If I Could Be a Rock Star

I do not get addicted to TV shows.

Particularly reality shows. I am, however, addicted to Rock Star:INXS. The thought of auditioning for (and having the proverbial snowball’s chance of winning) the microphone in front of one of the great bands of the eighties and early nineties is very appealing to me. Plus, it makes American Idol look more like American Toddler (“Look, Mommy, I’m singin’ a song!”). You’d never catch somebody singing Black Sabbath’s “Paranoid” or Nirvana’s “Heart-Shaped Box” on Idol. And even if you did, Paula would frown, Randy would say, “I just didn’t feel it, dog,” and Simon . . . well, who cares what Simon would say? On RS, you get to see and hear Dave Navarro criticize the contestants.

So it got me thinking. In no particular order, the bands for whom I would have made a devastating front man (pun intended; shut up, you hecklers!):

The Beatles: A joke. (Stop heckling!)

U2: Another joke.

Lord of the Dance: Sorry. Wrong list.

Okay, seriously. The bands for whom I wish I could have made a devastating front man.

The Police: Gordon Sumner, aka Sting, and company consistently delivered, but if I could have sung “Roxanne.”

King’s X: THE band of my high school days.
King’s X brought everything together, particularly during the “Gretchen Goes to Nebraska/FaithHopeLove” era.

SIDEBAR: I did a speed metal phase too–all Christian , of course–during the heyday of Intense Records. I’ll have to blog that sometime. DELIVERANCE! TOURNIQUET! VENGEANCE RISING! MORTAL!!

Petra: Okay, I admit this is sad. But there was a time… Greg X Volz was amazing in his day (before the EC performance fiascoes), but John Schlitt was never very good.

Dag: Raleigh, NC, band whose Righteous remains one of my favorites and who put on a blistering show.

Led Zeppelin: ah-ah-Ah-AH! ah-ah-Ah-AH!

That’ll have to do for now.


Ravi Zacharias kicks. . .

Well, you get the picture. I’ve always known Ravi was the man. I mean, anybody who can bring it like him–clear, coherent, engaging–is worth listening to.

Now, don’t get me wrong. Apologetics doesn’t always work for me. I’m a heart kind of guy, and apologetics attacks the head first. It’s kind of like SWAT teams: they kick in the doors and then, when the perp’s grabbing air and his eyes are dinner plates, the detective comes in and starts working him over.

I tend to think of spreading the good news as covert ops during the Cold War. You wait and wait, and cultivate, just going about your business, until the opportunity arises to say, “I see you like American cigarettes. Want to get them every day?”

Enough of that. Interesting, the metaphors we use to describe different things. (For more on that, see Don Miller’s Blue Like Jazz.) Metaphors of violence for evangelism…hmmm.

But Ravi–how can you not enjoy Ravi? Well, listen here.

Faith without Feeling

“Faith is not a feeling. It is simply an act of assent, of openness, and often doesn’t feel like much at all. Faith has to do with what God is doing, not with what we are feeling.” (Eugene Peterson, Practical Christianity)

I have to remind myself of this—usually in the most difficult times. When I face a time of doubt, and I feel like I’m floating in a canoe in the middle of an already rough ocean and the horizon’s not looking very friendly and I tossed the oars overboard hours ago, it’s comforting to remember that with God, it’s not about how I feel. Faith is “an act of assent,” a firm yes to whatever God has planned.

by Jamie Cain