Facing the Music: My Story

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Jennifer Knapp’s meteoric rise in the Christian music industry ended abruptly when she walked away and came out publicly as a lesbian. This is her story—of coming to Christ, of building a career, of admitting who she is, and of how her faith remained strong through it all.

At the top of her career in the Christian music industry, Jennifer Knapp quit. A few years later, she publicly revealed she is gay. A media frenzy ensued, and many of her former fans were angry with what they ...

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Overview

Jennifer Knapp’s meteoric rise in the Christian music industry ended abruptly when she walked away and came out publicly as a lesbian. This is her story—of coming to Christ, of building a career, of admitting who she is, and of how her faith remained strong through it all.

At the top of her career in the Christian music industry, Jennifer Knapp quit. A few years later, she publicly revealed she is gay. A media frenzy ensued, and many of her former fans were angry with what they saw as turning her back on God. But through it all, she held on to the truth that had guided her from the beginning.

In this memoir, she finally tells her story: of her troubled childhood, the love of music that pulled her through, her dramatic conversion to Christianity, her rise to stardom, her abrupt departure from Christian Contemporary Music, her years of trying to come to terms with her sexual orientation, and her return to music and Nashville in 2010, when she came out publicly for the first time. She also talks about the importance of her faith, and despite the many who claim she can no longer call herself a believer, she maintains that she is both gay and a Christian.

Now an advocate for LGBT issues in the church, Jennifer has witnessed heartbreaking struggles as churches wrestle with issues of homosexuality and faith. This engrossing, inspiring memoir will help people understand her story and to believe in their own stories, whatever they may be.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
08/11/2014
Bursting quickly to stardom in the Christian music world shortly after her college conversion, singer-songwriter Knapp disappeared abruptly from the public eye in 2004. Here, she offers a comprehensive memoir spanning her earliest childhood in the 1970s to her 2010 return to performing from self-imposed exile. The book seems designed to explain her seclusion, which she chalks up to physical exhaustion from her brutal tour schedule and the emotional strain of coming to terms with herself as a lesbian. Her memoir suffers from uneven pacing, alternating between catalogues of activities and long reflections on her emotional state. While she does paint a bleak portrait of the constant scrutiny and moral nitpicking contemporary Christian musicians face, her retelling of events seems to place blame for problems outside her own actions. The book will appeal to fans seeking insight into Knapp’s work and to others hoping for an insider view of Christian music. Some readers might find the issues raised, such as Christian hypocrisy, doubt, and homosexuality, unhelpfully unresolved. (Oct.)
Alison Amyx
“Jennifer Knapp’s lyrics come alive in the pages of Facing the Music, a vivid account of Knapp’s journey to embrace herself, her faith, and her capacity for love. Neither a confession nor an apology, Facing the Music is a hard-won declaration that faith and love transcend our theologies of exclusion. In this deeply personal memoir, Jennifer Knapp offers hope to individuals struggling to overcome the rejection, shame,and insecurities so often experienced by LGBTQ Christians.”
Dan Haseltine
"When I first found Jennifer's music in the mid-nineties, I was struck by how adept she was at unearthing the tensions of the human condition through her songs. With her writing, she has ventured to the most vulnerable of places to offer us the story of a girl, once broken, in the throes of becoming whole."
Ross Murray
Facing the Music is a fascinating read on so many levels. Knapp is brutally honest about herself, about what she experienced, and what was happening in her head and her heart as she grew in her relationship with music, Christianity, and her sexual orientation. It pulls back the curtain on the Christian music industry to look at the business behind the worship and the squeaky clean image. It’s a story that many of us will be able to relate to, in our own way, and readers of Facing the Music will find not only Knapp’s story, but their own as well.”
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781476759470
  • Publisher: Howard Books
  • Publication date: 10/7/2014
  • Pages: 304
  • Sales rank: 297,784
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 10.40 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

Jennifer Knapp
Jennifer Knapp is a highly acclaimed singer-songwriter who got her star in Christian Contemporary Music (CCM). Knapp exited CCM in 2002 at the height of her professional music career and seemed to disappear. On her return in 2010, she publicly confirmed that she was gay. Today, she performs and tours extensively and actively engages in advocacy work alongside religious communities and leaders that seek to create an open and affirming spiritual home for lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender people of faith.
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Facing the Music

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Eight months after the Supreme Court ruling on Roe v. Wade, my parents found themselves unwed, pregnant, and expecting twins. Before they had even considered what their lives might look like, they were confronted with a challenging beginning as to how they were going to be a family, or if they even wanted to. My mother, a teenager, and my father, a post-Vietnam Navy veteran barely into his twenties, did as most honorable small-town Kansas folks expected at the time. They decided to keep their babies and get married.

