An Artist, An Album, A World

How the Mark Heard Tribute Album Changed Music For Me

There are two songwriting giants in the Christian music world. I mean, sure, we’ve all got our favorites, but there are two that loom above the landscape higher than the rest: Rich Mullins and Mark Heard. Everybody knows Rich. Whether it’s because we sang “Awesome God” in our youth group or because Andrew Peterson name-checked him in “Nothing to Say,” Rich Mullins is a household name. Mark Heard, though, is less well known, and that’s a shame. He was the poet laureate of Christian music, or at least, he should have been. He took the Christian life, put music to it, and somehow made it more beautiful.

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Word + Song preview: Drew Miller

Tonight is the night! WORD + SONG is here!

In celebration, we’re giving you another little preview of what’s going down this evening in Loudon, Tennessee. Here’s Drew Miller, playing a song from his two-part project, Desolation & Consolation. The first half of the record can now be found at The Rabbit Room Store, and you should go download it!

OCTOBER 30, 2019 6:15pm
First Baptist Church, Tellico Village
Loudon, TN

You can find more about Drew Miller and his excellent and ongoing work at DrewMillerSongs.com. We hope to see you this evening! Join us at First Baptist Church of Tellico Village.

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Word + Song preview: Matthew Clark

It’s a great time to give you a preview of things to come! Matthew Clark, one of the three featured artists headlining Foundling House’s WORD + SONG storytelling concert, October 30, at First Baptist Church Tellico Village in Loudon, Tennessee, shares a bit here about the title track to his most recent release, Beautiful Secret Life.

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Save the Date

For quite some time now, we at Foundling House have been interested not only in putting worthwhile words together with discerning readers, but serving up art of many kinds in order to encourage people as the Holy Spirit draws them to Christ. Thus, we are making foray into concerts. Some of you may recall that we have done this before. We spent a winter night two years ago feasting on food, company, prose, and music at an event called Echo Hill. Plus, we’ve put on a house show or two. Now, more ambitiously, we’re attempting to make this a regular thing.

We’re introducing two concert series:

Live at the CORE and WORD + SONG.

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Loss and Gain

Seasons in life are rarely solely about what you think they’re about.

Last August, I had just gotten through my first year of being totally self-employed after eleven years at a salaried job. I left that job to pour my time and effort into the music I create with my husband. When I surrendered my old career, though, I lost a lot more than my salary.

I lost part of my identity as a teacher.

I lost the confidence of knowing how to do my job.

I lost the familiarity of routine.

I lost daily human interaction. 

I lost coworkers to laugh and commiserate with. 

Later that year, I lost harmony with my best friend.

I lost my perception of reality surrounding my family. 

I lost the ability to process all of these changes and stresses myself.

I lost the illusion of success.

I lost my hustle. 

I lost the bubbly parts of my personality.

I lost the feelings of excitement and joy.

I lost the will to get out of bed some mornings. 

When God wants to rebuild your heart, he doesn’t just focus on one part. This renovation went after much more than new paint colors and carpet. It stripped me down to the studs. 

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Playing in the Dark

There are a number of quarries in and around Knoxville where lanky, dusty men used to blast marble out of the hills before the Depression. In fact, if you read the odd town-centric indie publication here or there, you’ll eventually dig your way into a vein of prose in which some loafered, office-bound journalist will wax poetic about the geological intricacies of East Tennessee’s pink marble. We should all dream so big. In earnest, marble from Mead’s Quarry has made it all the way to New York and the District of Columbia. These old holes in the ground, however, have become the stuff of dreams nowadays. They tend to attract college students and hometown creatures alike to their emerald green waters, beckoning the sweltering and the summer-skinned to the coolness of placid depths. As for myself, though, I go in the deep dark of winter.

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