BIO
Published by admin under Uncategorized on October 7, 2008
B. MORR
“Someone please stop the alarm from going off.” Brandon thought this on the morning of July 15th, 2002. Unaware that this was the day that the path of his life would be altered, up out of bed and off to work he went. At 20 years of age, he was young, zealous, ignorant and totally oblivious to what was about to take place in his life. A man of words, Brandon was a poet, who at the time, likely without regeneration, decided to put down secular rap and hopes of becoming famous. His desire, as a “saved” young adult at his church, was to use his gift of writing to please God. Yet, at the time, he still wasn’t sure how he’d go about accomplishing that. A task many seek to pursue, but never achieve.
On the afternoon of July 15th, he carelessly strolled through the aisles and halls of this huge credit card processing company where he worked. It used to be a four story building, but when they moved it was made one big one - level edifice. It was likely he’d speak to no less than 15 people, walking from one end of the building to the next. After all, he considered himself a people person. Somewhere around the 2 o’clock hour he made acquaintances with a young lady in another department. After consistent communication, she invited him to her church.
Now, let’s pause the story here. Brandon was already attending the church that he was virtually born and raised in. However, through many personal battles and the pastor leaving the church, the sheep did scatter, but Brandon was at a stand still. “Do I stand or do I scatter as well?” he thought. He’d been attending his own church faithfully since Cal Ripken Jr. started his consecutive games streak. But perhaps not only would visiting another church be understandable, it might be necessarily refreshing.
Fast forward back to the church invitation from the young lady at his job. At this point he was trying to consider his true salvation, looking for the acceptance that was slowly fading at his home church and just seemingly needing to be embraced by a local assembly. Arriving at an annual Vacation Bible School at the young lady’s church, Brandon was introduced to a few people who would eventually have a great impact on his life and spiritual growth. Namely, he met the pastor of the church. Carrying a heart filled with pain, sadness, hurt, confusion, chaos and even a distorted view of God, Brandon began to share with the pastor of this church what was going on with him. Brandon poured and poured as if he were the wall that held back the Colorado River, suddenly giving in and collapsing before the very eyes of this pastor. It helped tremendously that the pastor was not only so down to earth and reachable, but that he was genuinely concerned for this young stranger that stood in his presence. As Brandon poured, his eyes filled with tears and he cried one of his hardest cries in his life. As he wept almost uncontrollably the pastor embraced him tightly and sat with him on the front pew of the church while remaining silent. He understood that sometimes a warm embrace comforts a broken heart better than words can.
As the visits to this church would increase, Brandon could not help but notice the true godly love that seemed to flow from the pastor on down to the guy that stood at the door greeting people. We’re not talking about our average, traditional, “smile in your face and ask you how you’re doing but hope you ONLY respond with something simple cause I actually don’t wanna know how you’re really doing cause I was just trying to be nice” kinda thing. Not at all. This was genuine.
The young lady, from his job, that invited him was intrigued by his love for poetry and word structure for it was a poem that he wrote to her upon his approaching her that kept her from totally shooting him down….crushing any hopes or assumptions he might have of them becoming friends. Upon further getting to know her, she introduced him to Holy Hip Hop. He’d never heard of it and while acting like he knew it would probably be wack, he was extremely curious. Having lunch one day the young lady gave him his first HHH CD: Cross Movement’s House of Reps. Brandon was floored and wanted more. It was not only challenging him to examine himself and his claims to be a Christian, it was actually good! Artistically!
Fast forwarding - because perhaps you’re getting tired of reading, Brandon hooked up with two brothers in ‘03 and formed the group First Line of Defense. First Line had a short run in time, but left a mark of truth in the hearts of many, including Brandon himself. Through God’s orchestration and divine plan, Brandon (also known as B or B. Morr) is now a solo artist desiring to bring all glory to the all powerful and triune God of the bible. He seeks to lift Christ up before men so that they may see the humility, meekness, and kindness of this Savior. But also the power, the wrath, and anger of a God who hates sin and will punish it. With biblical truth of how love endures, he has set out to bring unity amongst the body of believers. Various things cause people to divide and most of the time, true, genuine concerns are lost beyond the smokescreen of pride. A lack of application of the Word of God can cause much division. Yet this is not God’s intention for His people.
As you listen to B. Morr, the prayer is that you ignore the “man,” but consider the message he brings. Consider your own ways and may God continue to correct your perspective of how you view Him and His people. And even the lost. The time is past due where we must deny ourselves, pick up our crosses and follow Christ. Not just in word, but in deed. True humility will illumine your heart as you peer humbly at the cross. Consider the unthinkable sacrifice that Christ paid lined up against your Jeremiah 17:9 heart and humble yourself before God and men.
Grace and peace.