Parenting is nothing like I expected it to be and yet everything I’d hoped it would be. My son is now 23 years of age and a thoughtful young man. Maybe even an old soul. I enjoy a good conversation with him about once a week. He lives in South Carolina now, pursuing a graduate degree in 19th century American history.

While he was home over the Christmas holidays he had a couple of topics he wanted to discuss for release on Faith Conversations. So my son John, my husband Mike, and I sat down and let John take the lead in the conversation. He wanted to talk about music for one topic. For another, he wanted to talk about what it’s like to be a person who feels deeply, or a deep feeler as he says on the podcast. It’s a blessing sometimes and sometimes not so much.

I grew up in a musical family, everyone sings, two play the guitar, one plays piano and ukulele, and the last two of us mostly sing, though I tinker at playing the piano. As John was growing up I would play music and sing around the house often. I would bring CD’s home from work from when I was a music director for Moody Radio Network. He had zero interest. As John got closer to his teenage years I became increasingly concerned that I was raising a child with no interest in music. To be fair, that’s not exactly true. He played the French horn in the school band, but truth be told, he rarely practiced. Then one day he just started listening to music. He went from not caring, to listening all the time. I was overjoyed.

But then he settled in on his music of choice. Yep! Metal music…..heavy metal music, even screamo music. Lest you pass judgment right now, I urge you to listen to the podcast and see what you think.

Don’t be afraid. We don’t play any metal music, we just talk about it.