"Glee" -- And This Is A New Thing?

After watching a short documentary on the musical phenomenon sweeping the country as a result of the television series "Glee" a group of us were were having a lively discussion about when the "Glee" concept actually began. Some thought it was as old as the madrigal groups of the 1960's (I remember hearing Hugh Thurlow and the Sprurrlows).

I recall that during that same time every High School in the town where I grew up had a madrigal group as a part of it's music program. In addition, so did every church in town . . . they were just called "youth choirs."

The more I think about it the more I can see something of the basis for the Glee phenomenon in these groups. However, in my mind the phenomenon's roots are much older than that. I don't think that really is where it started. I don't think it started with the television series either. That begs the question of where then did it start?

For me the Glee phenomenon didn't start anywhere. . . it evolved over time. In my mind it is nothing more than the natural evolution, secularization and popularization of what was happening in the youth music ministries in evangelical churches in the 1970-80's. Briefly these youth oriented music programs were moving from a straight stand-up on the riser choir process to more of a "song and dance" kind of performance groups. Perhaps the major difference between the secular "Glee" groups of today and the church "Youth Performance Groups" was the church group's emphasis on conveying a spiritual truth and/or message.


The more I think, the more convinced I am that I may in fact know one of the men who made major contributions to this who performance genre. That maybe, just maybe I had a front row seat from which I watched the birth of what has become the "Glee" phenomenon.

I feel both privileged and honored to have served on staff on a couple of occasions with a man who I believe was a pioneer in the development of the phenomenon. Did he know that he was part of the development of something that would one day be known as the "Glee" phenomenon? Probably not! Most ground breaking people don't see themselves in that way. Would he be happy with the way it has been secularized? Maybe not and maybe so. I say, "maybe not" because he always insisted that the gospel was a key element in what he was trying to do. But I also say, "maybe so" because I know how much he wanted youth to be able to express themselves in a positive way through music and performance.

Ron Asbury is the man of whom I am speaking. If you were to ask him I suspect he would say he was just investing in the lives of young people not developing anything. But make no mistake about it, he was doing exactly that. But as he sought ways to invest in and develop the spiritual lives of youth he was also pioneering what has come to be known today as the "Glee" concept. He began in Knoxville, Tennessee with his performance group known as "Joyful Sound" and continued when he went to Beaumont, Texas where he soon developed a similar and more "Glee" like group called, "Shinning Light." So when I saw the television show "Glee" I thought, what' so new about this?

Now, while it's on my mind I wanted to take a moment here to say how much I appreciate the opportunity I had to witness as Ron and Carolyn made investments in the lives of youth that will bear fruit long after the "Glee" Phenomenon has taken it place alongside the madrigal groups of the 1950's and something else comes along.

My mother always said that we should give folks flowers while they can enjoy them and that's what I am attempting to do here. Ron is a very special man who invested his life in the lives of Youth and I am grateful to God for placing Ron and Carolyn in my life.

I Love You Mom

I was sitting at my desk with the computer screen on to my Facebook News Wall when I began to notice how many people were beginning to post things reminding me and a few hundred of my closest friends that Mother's Day is fast approaching. There are admonitions to send cards, make phone calls, take mom to dinner and a number of folks just encouraging us to tell mom we love her.

As I read them I thought to myself, "I wish I could tell her just one more time that I loved her. There is an old saying from the farm that says, "Make hay while the sun is shinning." It simply means get something done while you have the opportunity. Now that's what I am suggesting to those of you who are blessed to still have your mother living. Do some of those things being suggested on my Facebook Wall. Send some flowers, a card or take her to dinner . . . heck, do all three. But let me tell you something important. What she really wants is to see your face and hear your voice and if your eyes are showing it and your lips are saying it the "I love you mom" will be music to her ears.

My parents had a hard time having children. My mother had an RH negative blood factor that made carrying a baby to term all but impossible back in the day I was born. It also put the mother's own life at serious risk. I recall my father telling me that I should never forget that "your mother walked through the valley of the shadow of death to bring you into this world." Indeed she did it by choice. The doctors tried to talk my father into letting them end her pregnancy as they were fearful for her life. I shall remember forever his answer as it was related to me years later. He said to the doctor, If you end her pregnancy you might as well go ahead and kill her because loosing this baby will do just that."

I don't know if a baby was ever born that was loved and wanted more than I was. Even my name reflects how my mother felt about me. She named me David Alan the meaning of which is my beloved darling.

