Understand the potential pitfalls that are laid out by those who are so critical of the church whether they do so intentionally or not.

Dear Dave,

Dear Dave,

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I always love hearing my friend Rob Gardner talk about writing Lamb of God, an Easter oratorio about the final days of Christ’s earthly ministry. I think part of it is because while Rob is incredibly talented (arguably a musical genius), I also know him to be a pretty normal guy. We’ve seen movies together and gone to London together, and what I appreciate about Rob is that he isn’t and doesn’t pretend to be someone who has it all figured out. And yet, he wrote what I consider to be a masterpiece all about the Savior of the world. He was young at the time and was enrolled in a program for film music at USC. He had been fortunate to be admitted to the program and was really enjoying it when all of a sudden, he began having ideas for what would become Lamb of God. He hadn’t even begun writing the oratorio when he contacted the London Symphony Orchestra via email and asked if they would be willing to record his composition. They wrote back explaining cost and availability, and Gardner booked it. He then dropped out of his program at USC solely based on the good feeling he had about the project, and a few months later, it was finished. Gardner’s Lamb of God explores the end of Christ’s ministry through the eyes of those who knew Him best.

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After singing with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir for five years, Tyler Hill didn't expect his and his sister's music to grab the attention of big name celebrities, let alone a man who is famous for drinking his own urine, wrangling alligators, and gutting and climbing inside a dead camel to stay alive.

No one on New Hampshire’s beautiful Lake Winnipesaukee could have suspected that the still air on a peaceful Saturday morning in 1985 might almost prove lethal for one of its most recognizable summer residents, Bill Marriott.