Who Is Jesus to You…..

Last night, I had the privelege of speaking to a confirmation class, for a good friend of mine. He is a shepherd for some of the 8th grade boys, and they have spent the bulk of the year talking about how faith in God doesn’t have to mean you have to sacrifice fun and joy in your life.  They’ve been working on showing the kids that the world’s distorted idea of fun is not necessarily fun.  Which is why I was asked to come in and tell my story – my buddy told the leaders all about me and how I had lived in the world, being conformed to the world’s idea of what fun was.

So I get this cool opportunity to speak to a bunch of teenagers.  What do you say to teenagers????  How am I going to get on their level????

And God told me “don’t TRY to get on their level.  It’s not about you anyway”.  And He said “Ask them ‘who is Jesus to you?'”.

And so I did.  I revolved my story around this one question- “Who is Jesus to you”.

Two amazing things happened through this process.  First, I was challenged with this myself.  Who is Jesus to me?  I mean that in this way – how am I living, based on who Jesus is to me?  And the hard reality is that since I am part of the bride of Christ for all intents, I’m living as an adulterer.  A whore, if you will…..  And I got to thinking about how that would feel, to be the bridegroom of a whore.  It curdles my blood just thinking of it…..  So why would treat THE lover of my soul, my Lord and King, this way?  Things need to change in my life………

That sounds negative – but it’s really a wonderful thing!  I love it when I am challenged in my life.  I love it when the Lord reveals to me those things that grieve him.  It’s never in a condemning way (although the enemy will always try to twist it – and the “whore” part was from me, and my painting a picture of how disrepectful I am to one I love so dearly).  It’s always out of love, and always for my best interest.  And more important – for the best interest of others.  And most important – for his glory!

The other really cool thing was in speaking with Barb, who leads the confirmation group, after my talk.  The one thing she didn’t tell me was that she had been leaving a nugget with the kids and their parents, to discuss and pray over the summer about – “Who is Jesus to you?”.  EXACTLY what the Lord had put on my heart to speak with the kids about!  How cool is that!

I just recieved an email from Barb, which brightened my day, gave me huge goosebumps and makes me so glad that God is working in and through these kids.  I hope it’s ok that I share it here.  It’s definitely an answer to prayer, and I’m thrilled that even one of these kids is taking this very question to heart.  ”  Who is Jesus to you?”

I pray you do as well.  God bless you!


Dear Ted,

Just wanted to thank you again for sharing your story with us last night.  I heard from one  of the moms this am that her son, who never talks, came home and told her everything you had said…  She was thrilled!  Thank you for being a living example of following Jesus.  You are welcome to join us anytime!

Your sister in Christ,



Who Cares?????


Obama produced his birth certificate.  Finally.  All I can say is – WHO CARES????

This entire thing has been a show – one big, ridiculous, stupid, annoying show, to please us or keep us pre-occupied with worthless, unimportant crap.  And I want to ask, in all sincerity and with all due respect – I really do not mean to offend anyone – but really, are you going to get hung up on things such as this birth certificate, when there are SO MANY things more important?  Especially given that it does exist, as we now see in print?  And I’ll ask this too – if this were a Republican, would you have persued it as much – even if only in your heart or in “small talk”?

Please don’t respond to this post.  And please don’t think this doesn’t apply to Dems too – my point is this.  Let’s stop all this crap about lefties/liberals/pinkos/commies and conservatives/bible-thumpers/”religious right”/teabaggers.  Let’s stop throwing stones at each other, and look at what WE are doing, or not doing, to better our families, our neighborhoods, our state and country.

This does not at all mean we drop what we stand for – or even that we shouldn’t argue our point.  If you truly care about something, you may have to fight for it.  That makes sense.  But do we really need to sling mud?  How old are we????

To my “conservative” friends – “What would Jesus do?”  Ask yourself that, and stop and think about it.

To my “liberal” friends – if the other side is intolerant, how intolerant are you, by doing the same thing or thinking they are the devil?  If you don’t like how someone treats you, how is it at all justifiable to treat them in kind?  Ask yourself that, and stop and think about it.

True debate should be civil – unfortunately, I don’t see that happen too often in electronic form.  It’s too easy to hide behind our screens.  I’m guilty of that myself, so where I may sound like I’m being self-righteous here, I’m not.  I’m being an idiot too.  I’m sorry for that, and I’ll work to be better about it.  I care about you, not all that other crap we maybe can’t agree about.

So the birth certificate is out now – can we put this to rest, or is it going to be fodder for more stupid news stories and more reasons for the left to attack the right for being so childish in how they attack Obama, and the right to attack the left in being so childish in how they defend Obama (or reverse that statement and replace Obama with Bush/Palin/place your fav Republican here)?  Really – WHO CARES?????

