Note: I received a little e-note from Robert today. "Thanks for the insightful discussion of Bev Shea's signature song. As today is his 101st birthday, I've posted an article about him, plus a video clip of the song, on my daily blog on hymn history, Wordwise Hymns. I invite you to take a look. God bless." Check out his site if you are interested in some of the stories behind the great hymns of our faith. Here is the article about Mr.Shea and his signature song.
I have been doing this church thing for a lot of years. I have sung hundreds of songs over the four decades or so that I have been darkening the church door. Some songs have great meaning to me. Some lyrics moved me to deep worship of God. Some times I really meant what I was singing. Other times I was singing through the motions while thinking about lunch and when the kick-off was going to happen. Gotta think that Satan loves the ADD brain.
One song that has always made me uncomfortable came up on the iPod today. The song was put to music by the legendary George Beverly Shea in 1932. The words were a poem written by Mrs.Rhea Miller in 1922. Shea recalled the moment.
At the age of twenty-three, I was living at home with my parents, continuing to work at Mutual Life Insurance and studying voice. Going to the piano one Sunday morning, I found a poem waiting for me there. I recognized my mother's handwriting. She had copied the words of a poem by Mrs. Rhea F. Miller, knowing that I would read the beautiful message, which speaks of choice. As I read these precious words:
I'd rather have Jesus than men's applause.
I'd rather be faithful to His dear cause.
I found myself singing the words in a melody that expressed the feelings of my heart."
Thanks to Mr.Shea I found myself going through a rather uncomfortable self-examination today.
I'd rather have Jesus than silver or gold;
I'd rather be His than have riches untold;
I'd rather have Jesus than houses or lands,
I'd rather be led by His nail pierced hand.
What a timely verse for times like these. As I watch my worth dwindle daily can I really say that I would rather have Jesus than silver or gold? Maybe our economy will make that decision for me. Do I mean it when I sing that I'd rather be led by his nail pierced hand? Am I prepared to make Jesus more than an "activity" in my busy life? What would I have said if I was the young rich man described in Matthew? Here is the text from The Message.
Another day, a man stopped Jesus and asked, "Teacher, what good thing must I do to get eternal life?" Jesus said, "Why do you question me about what's good? God is the One who is good. If you want to enter the life of God, just do what he tells you."
The man asked, "What in particular?"
Jesus said, "Don't murder, don't commit adultery, don't steal, don't lie, honor your father and mother, and love your neighbor as you do yourself." The young man said, "I've done all that. What's left?"
His response has always surprised me. I think I would have begged for mercy after that list that Jesus outlined. But the young man thought he was doing just fine. And then Jesus exposed his heart.
"If you want to give it all you've got," Jesus replied, "go sell your possessions; give everything to the poor. All your wealth will then be in heaven. Then come follow me."
That was the last thing the young man expected to hear. And so, crest-fallen, he walked away. He was holding on tight to a lot of things, and he couldn't bear to let go.
I have held on tight to a lot of things. As I get older I wonder why..
As he watched him go, Jesus told his disciples, "Do you have any idea how difficult it is for the rich to enter God's kingdom? Let me tell you, it's easier to gallop a camel through a needle's eye than for the rich to enter God's kingdom."
The disciples were staggered. "Then who has any chance at all?"
Jesus looked hard at them and said, "No chance at all if you think you can pull it off yourself. Every chance in the world if you trust God to do it."
I can do that. I can trust God. I have no choice because I have a long and spectacular track record of not being able to live this journey on my own ability. The song continues.
I'd rather have Jesus than men's applause;
I'd rather be faithful to His dear cause;
I'd rather have Jesus than world-wide fame,
I'd rather be true to His holy name.
Given the sales of my books I am pretty safe from the world-wide fame snare. But I do crave men's applause if I am not careful.
He's all that my hungering spirit needs,
I'd rather have Jesus and let Him lead.
Perhaps the uncertainty in the world will cause all of us to evaluate our dependence on Christ. I hope that I will continue to grow in my desire to echo Paul and his words to the Phillipians.
"What is more, I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them rubbish, that I may gain Christ."
So can I sing the words of this classic hymn and mean it? I am getting closer as I learn (slowly) to put my full weight on the truths of identity in Christ and grace.