My young parents’ brief history together was colored by the social taboos they had challenged. Their seven-year age difference, their clandestine love affair, premarital pregnancy, and a shotgun wedding no doubt seemed like slim odds for a lasting relationship. Instead of finishing high school, my mother spent what would have been her senior year giving birth and nursing babies. After an adventurous summer with a pretty young girl, my father suddenly found himself responsible for the welfare of a wife and two children.

After two years, they would divorce. My mother, barely in her twenties, lost the custody battle to my father. The court reached an unusual decision, choosing my father as the parent most responsible to care for my sister and me. We were two toddlers still shaky on our feet, trying to understand what phrases like child custody and visitation rights had to do with why Mom wasn’t there to tuck us into bed each night. Growing up, we would have to learn how to adapt to the pitch and roll of being shared between my parents’ two worlds. Going forward, we were to live full-time with my father, while spending alternate weekends with Mom.

Mom only lived a few miles away in those early years, but everything seems bigger, longer, and farther away when you’re little. Even though Mom might be living in the next county over, our journey there was always an adventure.

Fridays were the most important, highly anticipated day of the week for us. I would be in utter bliss when I knew Mom was on her way to pick us up for the weekend, and disappointed when I realized that I’d have to wait another week to see her.

The best Fridays were filled with the ritual of her coming. With anticipation, I’d get to pack a little bag of clothes and place it by the front door. I’d sit at the window, willing every passing car to be hers. What joy it was when through the darkness, a pair of headlights turned from the road into our driveway! Mom! At last!

Once I’d jumped into the car, I was in her world, a place in which we had developed our own traditions. I couldn’t wait to show her every tomboy bump and bruise that I had acquired since we were last together, so that she could hasten the healing of each blemish with her tender kisses. Then, after every ache had been attended to, we would sing. I was torn between the excitement of joining in the chorus or just listening to her sing alone. Hers was the most glorious voice I had ever heard. Whether she led us in a rousing rendition of “Bill Grogan’s Goat” or the Beatles’ “Yellow Submarine,” I was beside myself with awe and wonder over her talent. The longer the drive to our destination, the better. I welcomed the nights when the rain poured down and Mom had to drive more slowly. Rather than fighting the weather, we sang through it. Ours was the perfect cocoon of joy on four wheels.

During our short times together, Mom always made an effort to do something special for us. In the winter, she would join us in a wild snowball fight. In the summer, she’d start a water war by grabbing a garden hose and dousing us with cold spray. If we were stuck inside, she’d teach us to play a card game or how to make a batch of cookies. She found a way to be a part of our lives by making memories out of the most ordinary days.

If Fridays were the good days, Sundays were bittersweet, knowing that the minutes with Mom were ticking down, and that we soon would be parting ways. I was aware that she would be taking us back home. I was old enough to repeat the facts, that it would be two weeks until we could do it all over again, but two weeks, to a five-year-old, felt like a lifetime. It was difficult to imagine passing the time between then and the next visit, so I tried to make the most of the lazy Sunday afternoons before going home. I’d do my best to fight back the tears, aware that our weekend together was drawing to a close.

She’d drive us back home to the small farm where we lived with my father in rural southeastern Kansas, five miles east of a cozy little town called Chanute. Our house was a breezy fixer-upper nestled on a few acres between pastures and soybean fields. My sister and I spent most of our time outdoors exploring, looking for wild mulberries along the fence-line trees or working alongside my father in our old, red wooden barn as he tended to his horses. I found comfort in the simplicity of my father’s world. There was always something constructive to be done around the farm, mending fences or feeding the animals. When the chores were done, he’d grab a rope and teach us how to lasso a sawhorse as if it were a calf, or maybe even fashion us a bow and arrow made from tree branches and baling twine. With Dad, there was always adventure with work and with play.

Among my favorite things to do was to help Dad shoe the horses. His skills as a farrier were fascinating. Whenever he brought out his tools and the anvil, I was right there to join him. Though I was still small enough that I could walk under a horse, I begged for him to let me in on the action. There were times where he might say something like, “This is too big a job for a little girl,” but I wouldn’t have it. I wanted to be just like him. So, he taught me, perhaps nervously, to pick up the hoof of our mare, hold it between my knees and file it down. It didn’t matter that I only had the strength and coordination to last for a few seconds. He let me be a part of his world and I was overjoyed. While other little girls were playing with dolls and dressing up, I found my stride alongside my dad as a happy little tomboy.

My father faced his fair share of criticism for supposedly letting his pretty little girls run wild. I was as happy as I could imagine when I was knee deep in mud fetching the horses from the pasture. However, Grandma Knapp did not see it that way.