K – off my soap box now.  Have a blessed day!

Come See Me Play!!!

One week from this Thursday!  Station 4 in St. Paul is the place.  May 5th (Or Cinco De Mayo, for those so inclined) is the date.  There is music to be made, and festivities to be had.  I think it’d be swell if you came out.  I think you would think it’s swell too.  And I think it’s swell that you would think as such.  Isn’t that just dandy!

Get your tickets now!  Click this link here:


Yes, that link right up there.  Or – come see me and I’ll hook ya up.  Or – get your tickets at the door.  Whatever suits your fancy, Nancy.

K – see you in a week!


Oh – and here’s my new song.  I might play it next week, you just never ever ever know…..


The Empty Tomb…

Early on the first day of the week, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene went to the tomb and saw that the stone had been removed from the entrance.  So she came running to Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one Jesus loved, and said, “They have taken the Lord out of the tomb, and we don’t know where they have put him!”

So Peter and the other disciple started for the tomb.  Both were running, but the other disciple outran Peter and reached the tomb first.  He bent over and looked in at the strips of linen lying there but did not go in.  Then Simon Peter, who was behind him, arrived and went into the tomb. He saw the strips of linen lying there,  as well as the burial cloth that had been around Jesus’ head. The cloth was folded up by itself, separate from the linen.  Finally the other disciple, who had reached the tomb first, also went inside. He saw and believed.  (They still did not understand from Scripture that Jesus had to rise from the dead.)

Even though Jesus had told his disciples more than once that he would be betrrayed, murdered, and rise again – they just didn’t get it.  Until they saw it with their own eyes.  Much like our faith in Christ.  We just don’t get it.  Until he opens our eyes.  I pray this Easter morning, that if the Lord hasn’t yet opened your eyes, he does today!  That you see the Risen King for what he is, and marvel in his glory!  That you open the door that he’s been knocking on, and let him in.  Oh what a glorious day indeed!

For you know that it was not with perishable things such as silver or gold that you were redeemed from the empty way of life handed down to you from your ancestors, but with the precious blood of Christ, a lamb without blemish or defect.

The Death of Jesus….

At the sixth hour darkness came over the whole land until the ninth hour.  And at the ninth hour Jesus cried out in a loud voice, “Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?”—which means, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”

When some of those standing near heard this, they said, “Listen, he’s calling Elijah.”

One man ran, filled a sponge with wine vinegar, put it on a stick, and offered it to Jesus to drink. “Now leave him alone. Let’s see if Elijah comes to take him down,” he said.

With a loud cry, Jesus breathed his last.

The curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom.  And when the centurion, who stood there in front of Jesus, heard his cry and saw how he died, he said, “Surely this man was the Sonof God!”

I’d Rather Not Be a Doorkeeper….

Yesterday, I posted Psalm 84 for your review. Many of you have read it before. many of you may love it like I do.  Many of you may profess to want this in your lives, just as I do.

But do I?  I have to confess, I don’t necessarily want to be a doorkeeper.  To be the one who nobody notices, who doesn’t get the credit, the reward – the GLORY.  All too often, I want the glory……

God is telling me, “You don’t need that glory.  Be a doorkeeper.”  And I respond, “Lord, help me to be just that.  To truly die to myself, and cling to you.  Help me to be a servant, not strive to lead.  Help me to be the forgotten one, the passed over – to be truly humble……”

It’s not easy.  But it certainly would be better, for even one day, than a thousand days anywhere else….

Better is one day in your courts
than a thousand elsewhere;
I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God
than dwell in the tents of the wicked.

I Would Rather Be a Doorkeeper….

There are some very powerful words in Psalm 84….

How lovely is your dwelling place,
O LORD Almighty!
My soul yearns, even faints,
for the courts of the LORD;
my heart and my flesh cry out
for the living God.

Even the sparrow has found a home,
and the swallow a nest for herself,
where she may have her young—
a place near your altar,
O LORD Almighty, my King and my God.
Blessed are those who dwell in your house;
they are ever praising you.

Blessed are those whose strength is in you,
who have set their hearts on pilgrimage.
As they pass through the Valley of Baca,
they make it a place of springs;
the autumn rains also cover it with pools.
They go from strength to strength,
till each appears before God in Zion.

Hear my prayer, O LORD God Almighty;
listen to me, O God of Jacob.

Look upon our shield, O God;
look with favor on your anointed one.

Better is one day in your courts
than a thousand elsewhere;
I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God
than dwell in the tents of the wicked.
For the LORD God is a sun and shield;
the LORD bestows favor and honor;
no good thing does he withhold
from those whose walk is blameless.

O LORD Almighty,
blessed is the man who trusts in you.