return to my room, turn on the laptop to tell this story and what do I hear playing on the internet radio station? Our other song on that station, "I Cover My Face" -- really. I start to write and I hear the words of the next song sing out: "You think I'd know by now to trust You" which becomes the perfect title for this Note. I am typing up this story to tell you and I hear the song, "Tell the Story" by Niyoki..... I decide to tell the story later to the woman painting my toenails. She returns with many stories of prophecy and how God intervened in her life beyond her dreams. She invites me to see the spacious and peaceful new home and the car God has provided for her, so tonight I meet her and have the chance to pray for her life, her healing, and for her son.

Ok, I really feel blessed. This is the sort of thing that happens when I TRUST the Spirit's leading. Either I undergo a great blessing as in this story or God gives me a song to write and sing that blesses someone half-way around the world.....It seems somehow wiser in a natural sense not to write today's prophecies down. But trusting God entails speaking boldly and it means trusting what I know to be true, which is that God arranged for me to be in a particular place and time today and to receive His Word for me.

Would you write a comment about what has happened to you when you trusted God's leading and followed it???

*Trust You Anyhow, by Angela Donadio

**Christian Sunday Mornings on DJ Bree Noble's Women of Substance Radio at Live365.com

posted by Andrea on 04/13/2010

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Do you like the name of our "band", Prayer/Life? We tried on various names, such as "No More Stalling", meaning this endeavor represented finally getting going on a ministry to which we had been called. Or "Nothing In Common", to refer to the vast age, cultural, educational differences in the group, but backhandedly pointing to the most important thing in common, our faith....plus I thought it sounded cool. But one of us found it much too "negative".

The name, Prayer/Life, has been the subject of a bit of controversy. My kids found it corny. My husband was sure it was a bad name -- he said it was not poetic enough, pointing to an example of an enigmatically, poetically named band, Counting Crows. In fact, he said our name was concrete enough that "you might as well name the band 'Bible Study'!" There you see his gift for irony and hyperbole in one comment. Despite this incisive critique and deliberate avoidance of using the perhaps overly overtly spiritual name by our next concert promoters, we went forward with it.

Why? because we got the bandname in the same way we get the music, by asking for it and then waiting on God. Waiting takes a lot of patience and fortitude -- we could have named the group ourselves, but we really wanted the name to be the name God wanted for this music ministry for a special purpose that we couldn't possibly know from our vantage point. So we prayed repeatedly for God to give us a name for the group. We had waited for this answer so long that our debut concert date came and went -- we had to advertise and perform without a name, awkward as that was. But waiting seemed to bring its rewards. Because we got some great confirmation after the most practical and anti-charismatic member of the group suggested the name, Prayer/Life, and we all agreed we sort of liked one possible name for the first time.

I really liked the idea that the forward slash indicates that Prayer/Life means prayer-or-life, as in prayer-equals-life, because a good life is bathed in prayer, and prayer is the means to accessing the gift our Creator wants to give us of eternal Life. For confirmation of the name, two of us who were the least likely to have spiritual dreams had a dream on the same night that week that Prayer/Life was the band's name. So the group felt resolved and grateful and went forward in faith that even if some people really didn't like it, there was a reason for this name. We eventually realized that the name suits us perfectly as John has taught us to do everything by praying in faith. And it was prayer that brought the band to life and continues to flourish our efforts (See the Note here, "Things I Forgot to Say in the Concert.")

Knowing the controversy and criticism, you will appreciate a comment I just received from one of our internet radio fans at Jango.com:

"I thought I would let you know that I was going to add you before I even listened to your music due to your name. It made me think about both prayer and my life right now and if there is enough prayer in my life. As a college student it is very difficult to live for God in the midst of everything going on around you and the people I am around, especially. It made me remember that prayer will help me make it through. Thank you."

Ok, there you go.

I pray that you also find answers to prayer when you discipline yourself to wait for God's timing and solutions. Please let us know what happens when you do! and what response you have to the name ;-) .

posted by Andrea on 02/21/2010

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Andrea, Sunday, November 15:

Last night we had the joy of presenting our greatly anticipated debut CD release concert....and there were some surprising discoveries for me. Preparing for the event entailed a lot of intense work and rehearsing. Lots of import was weighing on remembering everything.....it was big pressure. The whole thing transformed from work to pleasure at one particular moment last night -- during sound check and final run-through, 3 young siblings whom I already know love our music walked in to sit down in 3 pews one behind the other and listen to us. Suddenly, the focus moved off of how I was sounding to how was I communicating. And the pleasure of communicating such a precious message to such precious human beings took over. I came alive and became creative in the singing (vs. rehearsed) in order to communicate better.

