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We've talked about the chiseled marble pillar of CCM that is Michael W. Smith.

So now we draw your attention to a similarly prolific cornerstone of the industry.

A man who, with 20 plus albums to his name, five Grammys, and somewhere a little north

of 11 billion devil wards.

Stephen Curtis Chapman.

The Sennavigatar teacher Stephen was born in Paduka, Kentucky in 1962.

He initially enrolled as a premed student at Georgetown, but soon dropped off to head

to Nashville and make it big in the promise land of CCM and mostly white country.

His first album, first hand, dropped in 1987.

And he's been churning out in a fence of God James, your mom can gently sway to the

minivan ever since, including Lord of the Dance, fingerprints of God, signs of life, more

to this life.

God is God, and the GCF Warhorse Dive.

If the aforementioned Michael W. Smith's bad catalog is tempered by a barely contained

sexual energy due to his bargain-bend Clooney looks, Chapman's is marked by a dorky sincerity

undergirded by a vibe that could best be described as dad Sheeran.

Let's face the facts, folks.

Let's face the facts.

The man is two scoops of strawberry ice cream.

No mix-ins, no sauces, but lest we forget a strawberry is a virtuous flavor unto itself.

The man with three last names has sold over 10 million albums written two books, co-authored

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