Nothing Less

Man, what a breath of fresh air.  I wouldn’t normally be saying that after a day of interviews.  But today was different.  The response to this Guitar Auction for Haiti Relief has been so overwhelming that my publicist decided a couple of days ago that she wanted to set up a few radio interviews with some of the stations around the country that had expressed interest in helping us spread the word.  Long story short, I just finished my 20th interview of the day, not to mention the 5 that I had yesterday.  From 7:40AM this morning until 3:40PM this afternoon, I have been on the phone on back-to-back 20-minute interviews, with an hour long break for lunch.  Wow.  I am beat-down tired and my voice is gone, but I feel so completely fulfilled by this day.  Again, not my normal response after a day of interviews.  Interview days are a very normal part of what I do for a living and, I might add, something I consider to be very necessary on a number of different levels (a conversation for another day).  And it’s not like they usually amount to some sort of excruciating experience…in fact, there have been some deeply moving moments that have come from conversations in interviews.  It’s just that normal interview days tend to take something out of me because, well, to be quite frank, there usually is some sort of an agenda.  Be sure to talk about the new single, or the new record, or the new tour.  Don’t forget to ask me about my songs or my life or how I got started playing music or what inspires me, or even something as honest as how I might see God at work in my life.  Understand, none of those things are inherently bad to talk about in and of themselves, but when you play some similar version of that same conversation over and over again through the course of 8 or 10 interviews in a day, it starts to feel more like marketing than anything else.

But today was different.  It felt like interviewers and interviewee alike had the chance to settle into real conversations that weren’t bent towards marketing anything.  There just seemed to be a genuine excitement for what we all knew we were there to talk about – our call to serve the “least of these” who are in such desperate need right now in Haiti.  There was an undeniable sense of being on the same page without having to plan it.  But make no mistake about it, there was an agenda.  There was the agenda.  It was the cause of Christ.  The truth is, there was a crisis in Haiti long before this earthquake, and most of us either didn’t want to look, chose not to, or felt powerless to affect anything if we did.  Instead, our personal goals and hopes and agendas scatter us in a million individual directions.  And the role of the church in our world today seems complicated and confusing at best.  Political or social? Both or neither?  But occasionally we’re forced to look at something, as we, each of us, have been in this past week, and we find that we are staring in the same direction, from the same vantage point.  And we begin to recognize the power in that…the hope…and the simplicity.  There’s a haunting but beautiful clarity in standing together in the face of something as terrible and daunting as the crisis in Haiti, even from a distance as we are.  Because when your heart aches, when it truly aches, in the exact same way as the person standing right next to you…you are unified with them somehow.  Almost like you share the very same heart.  Almost like you’re a part of the very same body with the same fixed gaze and the same vision for what you know you’re called to…for what you know you are meant for.

We are the body of Christ.  We are his hands and we are his feet.  Let us be nothing less.

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  • Spencer wrote on January 21, 2010

    Thanks for sharing, Bebo. And might I add that you sharing your heart is really refreshing, too. I think the hardest thing about living in America is that I do think that we become so detached to what is reality in the rest of the world because of how easy and comfortable it is to live here. I mean, for the most part, we have freedom of speech to say what we want, usually without fear of someone killing us. We live in a free market economy where competition gives people the freedom to choose, instead of having your livelihood chosen for you. We are so blessed that sometimes I think that we are blinded by the blessing, and we end up reveling in the blessing, instead of completely delighting in God, and then denying ourselves so that we can get more of Him, even if it is through suffering or whatever else. Lately, I've been really convicted of that as a Christian. I mean, if we've been saved by God's grace (which is Jesus) from hell, and now have the power by the indwelling Holy Spirit to live as God calls us to live, as wholly devoted, fearless followers of Jesus, why do we still live in such fear to speak truth to people, or to go to the dark places in the world, or to risk losing our job for speaking the name of Christ? These things, like the American dream, are so totally against what Jesus teaches His followers to live for. Anyways, I'm ramblin' on like a rambler, but really feel you Bebo when you talk about the disconnect. Again, thanks for sharing.

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