There were the odd Sundays when grandma insisted that we clean up, put on dresses, and head to church with her. Yielding to his mother’s insistence that we should at least try to act like little ladies, she would squeeze us (against our will) into nylons and patent leather shoes, comb our hair, and send us off to Sunday school. I felt like a lump of meat shoved into an itchy sausage casing. I was the spitting image of Scout from To Kill a Mocking Bird. There was nothing more excruciating than to have to try to pay attention to the unwanted, boring lessons about Jesus and the loaves and fishes while trying to manage a pair of creeping nylons running up my backside. All I could think of was changing into a pair of jeans and getting back outside on the farm with my dad.

Much of the adult conversation in my father’s world in those days was about how his little girls needed a woman’s influence. The fear, I suppose, was that we would soon grow so wild and tomboyish, that we might eventually be unrecognizable as girls. My mother, with her allotment of four days per month, and my Grandma Knapp were doing the best to inspire femininity in us, but it wasn’t enough. I think everyone felt a bit of relief when, after a few short years of being a single father, he would meet and introduce us to the woman who would change our lives.

I remember being excited about my father’s new love. While I adored my father’s laid-back style of living, there was some charm we were clearly missing without a woman on the scene. Up to that point, our country house was little more than a shelter, where we ate and slept. The only life we had known for the two years since my parents’ divorce was that of subsistence. A life in which we all worked and played outside until we had nothing left, then retreated tiredly indoors, choked down one of my father’s dreary hamburger hash concoctions, then prepared for bed, with the prospect of doing the same the next day. Though I loved my father and found comfort in his attention, I had no idea how much all of us still ached for a sense of family.

The early days of my dad’s courtship were wonderful. Instead of the once dull, gray meals we ate alone with our father, we now had company to add excitement to our evenings. All of us together, joyfully preparing the dinner and sharing the happenings of the day. Dad seemed relaxed and his happiness spilled out for all of us to share. I found myself hoping that they would get married so that it would last. She was also a much better cook than my father, and I began to notice what a void those days were in between comforting weekends with my mother. I saw my grandmas and grandpas together, and I saw other children with their moms and dads under one roof and I realized that I had been missing out.

I remember thinking how beautiful my father’s friend was. She had long, silky straight hair that fell down her back all the way to her waist. I was enamored of it, and often begged for her to let me run my fingers through it. I had never seen such long and splendid locks except on television, when the famed country music star Crystal Gayle sang on Hee Haw. After dinner, we would retire to the living room to watch whatever was on television, and she would let me play with her hair. She taught me how to weave the long tresses into braids. I felt so proud and loved when she would admire my work in the mirror afterward, turning her head this way and that, saying “What a beautiful job you have done!”

I liked her very much.

When they decided to get married my Grandma Knapp sewed two matching yellow flower girl dresses and, it seemed, we all got married together. I was five years old and starting to get into the swing of life with two sets of families—my mom’s, whom I visited, and my lived-in home with my father and his new bride. I finally started to feel like I had an idea of what family was and could be. For a while, I couldn’t have imagined it working out any better.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 24, 2015

    I have always appreciated Jennifer's honesty and realness throu

    I have always appreciated Jennifer's honesty and realness through her music, and this is what I appreciate so much about her book. She has always stood out as someone who has her own wise convictions and is not afraid to be true to them, and real about her struggles as a human. I am grateful for her willingness to share her journey regarding her faith and sexuality, as well as her experience in the interesting world of evangelical Christianity. As an evangelical believer, I see it as vital that the church listens up and learns from her. The issue of sexuality and faith is one the modern evangelical church/believers must address; not with bigotry, hate and ignorance (as I see happening all the time) but with grace, empathy, and understanding as well as in respect of other's journeys. Jennifer has done a wonderful job of sharing her journey in a way that can help those who may not get where she is coming from understand and grow beyond their quick judgments, which often stem from their own predispositions. Jennifer also does a great job of helping those of us who grew up in the evangelical world see our crazy little idiosyncrasies, which had me laughing out loud. This new perspective is helpful! Sometimes it is more about evangelical culture than Christ-like behavior. I highly recommend this book and feel every penny spent on it was worth it. I feel wiser, and more well-rounded as a person of faith after reading it!

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  • Posted October 10, 2014

    I've only read the excerpt from Chapter 1 here, but can't wait t

    I've only read the excerpt from Chapter 1 here, but can't wait to read the rest! I've followed Jennifer Knapp since her early days of Christian music and have continued since she returned to the music industry.  I thank her for sharing her life with the world!

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