Dave Burchett is an Emmy Award winning television sports director, author, and Christian speaker. He is the author of When Bad Christians Happen to Good People and Bring'em Back Alive: A Healing Plan for those Wounded by the Church. You can reply by linking through daveburchett.com.
We have been watching a miracle of God's healing grace in the lives of some dear friends. It made me think of a favorite go to song during difficult parts of the journey. The song, Bless the Broken Road, became a hit for the group Selah. Here are some of the lyrics.
I set out on a narrow way, many years ago
Hoping I would find true love, along the broken road
But I got lost a time or two, wiped my brow and kept pushing through
I couldn't see how every sign, pointed straight to you
It is so interesting to look back over the landscape of over three decades of this journey with Jesus. I can see God's hand in so many events and even heartbreak in my life. My early church experience was a broken road of legalistic and judgmental Christians who crushed the spirit of a young and fumbling Christian. That experience became the basis of my books. I have found many friends who have shared my journey. C.S. Lewis once said that "Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another, "What! You too? I thought I was the only one!" Sadly, many of us bear the wounds of dealing with imperfect people in the dysfunctional little gathering we call church. Still, God has blessed that broken road.
The broken road for me included the devastating death of a beloved nephew thirty-four years ago. At that point I was a crossroads in my faith. Turn my back on God or get serious in my pursuit of Him. Along the broken road God brought a man named Wendel Deyo into my life (Wendel now heads up a retreat center in Southern Ohio) . His life challenged me and he helped me stay on the narrow way. That relationship led to my association with Athletes in Action. And while on staff with AIA I met the lovely future Mrs.Burchett. And again, God blessed the broken road.
Every long lost dream, led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart, they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way, into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you
Yes He did
It is hard to imagine life without Joni. Her cancer forced me to realize the possibility of that. Now that she is a four year survivor I am grateful but I pray I will never again take her for granted.
I think about the years I spent, just passin' through
I'd like to have the time I lost, and give it back to you
I remember with great sadness the years I spent working too much, taking my bride for granted, telling her that the schedule would soon "ease up". But it rarely did. I really wish I had that time back. I would give it to her in a heartbeat. If I could say one thing to young couples and parents it would be to make time for your mate and your children. It took me too long to realize the truth that our schedule reflects our priorities. But somehow Joni hung with me. She had traveled her own broken road.
But you just smile and take my hand, you've been there you understand
It's all part of a grander plan, that is comin' true
Every long lost dream, led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart, they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way, into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you
The journey is not easy. Never will be. One of the big mistakes we make in sharing our faith is making it seem like all troubles are over when you embrace Christianity. That is not in the contract. We will still have problems and heartaches and even tragedies. But God will bless the broken road. King David wrote these words while escaping down a broken road…
The LORD is close to the brokenhearted;
he rescues those who are crushed in spirit. Psalm 34:18
C.S. Lewis also said that no one ever told him that grief felt so much like fear. Don't be afraid to continue down the broken road. God will meet you there.
Dave Burchett is an Emmy Award winning television sports director, author, and Christian speaker. He is the author of When Bad Christians Happen to Good People and Bring'em Back Alive: A Healing Plan for those Wounded by the Church. You can reply by linking through daveburchett.com.
I read with sadness a story about erstwhile singer/actress Heidi Montag. She admitted that she's "obsessed with plastic surgery" after undergoing 10 procedures in one day. Seriously? Only ten makes you obsessed?
The 23-year-old discussed the 10 procedures in a People cover story interview in the magazine's January 25 issue. "No one is perfect. But I am obsessed with plastic surgery and with maintaining my looks," she told People.
Montag shared these confusing statements with ABC's Good Morning America. "I think that I do look like myself, I just think that I'm a different, improved version of myself." Despite the plastic surgery, Montag insisted that her "main message is that beauty is really within." I would suggest that her actions suggest that she doesn't believe that at all.
"I'm in the limelight, I'm in a different industry, and I have to do things that are going to make me happy at the end of the day," she explained on the Good Morning America show.
Older fogeys like your humble rambler know that plastic surgery is the last thing that will make you happy at the end of the day. But our culture certainly sends that message. I wrote in an earlier article that a disproportionate number of women who have posed in Playboy magazine have died tragically before the age of 50. Automobile accidents, drug overdoses, homicides --- all have claimed the lives of Playmates. I came across a comment from a photographer for the magazine.
"It's sad how many girls we've lost," said Peter Gowland, who photographed a number of centerfolds for Playboy in the 1950s and 60s.