My being born alive was perhaps the happiest day of her life. She had already lost twins whom she had carried almost to full term. So when I let out that wail as I entered this old world it was sweet music to her heart. I was then and all of her life God's special gift to her. Now mind you I never felt like she treated me in any particularly special way but she let me know in a thousand ways I was special. I wish every child in America could know just how special they are.

Yep, all that posting on Facebook got me to thinking about my mom and how much she loved me. I was with her when she died and just before she passed into eternity she looked me in the eye and told me, "I love you" and I replied back, "and I love you too Momma" and with that she joined the rest of the family in God's forever kingdom. Sometimes when for some reason she is on my mind I find myself whispering the words "I love you mom"and I can hear her voice saying back "I love you to son." I am thankful to God for the mother to whom he gave me.

I also am reminded that there is another mother in my life who loves me every bit as much as did my momma and that is my wonderful and beautiful wife, the mother of our four children. Which reminds me to say to those children, "don't forget to call your mother she wants and needs to hear your voice.

A number of years ago Michael W. Smith wrote a song that said, "Friends are friends forever if the Lord's the Lord of them and a friend will not say never 'cause the welcome will not end . . . in the Father's hands we know That a lifetime's not too long To live as friends"

Over the years because of my vocation and my travels I have had the privilege of meeting many wonderful people. In fact, you could say my life has in many respects been all about people. Some of you know that for nearly 40 years now I have been a Baptist pastor/teacher. What you may not know is that virtually all my life has been church related. I often have said that I was born and raised a Baptist but became a Christian by the Grace of God . . . I digress.

The point is, life has given me the opportunity to meet many people. I am a firm believer that every life that we touch and that touches us becomes a part of the fabric of our life. Edith Schaefer's book "The Tapestry" is a magnificent example of this concept. That being the case my life is literally made up of thousands of weavings. Some threads are momentary meetings as with the young Celtic fellow on the pier at the Circular Quay in Sydney and some long and constant such as a life lived with my dear wife. There are literally thousands of threads with more colors than Jacob's coat woven into who I am.

Some of these were pleasant and some were hard to bear. Some threads were woven by kind people while others were woven by those who deemed themselves my enemy. Taken together the weaving of these threads and my responses to them have made me who I am.

Now having said that let me be clear that while there have been many, literally thousands, of people with whom I have had personal contact over the years unlike Facebook I cannot call them all "friends." For me, the word 'friend" is reserved for a handful out of those thousands who have stood with me through the many challenges, losses, struggles, stumbling and failures of my life. The others are dearly loved acquaintances and very special in their own way but they do not quiet rise to the level of "friend." This is through no fault of mine or theirs. Our lives may have only touched for a moment in time and in an official or passing manner.

To be sure not everyone who called me "friend" proved to be a friend. As long as things were going well or I was able to balance upon the pedestal upon which they had placed me or I was able to serve their purpose they were there. But when the dark days came or I failed to measure up to their expectation or I simply refused or failed to stay on the pedestal they turned away from me or perhaps even turned on me. I have long since gotten past the anger and disappointment of those relationships and sought to seek God's purpose in them. I believe I am better today because of mine enemies.

Again, I digress. What I really want to say is that over the years there has been a "few good men" (perhaps to be politically correct I should say "people") who have stood with me in life. When things were going well they were there to laugh, congratulate and celebrate with me and when things went badly they were there to console, support and sustain me. When I was riding the wave and when the wave came crashing done upon me . . . they were there. They were there standing with me. They did not judge me; did not condemn me; did not reject or abandon me . . . they stood with me.

These handful of people are the ones for whom the term "friend" is reserved. I have often expressed my thanks to God for these wonderful Christlike people that God has so wonderful placed in my life. They have been a part of the "my grace is sufficient for thee" in my life.

Speaking of "my grace is sufficient" I must not forget to mention that among my friends there has been one friend who has been closer to me than any brother I could have. I have known him since I was eleven years old though he knew me before I was born. He promised that he'd never forsake me and he never has. I am proud to say that among my many friends, my best friend is Jesus. Now here is the good part, he can be your best friend too.