All throughout the hour-long set I alternated between gazing where a performer gazes (off into the distance) to looking at those listening and thinking about their varied experiences communicated in their body positioning (getting into the rhythm, sitting quietly pondering, leaning lovingly against a spouse, bowed in prayer....) I thought and wondered about each person I could see. It was then deeply gratifying to hear their responses afterward from one lukewarm "it was nice" to an over the top "I felt like crying throughout." Then I understood more about why the artist is so craving feedback: we work for hours, days, weeks, even years to create something that moves others as much as it moves ourselves. So this effort is all put out in anticipation of finding out if we connect. Art-making is essentially a move toward connection at a deeper level. When we finally get to that point of feedback, it is so long-awaited. We are closing a circle, in Stanley Greenspan's clinical terminology for human interaction, but the circle we are closing was opened long before, waiting all this time to be closed in the response. How finally satisfying.

posted by Andrea on 11/18/2009

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I was born on May 31st 1986 in Fontana, California. I was raised in San Bernardino with three brothers, of all whom are involved in music. As a child, I was influenced by many things, but none sparked my interest more than music, specifically the piano. Quiet and shy as a child, my hidden talent was not even discovered by my parents until I was 14. My 8th grade music theory teacher was the one who first realized my potential and inspired me to play the piano. From that moment, I knew that music was what I wanted to do in life. Not until six months later did I even have a keyboard to play (a little Casio), but once I began, my playing progressed at unbelievable speed, especially once my parents began to appreciate my gift. My mother invested in a real digital piano in 2001 and I started on a project to learn as many new pieces as I could, back to back. Beginning with Beethoven's Für Elise, I taught myself to play a wide repertoire of classical music. While my family's interest was initially motivating, their subsequent waning interest was discouraging. Some even made negative comments about my playing, so I returned to playing in private, only hearing the music through headphones.

Still, 2002 was an incredibly productive year for my growth as a pianist. As a junior entering a new high school close to home, I surprised myself when taking my first class in piano: I already knew everything. My reputation for piano skills spread. December brought my first concert, a holiday concert on a very cold night in a very cold school auditorium. But this quiet and humble high school junior, who had never played for anyone before, nervously and with fingers frozen cold, played in a way that sent shockwaves through the listeners. The following day, I was on every television in the school all day; I immediately became known around the school as an amazing pianist. The congratulations from those who attended and those who saw the concert on television were new sources of motivation. I set my sights on applying to Julliard School of Music and prayed nightly for that goal. In fact, I came extremely close; after only three and a half years of self-instruction, I received a letter of praise and an invitation to apply after one more year focusing on my technique.

Besides music, I had another interest as well. As a young creative child, I had always loved to build and construct. So following my application to Julliard, I decided to go a different direction and study general engineering in Phoenix at the Universtiy of Arizona. Most who knew me, including my mother, were upset at my decision because they knew my heart was more in music. But I knew that God worked in mysterious ways and had led me to make the decision. During my college years, I was able to study engineering and also begin to develop more as a composer. My love and dedication to God were taken to another level, and I made the decision to forego other tempting opportunities in music and only dedicate my music to worship and praise God. So I joined Living Word Bible Church as one of the pianists. There, I began to develop a more personal relationship with the Lord, and at the same time I moved beyond all the solo work and gained my first real experience at playing with a band.

After receiving my associate of science degree in general engineering, I moved back to California to work as an electrical, then civil engineer. I was able to balance my love for music and engineering, playing keyboards at church, music directing, and beginning to compose music of all genres, including holy hip hop. Soon I met Andrea Davis-Griffin, and together with a bass player and a drummer we formed a CCM band. For a long time, we prayed for a name to no avail. After long discussions and some confirmation dreams, we settled on calling the group Prayer/Life. I composed music for the group, while Andrea wrote the lyrics to the songs. We quickly became a great writing team, producing a unique kind of sound in the contemporary Christian genre. All my music composition and performance is spiritually inspired, as I focus on God and find myself being blessed with Spirit-inspired songs whether for my church, for Prayer/Life, or my hip-hop band, Kingdom Business. I make prayer and scripture study my first priorities every day and every rehearsal, doing nothing without the Lord's help and guidance first. This way I am able to continue to continue to grow spiritually and musically.

posted by Andrea on 11/17/2009

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My spiritual life started early and oddly. Listening to my older sister's vinyl collection, at age 11, I became very intrigued by the lead character in the rock musical, Jesus Christ Superstar. So I picked up a Bible and started reading the first book I could find about his life, the Gospel of Matthew. I read every word of this opaque biography and it drew me closer to the main character.

That same spring, a beautiful girl at my brother's high school invited him to her church-of course he said yes. He ventured out to the small church and started to play some folk music there for Sunday evening services. The new, young seminary graduate arriving to pastor the small church explained the gospel to my brother and offered him the chance to become a follower of Christ-of course he said yes again. And a month later, in his newfound zeal and simplicity, he gave me a home-made birthday present: a "How to Become a Christian Kit". True story. The kit came complete with a modern translation Bible, illustrated instructions on how to put your hands together (to pray), and the now often-mocked "4 Spiritual Laws" tract.

I was delighted. I read the little booklet explaining the Christian faith in simple terms all by myself sitting in the bathroom. (Another true story.) I wanted what the illustrations in the booklet depicted: Jesus on the metaphorical throne at the center of my life. And I wanted eternal life, too. So I prayed the printed prayer on the last page to "accept Jesus into my heart" and to follow Him right there. So on my 12th birthday, my life became centered on God. I began learning as much as I could through Bible study and I began trying to make choices in line with what God wanted me to do at most points along my path. Through middle, junior, and senior high, I worked really hard at my academics; but I prioritized going to youth group, helping my brother and his friends conceive and produce urban outreach coffee houses, leading a clandestine daily morning prayer meeting "on school property", and talking to people about my faith.

