Music Spotlight: Mary Spender (AGAIN)


Okay so y'all have already heard about this lovely lady, but after spending 2 weeks of my Summer with her in Edinburgh I just had to point you in her direction again. Mary's voice is SO unique. She's like a more soulful, more original Ellie Goulding. It's like Etta Jones and Cher meets acoustic guitar - perfect for snuggling up with a cup of tea when the weather (eventually) gets cooler. As well as being an accomplished musician (she played viola in our apocalyptic opera at the Fringe Festival) she's also a enviably brilliant person. Her new EP is currently in the pipe-line - I've already had a sneaky listen (being her friend and all) and it sounds gorgeous. It's going to be the soundtrack of my winter. So please take a visit to her Facebook or her Twitter - maybe check her out on Spotify and Itunes as well. She's going to be such a star!

Currently Listening to: Mary Spender - Memories

Blogger Spotlight: Thule Fiona



It's high time I pointed all you lovely readers in the direction of yet another one of my favourite blogs. My gorgeous, kooky friend Fiona is part of the reason why Elliespeaks exists - I believe I was ranting about something in the library one afternoon and she told me to either get a blog and write it down or shut up and get on with my homework. She has been one of my biggest supporters and not just in terms of the blog, she's been a real pal through thick and thin. I LOVE HER. I'M HER BIGGEST FAN.

Her blog is one of my favourites because it's so honest. Fiona is an individual through and through, she has never been anything but herself and her blogposts reflect this - whether she is writing about Oxford, or fashion, or tattoos or her lust for all things Scandinavian, her voice is always fresh, interesting and candid. I find her fascinating: I love her opinions, I love her thoughts and I love hearing about her adventures - so please, have a visit over to ThuleFiona and be her friend. She also has an AWESOME blog layout.


Worship: a rant, a challenge, a reassessment

I've been thinking a lot recently about worship at churches and conferences and how I hate the spectacle that it so often becomes. People raising their hands, people writing songs, people singing songs, people dancing, people closing their eyes, people on their knees - these are all beautiful things but if they don't come from a genuine awe of God and are more concerned with impressing others or trying to look holy then they are corrupt and meaningless and a danger to our relationship with God. Just as catholic symbolism and anglican liturgy can,at times, seem like empty, religious ritualism, so can our charismatic worship routines be just as void.

God is so clear about what he thinks about false worship. Here are just a few verses:

'what sorrow awaits those who have deserted me! Let them die for they have rebelled against me. I wanted to redeem them but they have told lies about me. they do not cry out to me with sincere hearts. Instead they sit on their couches and wail' (Hosea 7:13-14)

'Israel has built many altars to take away sin, but these very altars became places for sinning!...the people of Israel love their rituals of sacrifice, but to me their sacrifices are all meaningless' (Hosea 8:11,13)

'I will not accept your offerings. But my name is honoured by people f other nations from morning till night. All around the world they offer sweet incense and pure offerings in honour f my name. For my name is great among the nations...but you dishonour my name with your actions' (Malachi 1:11,12)

There's a church here in Milan that took a break from having worship with instruments just so they could realign themselves with what it REALLY means to worship God. What an amazing stand?! How many of us would be willing to be a part of something like that?

The Hebrew word to worship means to serve. So when we say we want to be worshippers we are saying we want to be servants. Servants are humbled before a master. So our approach to worship should emulate that of a humble servant.

I have to challenge this a lot in myself. So many times I find myself questioning my motives, which is probably why my hands are shaking so much as I type this because God has something very clear to say to me, to all of us about how we worship him. How I worship God in the private space of my own bedroom should be how I worship God in a public place. I don't need flashing lights, electric guitars, cracking vocals and jazzy tunes to be brought into presence of God. I don't need to be part of congregational sung worship in order to give him praise.

My spirit boils with discontent at the thought of sung worship becoming an idol in itself; when people respond more to the hype of a new song, a new album or a drum beat than the overpowering grace God shows us everyday.

I've been trying to find other ways to praise God that don't involve singing, clapping and rushing to download the latest Hillsong album. I want to praise God in all areas of my life, in my relationships, in my temperament, in my attitude to my work and my finances. I'm so sick of worship being confined to 30 minutes of carefully chosen, religiously rehearsed, structured singing. How can the spirit move if we hold so tightly to the reigns? I'm so sick of the focus being on the quality of music in the church rather than the quality of it's lifestyle.

So I'm opening up the floor and asking you to join me in my mission to practice new ways of worshipping. Please comment on this post with suggestions and let's encourage each other with other ways of bringing honest offerings to a God that deserves so much Glory.


AHHHHHHHHH MILANO.


Apologies for the serious absence of blogs. I've had so many good ideas that all seem to be stuck in my journal as 'working progresses'. However this particular blog demanded an element of urgency seeing as its contextual significance is fleeting. For those of you who are unaware, I'm off on another little jolly tomorrow. It sounds pretty quaint and cultural, but in my reality the whole thing is less of a jolly and more of a big scary leap of faith. I'm going to Milan. That might not sound particular terrifying, but let me expand: I'm going to Milan, by myself to volunteer at the YWAM base, working and staying with people I have NEVER met, in a city I have NEVER been to, attempting to communicate in a language of which my ability consist of a mere smattering of generic phrases and random subjunctive conjugations. AH SCARY.

If you had spoken to me about this a couple of days ago, I would have fallen silent (totally out of character!) or perhaps mumbled a few corny christian phrases about how 'God's got it' etc. when inside it felt like my stomach was about to soar out of my mouth. I think the aspect of the trip that was crippling me the most is the fact that I have NO IDEA what I'm going to be doing out there. I'm not used to this. I'm Ellie Jackson of the lists, routines and overburdened schedules. When I go somewhere, I go there with a purpose, with a sense of direction and with some form of preparation tucked under my arm. But today as I was cheerfully packing and ruthlessly tidying my room, I had a little revelation and now I'm really excited. I'm seeing this trip as a challenge, a challenge to trust God completely. I'm not quite sure how this whole thing got from a cheeky email saying 'Hi, I'm learning Italian, I love Jesus, please let me stay' to an actual REAL-LIFE plane ticket and plan - but I'm sure He does.

So I'm excited. I'm excited because ANYTHING could happen this week, or alternatively NOTHING could happen this week. I might be stomping through the streets of Italy's fashion capital telling people about Jesus, or I might be roaming around the pavements eating gelato and pondering big DEEP thoughts. This is my act of obedience and I have enough experience of God to know that he'll honour that. I'm going to attempt to give you a daily update via ipod touch (WOAH TECHNOLOGY) but that may not be feasible. Please would you pray for me, because amidst my fresh enthusiasm there is still that pant-wetting fear and I would really really love for this week to be significant and fruitful. MUCH LOVE.