The Greatest Day In The Morning

I recall many years ago we used to have an annual "high attendance" push that culminated in a Sunday morning we called "Great Day in the Morning." The point was it would be a great day if on that Sunday morning we broke our single service attendance record. But on the evening prior to Easter Sunday my thoughts have turned to another Great Day in the Morning event. I am talking about that Sunday morning when a group of women approached the grave where Jesus had been placed after his crucifixion and to their utter astonishment found it empty. That was and is the Greatest Day in the Morning in the history of the humanity. Here is what that day means to me:

First, It Means I can Trust The Scripture. The Bible had predicted that he would die and that on the third day he would rise again . . . and Jesus did just that. No one has yet been able to disprove the resurrection.

If the resurrection is true, and I believe that it is, then it validates the Scripture and that being the case then Scripture should play a large role in our lives. If this book is true, and the resurrection of Christ validates it's reliability, then it ought to be a major part of our lives. Because of the resurrection its doctrines are holy, its precepts are binding, its histories are true, and its decisions are immutable. We read it to be wise, believe it to be safe and practice it to be holy. It should allow it fill our memory, rule our heart and guide our feet. If the resurrection is not true, throw the Bible away, use it for kindling. But if the resurrection is true, embrace the Bible with all your heart.

It Also Means I can Have Forgiveness of Sin. In First Corinthians we read that if Christ has not been raised . . . you are still in your sins. There can be no forgiveness of sin apart from the resurrection of Jesus Christ. If Jesus died on the cross but didn't rise from the grave, then, at best, He died for His own sins and was never qualified to die for ours.

The assurance of our forgiveness is based on a voluntary, sacrificial and vicarious death of a sinless Savior and only the resurrection can validate that Jesus was and is that Savior. In Acts 2:24 we read that God raised Him up again, putting an end to the agony of death, since it was impossible for Him to be held in its power. Why? Because there was no sin in His life to require His death. He laid down His life of His own accord and He took it up again.

The resurrection of Christ proves that our forgiveness is real. As there was no sin to hold Jesus in the grave, there is no sin in our lives which is not covered by His precious blood. When Jesus instituted the Lord's supper, He took the cup and said, this is My blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for forgiveness of sins (Matt. 26:28). The resurrection says, "amen, it is so, it is so."

There are sins in my life that I can never forget, but God can. There have been times when the greatest struggle of my soul was to forgive myself, but long before I managed to, God already had. The fact of forgiveness is validated by the resurrection of Christ because it proves that Jesus could and did lay down His life for my sins.

The Resurrection Validates Our Faith In Jesus. Paul writes, "If Christ has not been raised, your faith is worthless." Romans 1:4 says of Jesus that He was declared the Son of God with power by the resurrection from the dead, according to the Spirit of holiness.

Why should we believe in Jesus and not Buddha? Because Buddha's grave isn't empty. Why should we believe in Jesus and not Confucius? Because Confucius' grave isn't empty. Why should we believe in Jesus and not Mohammed? Because Mohammed's grave isn't empty.

If I can't believe in the resurrection of Christ, then I can't believe anything else Jesus taught or promised because it means He lied about the most important thing He ever promised. But if I can believe in the resurrection of Christ, I must believe everything else Jesus taught and promised.

The Resurrection of Jesus Validates Our Faithfulness as Servants. In 1 Cor. 15, Paul concludes his great treatise on the resurrection of Christ and those who believe in Him by saying, "Therefore, my beloved brethren, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that your toil is not in vain in the Lord" Why not? Because of the resurrection of Jesus Christ.

Because of the resurrection of Jesus Christ, regardless of what the evidence seems to say, our faithfulness and service is never in vain. I see a lot of people who take lightly these matters of faithfulness and service. Unfaithfulness always reflects a negative mindset about the things of God.

Being faithful to the Lord means something. It means something because the One we serve and the One to Whom we're faithful is the One who rose from the grave. If Jesus Christ had the power to conquer death, then Jesus Christ is all the incentive we need for our service and faithfulness even when we can't see where it's making any practical difference anywhere or in anyone's life. It is He who promises, Be faithful until death, and I will give you the crown of life (Rev. 2:10). The resurrection validates our faithfulness, even until death.

And Finally, The Resurrection Validates Our Future. Jesus said in John "I am the resurrection and the life; he who believes in Me shall live even if he dies, and everyone who lives and believes in Me shall never die. In John 14 Jesus promised to prepare a place for us and to come again to receive us to Himself that we might be with Him in the Father's house forever. And in verse 19 of that chapter He said, because I live, you shall live also. The resurrection is the guarantee of these promises.