As a high schooler, I stumbled upon Sigmund Freud's biography of Woodrow Wilson in the stacks of the public library and found his personality theory fascinating. I simplistically intended to "fix" his brilliant theory of human nature by integrating what I had learned about human nature in bibilical theology. So at age 17, I determined to study theology and psychology at Fuller Seminary where I had heard one could get a doctorate that integrated these two explanatory systems. I also looked around at the wonderful and inspiring people in my little church and understood that some people's emotional problems got in the way of their Christian ministry effectiveness. So to help the church and improve its mission, I wanted to study to be a clinical psychologist so that I could provide psychotherapy that would help believers grow in their lives and their faith.

This project and its start? Well, I started writing poetry at age 5, and songs at 15. But then there was a very long interlude: studying classical piano for 7 years and flute for 9 years that didn't allow much attention to songwriting....And family attention was not on my singer-songwriter self at all: so it took years to allow myself this passion....In the meantime, I developed more classical talents at my beloved college, Swarthmore. There I played flute in the orchestra, took up ballet and modern dance, and landed lead soprano roles in operettas. A short encounter with a psychology intern at the college counseling center, who essentially mocked my faith, made me interested in conducting research for my senior thesis on the prevalence and impact of value conflicts between therapists and their clients. This experience strengthened my intention to study to become a psychologist who could help believers with their personal growth and spiritual development as well.

So I went from Swarthmore to Fuller Seminary, a perfect place to accomplish these goals. After a summer mission trip to Mexico City, I turned the focus of my study toward preventing mental health problems before they start by working to promote healthy parent-infant relationships. After my studies at Fuller, my marriage to Dr. Elmer Griffin, and completing a post-doctoral fellowship at Brown, I returned to Pasadena, CA to build my private practice and raise two children. My research and clinical work focused on helping adults repair their early attachment or relational experiences, helping parents foster healthy attachments in their own children, and using highly attuned relationship to help children with autism to develop language, joy, spontaneity, and creativity. These pursuits kept me busy for a little while....

Of course I sang and played music at church, but gradually I started to feel a call and a desire to make more music; it seemed obedience to this call required action. I lamely placed an ad on Craigslist for musicians to start a CCM band. The first week I posted the ad, John Stallworth replied. Thus happened the meeting of 2 people who have next to "nothing in common" (except the most important thing). The meeting turned into songwriting teamwork that was miraculously productive, as you'll hear in concert, where we share more about how each song came to be.

posted by Andrea on 11/17/2009

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Prayer/Life – Music that stays with you.

This music is different – written in response to the Sprit's leading only – unforgettable and beautiful.
This message is different – a psychologist's rich interpretations of scripture and wise observations of life, people, self.
This band is different -- different generations, different cultures, different cities, different professions (a psychologist and an engineer?!), different traditions (social justice activism and charismatic gifting). Nevertheless God brought us together and gave us some vastly beautiful music and profound lyrics.
This project is different – based on prayer, waiting, and radical trust vs. striving and strategy. We are seeking the big plan and the purpose for each song in someone's life.
The result is: deep lyrics, gorgeous chords, unique vocals, intricate keys, enchanting flute, and luscious cello lines-we bring you music that stays with you and changes you.
John was a piano prodigy in high school. He still is. But he turned away from using those pro skills for any other purpose than serving God. He has a hip-hop band, too, called Kingdom Business, that he pursues for the same purpose.
Andrea studied classical flute for years but secretly wanted to sing. But some little things came first, like getting a husband, a Ph.D., and a family. Now is apparently the time to sing.
John and Andrea met up in the unlikely venue of Craigslist and became a powerful writing duo. We are also the most unlikely duo, having next to "nothing in common" (except the most important thing).....
Andrea's voice has been called "unique" and "special". John has crazy piano skills--a musician's musician. Andrea's lyrics are deep and poetic and enticingly lead people back to the scriptures. Our songwriting has jumped out and caught the attention of experienced industry people.
Patrick Siegel of New Artist Avenue heard us on Myspace and asked to produce our unique songs using a top CCM production team, namely multi-Grammy winners Bill Whittington and Blair Masters.
Keith Mohr, President of IndieHeaven.com heard us on the Fanfaves chart and said, "I am listening to your music, it's real nice. Good songwriting!"
Blair Masters, prolific arranger/composer/programmer, said:
"Prayer/Life's music is unique in that it encourages space for prayer and meditation. Between John's inspired piano playing, and Andrea's creative melodies, I found the experience of working with them to be delightful."
Debra Byrd, vocal coach on American Idol, has enthusiastically supported the project and promises she will sing her favorite song on the debut album, "Your Mark"
We can't wait for you to use this music in your own journey towards deeper connection to yourself and to God.

posted by Andrea on 11/17/2009