No Matter What the Weapon Is, We Win!

“Don’t you realize that in a race everyone runs, but only one person gets the prize? So run to win! All athletes are disciplined in their training. They do it to win a prize that will fade away, but we do it for an eternal prize. So I run with purpose in every step. I am not just shadowboxing” (1 Corinthians 9:24-26).

“If we are faithful to the end, trusting God just as firmly as when we first believed, we will share in all that belongs to Christ” (Hebrews 3:14).

Of course with all the things you are facing and dealing with in your own life, you have been completely unable to move on without knowing what we are up to.  Not really, we sure. But for our own sakes, it’s kind of cool to keep a record of where we are on this journey toward sharing what God has given us with the world.

Everybody has a light, and our light is mutually music. We feel very strongly that God wants us to share that light with the world–or at least those in the world who will listen. Music is one of those things that just communicates directly to the heart and soul of a person. Art and food kind of do the same thing. They slip in past a person’s inhabitions and get them involved in…well, something–good or bad. Music, art, and food break through all kinds of social, cultural, ethnic, and economic barriers. It’s quite amazing what happens in a crowd of people who don’t know each other when good music and food start to be served up. Have you ever watched the transformation? It’s a little funny to see the wallflowers bloom, the crossed arms unfold, and the nervous grins turn into falling-all-over-you laughter.

We like this about the gift of music. God’s love, power, and saving grace can be communicated to even the hardest heart with little resistance. We’ve seen it with our own eyes–from the stage. Angry men soften. Distant couples draw closer and begin to worship together. But because of the world we live in, our gifts do not come to their fullness without a fight. And we have been fighting.

We had to move again earlier this year.

Will was diagnosed with a severe eye disorder called keratoconus. At this point, surgery seems to be the only option. He cannot see to do much of anything.

We’ve been rediscovering who we are as a couple and what that means for our music:

Should we continue as Will and Jevon? Or just Will? Or just Jevon?

Are we doing the right music?

How can we get the sound we feel God created us to release?

Is this the right timing?

We’re sure you know how it is. No one is immune to obstacles and roadblocks. But one thing we must all hold onto is what God said. We revisit His word to us frequently. It is our foundation. We go to Him and ask Him to remind us again what is it He wants from us. Then we ask for a plan and a strategy, and He gives it to us step by step.

So returning to what He told us almost two years ago, we are working on developing a five-song demo to present to a few small record labels. The style is one that mixes together all of what we were raised on–and it wasn’t black gospel. Sorry, folks. It’s that good-to-the-soul-and-spirit kind of music. It’s a blend of soul, jazz, and gospel. Deep, intimate lyrics about the nature of God and His power in our lives will bring substance to the rhythm and beat. Maybe we’ll give you a little taste of it this weekend. Check back with us.

We are asking for your prayers. Husband and wife united in a joint effort to share God’s light and love with the world is certainly NOT what the enemy wants to see be successful. Nevertheless, we are excited and hopeful. We remain that way. We remain in hope and optimism. We remain in Christ.

With love and great expectancy for an exceptional future,

Will and Jevon


Sweet Dream or a Beautiful Nightmare

Not sure what to call this, but I (Jevon) had a dream last night that Will and I were the guest worship leaders at this church that both of our families attended when we were children. The church had grown up a lot in my dream. It had an orchestra versus your standard contemporary worship band. We did not have a chance to rehearse with the band, because it was fairly short notice, but we figured it would be OK since we had chosen songs we all knew.

Anyhow, we were sitting stage left, when we received our cue to take the stage and begin worship. We walked up the stairs and up onto the stage clapping our hands and praising God, letting the audience know it was time to worship the King of kings. “Everyone stand on your feet and let’s worship the Lord together!”

The music began and it was full and beautiful. For some reason we were doing “Victory Is Mine”—a very old song. As we were about to open our mouths to sing we noticed there were no lyrics, no charts on the podium, no big screen in the back of the auditorium. Honestly, I am not sure why this was a problem. For the most part, Will and I memorize the lyrics to the songs we lead. It’s something we have really tried to train ourselves in for moments like the one I was dreaming.

It seemed like the floor had dropped out from under us, but we tried to recover and start the set anyway. Some how the band started the song in a different key and Will and I both were just ad libbing and doing free worship trying to find the melody. No such luck.

We dropped back to the rear of the stage and tried to see what the band director had on his podium. What charts was he reading? Do we need to start over? Do we have time to change the set? Can we rehearse really quick?

Absurd questions of course. It’s showtime, dawg! You’re on! But it was a dream, and sometimes dream exaggerate spaces of time and even emotions.

So while we are trying to get our footing, the elders filed onto the stage and took their seats. The one who was responsible for the morning welcome and announcements got up and did his piece. They were moving on with the program. Oh, well…

We went back to our seats on stage left and actually did not feel embarrassment. We had that feeling of “these things happen.” Very strange.

Are you a dream interpreter? Maybe you can share what you think. Or maybe you’ve had a dream similar to this. What did you gain from it?