I believe in heaven and the longer I live in this crazy world the more precious heaven becomes and the more excited I get. Paul says that if Christ did not rise from the dead; If we have hoped in Christ in this life only, we are of all men most to be pitied.

Easter is truly a great day in the morning for Christ is risen from the grave - and today, I rejoice.

One of my favorite old hymns says it all for me . . . . .

"I serve a risen Savior, He's in the world today;
I know that He is living, whatever men may say;
I see His hand of mercy, I hear His voice of cheer,
And just the time I need Him He's always near.
He lives, He lives, Christ Jesus lives today!
He walks with me and talks with me along life's narrow way.
He lives, He lives, salvation to impart!
You ask me how I know He lives: He lives within my heart."

Not What I Want But It Is On My Mind

I didn't want it on my mind but everywhere I turned there it was. It was the topic at the barber shop; it was on my television and radio; the people in line at the grocery store; it appears on the pages of Facebook; it's just about everywhere. What is it? It is the budget and the debate or from my point of view the incessant bickering over what to cut and why we should or should not cut expenditures.

• First as I watch and listen I wonder if we as people ever do really grow up. The whole discussion sounds like a bunch of children arguing over some inane thing rather than serious minded people sorting out serious problems. Quiet frankly the level of discussion and apparently the ability to reason have been lost. When in a democratic republic did the practice of compromise become a bad thing? What I'd like to see is some "grown-up" talk about the budget issues that involve an effort to spread the pain of the cuts across the board to everyone. With that in mind create a budget that includes a category called Debt Retirement and start paying the debt down and not just reducing it's rate of growth.


• Secondly, I am just plan tired of the hysteria about the budget deficit and what it means to my grandchildren. Here's the deal, if the hysteria were based in fact we would have ended the Bush Tax credits and added more than $800 billion to the treasury (according to the Congressional Budget Office). Oh to be sure the Nation Debt and it's rate of growth is a major concern and needs to be addressed but it needs to be addressed seriously. You can't eat an elephant all at once and you will not solve the Nation Debt in one action. But, by all means, let's sit down and start eating or it will eat us.


• It will not fix the debt problem but it will make me feel better if we'd just quit arguing about tax percentages and adopt a national sales tax in place of the income tax that includes everything except maybe medicines and food or a flat income tax that applies to everyone equally with no upper income maximum or low income minimum and no deductions of any kind.


• I have come to despise the phrase, "The American people want." That phrase assumes we are as a nation a homogeneous group thinking with one mind and that just isn't so. As a nation we are more like Baptist than anything else. You put three Baptist in a room and they will agree on some fundamental principles of faith but on everything else you will get three opinions. That's how we are as a nation. We agree on the basic principles of Liberty, Justice etc but on everything else there are as many opinions as there are people. Again, this is where the principle of compromise comes into play.


• Lastly, for my Right Wing Religious friends who keep reminding us that we are a "Christian" nation. All I can say is: If we are in fact or should in fact be a"Christian" nation then our federal budget should reflect that fact. For the answer to this we have to ask ourselves what we are doing as a nation to fulfill the social mission that Jesus laid out for us in Matthew 25:35-40, namely feeding the hungry, caring for the sick, visiting the imprisoned, clothing the naked etc. All this without asking how they came to be in that circumstance but simply responding to the need at hand.

Anyway, that's what's on my mind right now . . . . that and my upcoming trip to Florida. See I am not a fanatic as I just changed the subject.

