God was having a good day when he created music. Music speaks to us in ways that trip and trigger emotions and thoughts and spiritual life lessons and, on that rare occasion, an overwhelming desire for a white guy to get up and dance!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For me, music was the first way God ever addressed me directly<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In the dark ages of my life\u2026the sixties, rock, roll, pop, folk and probably polka were considered the devil\u2019s doing, luring our wholesome kids into that sordid and unsavory world. There was no TobyMac, no Third Day, Casting Crowns, Amy Grant or even Michael W. Smith. At least not on the radio. If you were a follower of Jesus, you were fed an earful of hymns and God-based barbershop harmonies with a little Gaither-esque and Southern Gospel music tossed in to brighten the tempo. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Since it was rare for this kid from Huntington Beach, California to be exposed to the likes of Sister Rosetta (y\u2019all seriously, if you\u2019ve never heard or seen Sister Rosetta<\/a>, stop reading and go do it now. I\u2019ll wait), I fell into the sin of rock and roll<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was also my earliest days of my walk of faith.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I was torn. My pastor telling me rock music was sending me straight to youknowwhere but that same music spoke to me in ways that, frankly, The Bible didn\u2019t. I treated music like my little sinners-secret<\/strong>. Playing dumb when kids at church asked me if I had heard the latest from The Beatles or Stones (I had and still have all of their stuff) while spending every spare second teaching myself how to play the guitar just like George and Keith.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As both my faith and my love for music grew, I started to see, actually, hear, Jesus sneaking into the music<\/strong> I heard on the radio. “Oh Happy Day” by The Edwin Hawkins Singers was a straight up hymn from the 1700\u2019s that dominated my radio in 1967. “Spirit in the Sky” by Norman Greenbaum (ironically a Jewish man) was literally a three-minute testimonial about salvation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At the same time, less than nine miles from my house, the Jesus Revolution<\/a> epicenter of Calvary Chapel was changing Christian music forever. Godspell, Jesus Christ Superstar, and My Sweet Lord were all around me. But nothing blew my mind<\/strong> open to the power of the Gospel when it came to music than sitting in Sam Lewis\u2019 Sunday School class the summer of seventh grade.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sam made it his mission to teach me and my friends The Old Testament. Over a two-year period, most of it hit me like Charlie Brown\u2019s teacher, until we hit the third chapter of Ecclesiastes<\/a>:<\/p>\n\n\n\n To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under Heaven\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWait a minute, I\u2019ve heard this before.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n A time to be born, a time to die. A time to plant, a time to reap\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cCouldn\u2019t be.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n