"It's a curse to be beautiful," Gowland said.
No, Mr.Gowland, it is a gift to be beautiful. The curse is young women being exploited for their beauty by self-centered men. The curse is believing that your significance and value is found in being a object of lust for selfish men. The curse is sin.
I know, I know. I sound like such an old fogey. I have no issues with beautiful women. I married one. But there is real danger for men and women to obsess on looks alone. Pornography has become a significant and real problem in our culture. It is a problem for far too many Christian men. When I was a young man you had to go to some seedy, disgusting place to get pornography. Today I am ten seconds or less away from the whatever I want to download. In the interest of full disclosure I was a regular consumer of the aforementioned magazine many years ago. I regret every cent I spent and every moment I invested in devaluing those women. As men who are serious about following Jesus we must hold one another accountable to not contribute to this demeaning industry. I bought the rationalization for awhile that this magazine was "classier" and had "good articles". What a load of bovine excrement that argument was in retrospect. I know that many women see no issue in being a "model" for these magazines. That doesn't change my responsibility to view them as souls created in the image of God for His Glory and not objects for my desires.
Jesus knew how men are wired. He knew that we cannot play with the fire of lust without eventually getting burned. Countless marriages have been ruined by this pernicious industry. Intimacy has been impacted because of unrealistic expectations. Countless women have been exploited and damaged. And that brings us back to the real curse. Sin.
Let's call it by it's name.
There is a cure. Paul prescribes the cure to this curse in his letter to the church at Rome.
When we were utterly helpless, Christ came at just the right time and died for us sinners. Now, most people would not be willing to die for an upright person, though someone might perhaps be willing to die for a person who is especially good. 8 But God showed his great love for us by sending Christ to die for us while we were still sinners. And since we have been made right in God's sight by the blood of Christ, he will certainly save us from God's condemnation. For since our friendship with God was restored by the death of his Son while we were still his enemies, we will certainly be saved through the life of his Son. So now we can rejoice in our wonderful new relationship with God because our Lord Jesus Christ has made us friends of God.
No, it is not a curse to be beautiful. Or smart. Or talented. Or athletic. It is a curse to define yourself only by a temporal asset. You were created to be in fellowship with your Creator. Find that relationship and then beauty, intelligence, and talents become gifts to be used for God's glory. Let's review Paul's incredible claim from above.
So now we can rejoice in our wonderful new relationship with God because our Lord Jesus Christ has made us friends of God.
Sin is the curse. You can check out the cure here.
Dave Burchett is an Emmy Award winning television sports director, author, and Christian speaker. He is the author of When Bad Christians Happen to Good People and Bring'em Back Alive: A Healing Plan for those Wounded by the Church. You can reply by linking through daveburchett.com.
I am blessed by the incredible response by churches and Christian ministries across America to the suffering souls in Haiti. But sadly a big part of the media coverage is focusing on some remarks by television commentator Pat Robertson. Mr. Robertson speculated on why Haiti has suffered so much over the years. He believes that the country sold their soul to gain freedom from the French and that their nation is cursed because of that pact with the devil.
I will not resort to the kind of comments I am reading elsewhere about Pat Robertson. I do think his timing was terrible. Our entire focus as followers of Christ should be aid and prayer for our brothers and sisters in that country. To be fair, Robertson said that he prayed that out of this disaster a spiritual renewal would take place in Haiti. Still, I wonder how anyone can say definitively why suffering takes place.
The Old Testament offers an interesting story about a place that was more degenerate than any place in ancient history. But God was willing to show compassion even to a city as overwhelmingly wicked as Sodom.
"For the sake of only ten, I won't destroy the city." (Genesis 18, The Message)
I don't know if Haiti can be mentioned in the same breath as Sodom and Gomorrah. And how about the prophet Jonah? He wanted judgment on Ninevah and ran away instead of taking the message of repentance and redemption to a city that he wanted judged. Jonah was ticked off that his personal revenge might be thwarted.
I knew you were sheer grace and mercy, not easily angered, rich in love, and ready at the drop of a hat to turn your plans of punishment into a program of forgiveness! (Jonah 4, The Message)
So here is my unsought advice to all of us. Get out of the prophet business. In the Old Testament the prophets had a high standard.
