The Jazz Theologian
Strange Fruit Archives

Major scales are hopeful. Minor scales are not. The blues linger simultaneously in between–defiantly loving. Blue notes are flat, slightly dissonant yet expectant. Jazz never forgets the blues. Christianity always remembers the cross.

(Here's another installment from my current writing project) The Loveliest Lynchee Was Our Lord[1] That’s a difficult question, isn't it?  How do you follow strange fruit? Perhaps you’ve never thought of it this way before, but—as followers of Christ—we have […]

(I'm currently working on my second book.  It's a jazz-shaped take on the cross…I'll share a few excerpts this week…here's installment #1.) He stands stripped bare, arms restrained at the wrists.  His legs are lacerated on all sides; long deep […]