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During week three of the project, we're taking a hiatus from regular rehearsal and recording scheduling for some overdubs. Guitar sounds are melting my face currently, and Ben is rocking some sweetness with his new Les Paul pickups in tandem with all-tube goodness. Sitting behind the recording desk, I can calmly listen to the tones and riffs without having to concentrate on nailing the chord changes...I like the change of pace!

It also gives me some time to reflect on the crazy journey that God has brought me on to get to this point in history. Allow me to expound:

Almost ten years ago, I bumped into a colorful character by the name of Clay Jacobs. At the time, he had just relocated to the tiny blip of a town known as Gunnison, CO. He had just gone through a life-altering theological shift and was extremely zealous for ministry of a personal nature. He randomly showed up at a Campus Crusade for Christ meeting that I was attending and nonchalantly announced that he was unsure why he was there, but God had told him to be there. With such a mysterious introduction, I was immediately intrigued, and had to find out the story behind this unlikely visitor. When the meeting came to a close, the room quickly cleared until Clay and I were left alone. He said, "Well, I guess you're why I'm here." We descended instantly into deep doctrinal discussion that admittedly caught me completely off guard. After almost two hours of a brain-bending workout, we agreed to meet again in a couple of days for breakfast.

As I crawled out of bed at the early-for-any-college-student hour of 8am, I wondered at what sort of Niagara Falls of religion I was going to be privy to at this occasion. Clay was quite casual during breakfast, however, and our conversation settled on the extremely mediocre band that I was currently involved with. He mentioned some connections to some Nashville scene musicians and then he planted the seed that for me has become the Far Beyond Rescue project: a relevant, meaningful worship experience that can be used to help redeem this generation and involve them in deep and intimate relationships with God.

I haven't spoken with Clay often since that initial meeting, but I know that he still has a big heart for the Gospel truth, and I am so thankful that the Lord sent him to that small meeting in a tiny Colorado town that night!


  1. what did Clay say to plant the seed? what were this theological ideals?


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