"But any prophet who fakes it, who claims to speak in my name something I haven't commanded him to say, or speaks in the name of other gods, that prophet must die." (Deut 18, The Message)
Now that is a strong deterrent to shooting from the hip. You could not follow up a false prophecy with a big smile and a proclamation of "just kidding"!
Here is my concern when comments like this attract media attention. Pat Robertson becomes the face of Christianity to many people. I certainly hope he did not mean to have that happen. When I try to use my meager skills to point people toward Jesus things like this come up. What about that Pat Robertson guy? Do you believe the things that he says? Is that the God you are representing? Do you think God is punishing Haiti? My answer is that I simply don't know and I don't think Pat Robertson does either.
I don't have a big agenda. I want to introduce people to Jesus. Trying to assign blame for a natural disaster does not help me model the saving grace of the Lord Jesus to people who are desperate for hope.
Unfortunately in our soundbite news cycle high profile "spokesmen" become the face of Christianity. I want the face of Christianity to be Jesus. And I want His followers to be the humble hands and feet of God to love, heal and restore the aching souls in Haiti.
Dave Burchett is an Emmy Award winning television sports director, author, and Christian speaker. He is the author of When Bad Christians Happen to Good People and Bring'em Back Alive: A Healing Plan for those Wounded by the Church. You can reply by linking through daveburchett.com.
The bold proclamations of faith by college football stars like Florida's Tim Tebow, Oklahoma's Sam Bradford and Texas's Colt McCoy have generated a lot of buzz along predictable party lines. People of faith cheer on their testimonies while others resent that faith is being "forced" down their throats. Passionate editorials have been written about the eye-black messages that Tim Tebow and others wear during games. If you are unaware, Tebow would pick a Bible verse and write it onto the eye-black he wore for the game.
One of Tim Tebow's Eye-Black Bible Verse
Indignant journalists railed about the inappropriate use of the pristine amateur platform of collegiate sports while the university pockets millions by plastering corporate logos all over that same player's body. Hmmmm. Seemed like much ado about not much to me. I usually get a few responses on this topic that go something like this.
How would you like it if an atheist put a message on his eye-black. Huh? How would you like that? And what would you think if a player of another faith put his message on his face?
My response is simple. I wouldn't care. The message doesn't matter as much as the messenger. And that brings me to the point of today's humble ramblings. In the days leading up to the BCS National Championship game an organization called I Am Second ran commercials featuring Texas Longhorn QB Colt McCoy. In the spot McCoy credited God for being the man he has become. Colt noted that he played the game for God and that he was successful because of Jesus Christ.

What actually happened was even worse than my imagined concerns. Five plays into the game McCoy was hurt on a very routine looking play. His arm went totally numb. Underneath the Rose Bowl stands McCoy tried to throw some short passes to his dad. Each one fluttered off target. As his dad hugged him Colt McCoy wept in bitter disappointment. I watched with sadness as he returned to the sidelines. I am not a Texas fan. In fact I grew weary of watching him light up my adopted Baylor Bears. But I hate to see a big game impacted by injuries. I wondered how McCoy must be feeling. I wondered if he was mad at God. After all he had tried to use his talent and opportunity to tell people about his faith. Why did this happen? Then I remembered the theme of the campaign. I am second.
After the game McCoy was interviewed and he was asked about how it felt to have to watch from the sidelines. He composed himself for what seemed like a very long time and then spoke with a maturity that belied his age. He talked about his love for the game, his teammates and his profound disappointment for not being out there with them. He congratulated Alabama. And then he validated the message of the commercial that was so easy to make weeks earlier when everything was going well. Now McCoy was being tested about who was really first. He passed the test.
"I always give God the glory. I never question why things happen the way they do. God is in control of my life and I know that, if nothing else, I am standing on the Rock."
I have respected how this small town athlete succeeded on the big stage of Big 12 football. But I have never had more respect for Colt McCoy than after a game in which he took only five snaps. He lived his words. I don't know what the future holds for Colt McCoy. I wish him well. I hope his NFL dream works out. But I am confident that Colt McCoy will handle whatever life throws at him. Because he learned at a very young age a truth that took me far longer to understand. I am second.
Dave Burchett is an Emmy Award winning television sports director, author, and Christian speaker. He is the author of When Bad Christians Happen to Good People and Bring'em Back Alive: A Healing Plan for those Wounded by the Church. You can reply by linking through daveburchett.com.