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Holy, Holy, Holy!

Once upon a time, I attended a church plant where the opening hymn every week was "Holy, Holy, Holy!" As a child, I found the practice to be tiresome and wondered why anybody would think that was a good idea. As an adult, I have a different perspective. This is now one of my favorite hymns because it focuses on one of the great qualities that distinguishes God from mankind - His holiness. Opening with such a profound statement every week was and is so appropriate to remind us fleshly beings what an amazing God we serve.

In the arrangement and recording of this song, the Lord was so good. The final version ended up having more than sixty separate audio tracks, and was almost nightmarish to edit and mix. But time and time again from the on-the-fly arrangement to the extended jam that became track thirteen, God was blessing this particular song. Someday, I would love to revisit this arrangement in a worship service setting with a full orchestra, choir, and praise band. I think the majesty of the text would be buoyed in such a powerful way that it would strongly encourage the worshiper.

Until such a time, I can say a hearty thank you to the band for their ingenuity and insight in developing their personal parts. And I extend a special thanks to my dear friend Brent Kinseth for stepping in at the last minute to record the bass guitar part. From rehearsal to final take was less than one hour, which I found to be both extremely professional and refreshing.

As the text reads, even the angels fall down in Jehovah's presence because He is so awesome and incredible. I long for the day when we all will have the privilege of such face to face admiration and completion.


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