It Started in Our Youth

I awoke this morning to news that another member of my high school graduating class had died. It caught me off guard. This was due largely because we had chatted back and forth on Facebook and were Farmville neighbors and yet I had no clue that Shirely was having health issues. She was a woman of great faith and always seemed to find just the right words to encourage us. Shirely will be missed. Our prayers go out on behalf of her family. As I thought about Shirley's passing and her faith my thoughts turn to the days we were thrown together at Pasadena High School back in 1962. We came from Junior High campuses all over town but a large number of us came by way of Jackson Junior High. Some of us had known each other since our elementery school days while we became aquainted with others in Junior High School. But somewhere along the way we became the Pasadena High School Class of 1965 . . . a remarkable collection of personalities. Ours was largely an inclusive group. Oh to be sure we all had our circle of "best friends." But, ultimately we have become the Class of 1965 and the passing of one of us is genuinely felt by us all. I discovered via Facebook that while we may not all be "churchy" people we are largely a very spiritual people with a strong evangelical faith. That didn't "just happen. It started somewhere and I believe it might just have been in the churches we attended as youth. One of the things that I have come to recognize with the passing of time and as we have matured (and gotten older) is the influence our individual churhes had on us. Pasadena had in those day no Mega-church just a collection of small to medium size community congregations. My own high school years were spent at the Boulevard Baptist Church which is now long since gone. It was there that I trusted Christ; was called to the preaching/teaching ministry; was married; and celebrated the birth of my oldest daughter. The pastor, Estol Williams, had a profound influence on my life. He was my first Greek teacher and instilled in me a love for and desire to know the Word of God and allowed me to preach during services and generally mentored me. That local church made up largely of refinery workers, family members, and a few enterprising small businessmen made a major investment in my life and the life of scores of youth. Being a Baptist I naturally think of all the Baptist Churches of that day when I think about the spiritual develoment of the PHS Class of 1965. In addition to my church home there was Richey Street Baptist Church where Dalton Havard was pastor; Memorial Baptist where H.D. Hale served; and across the street South Main where B.J. Martin was pastor; Queens Road Baptist with Raymond Blount; and of course the First Baptist church and L.D Morgan; Thomas Avenue Baptist Church with Cullen Hawkins; I remember these churches and these pastors because they all had a special interest in our spiritual development. There were other churches as well, Sunset Methodist and Asbury Methodist as well as Central Baptist, First Presbyterian and the Christian Church on Harris and of course St Pius Catholic church sandwiched between Shaver and Main Streets. I believe we, the PHS Class of 1965, owe a great debt of gratitude to the churches of our youth. They not only taught us in Sunday School but they coached our ball teams, funded our Youth activities, and generally invested there lives in ours. Most of these people now in their 80's or already gone have no idea the influence they have had. Yet I see it every day on Facebook as members of the PHS Class of 1965 willingly respond to the hurts and losses of their Facebook Friends. It is a great comfort for me to know that when I pass from this life to the next I will not only be reunited with family but also so many of the members of the Class of 1965. As a dear friend of my says, "I'll see you here, there or in the air."

The Eye of A Needle

Someone recently said to me that it looked to them that we were trying to balance the budget (US Federal Budget) on the backs of the poor and giving the rich a pass on taxes. Now there is a lot that can be said here and perhaps someday we will do so. The rabbit trails are many. I want to comment on my reply which was, "It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God." Now for those who do not know about this statement found in Mark 10, Luke 18 and Matthew 19, it comes from Jesus as he speaks to his disciples about why the rich young man to whom he was previously speaking went away sorrowing. Here we have Jesus speaking to a young man who apparently was a top notch fellow. He had kept all the commandments and made all the right choices in his life to this point. To get the young man to recognize where his devotion really was Jesus said that in spite of all the high qualities he appeared possess there was one thing that was keeping him from being truly great . . . his great wealth. (Keep in mind that wealth is always measured against what others have or do not have). If he wants to truly find eternal life he must "go sell all that he possess and give the proceeds to the poor." Now clearly the message is that if one is to enter the kingdom of God he must give all of himself to God. In this case giving to God is meeting the needs of those who are "poor." You will notice that Jesus does not offer any qualifiers. It is just "to the poor." He does not consider how they became poor; why they remained poor; or anything else regarding their condition. All we are to know is that they are poor. We might get some idea of what may have been in his mind when he said the word "poor" from his definition of pure religion as caring for widows and orphans. We might be further enlightened by the fact that he defined ministry to himself by his followers as caring for those in prison, those who were destitute (hungry, thirsty and naked) homeless (stranger) or sick. The young man went away sorrowing because according to Jesus "he had great riches" and it is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God." Hence we must never underestimate the power of the desire for wealth to deceive and divert us from the narrow way of kingdom life, i.e. caring for the needy in our society. My point in referring to this saying of Jesus regarding the balancing of the budget is that what we do in our budgeting will reveal whether we are a kingdom people or not. If indeed we are a "Christian nation," as some believe, then why are we balancing our budget on the backs of our poor and our elderly. ("straight is the way and narrow is the gate that leads to everlasting life"). If we are a truly Christian nation our budget should reflect it. What one does with his/her money says a lot about where their heart really is. Wealth makes a great servant but a nasty master.