August 31, 2013

There is Only One HERO in the story -- Steve Green

A blogger friend of mine posted this excellent reminder today, from Steve Green.

Only One Hero in the Story   (her observations on Steve's comments were right on as well, feel free to check them out at the link there.)

Steve Green comments, before his song:
God did a real …something in me early on, and it was a genuine work of God, but my only way of understanding how to deal with it was just to promise God I was going to do better. And so a lot of my life has been spent, even my public life, wanting to make an impressive record for myself. Wanting to be just the best Christian artist there ever was. And be, you know, prove to God and to the world "I'm really good!" And I'm not. And the trouble is that 'impressiveness' works in the church. It just does. People are impressed. If they find out that I memorized the book of Romans, they go "Wow!" Which I did, and I got a lot of wows. Now, granted, I would tell people that my real motivation for doing it was I wanted to hide God's word in my heart and that's partly true. But it's also true that I wanted to build an impressive record for myself.

Well, a bunch of years later now, 30 years later, my only story is, I just don't have a good record. And that's why I have to have the record of another. And that's Jesus. And I've discovered there's only one hero to any story. And in all of our stories. You know, I'm getting ready to sing a song on faithfulness. But if there is any shred of faithfulness in my life, it is only The Faithful One, not me! How many, we talk about, 'help thou my unbelief!' How many times I have just doubted God, and operated in unbelief! And he remains faithful. We sang about 'All he needs is a few good men' while I sit there thinking "Oh God, I'm not that!" But he is good FOR us and good IN us. And is changing us and causing us to be good for his glory.

So the hero of our story is Jesus. And I love singing the songs you wrote John, but I can't let myself be painted in any better light than I am, or any bigger picture than I am, cuz I just … ain't.

I commented at my friend's blog.  I'll repeat them with some additions now that I've had time to think a little more since I posted:

Brilliant. Tears in my eyes. I love this guy’s singing, always have. Look at the very real precious tears in the corners of his eyes too.

It looks like he was in essence taking a bit of issue with the song(s) of his friend -- right there in front of everyone. And he did it so graciously and humbly. I have no idea if Jon Mohr was bothered by it or not, because he looked like he had some tears too.

And seriously…when I see a man speak truth like this — earnestly, unrehearsed, freely vulnerably, boldly, graciously, risking the negative feedback of his friend or anyone else there who liked that other song they'd apparently sung, a man being realistic and truthful about himself, even of his obvious musical talent, being realistic about the spiritual state of himself and everyone around him, pointing us earnestly toward Christ and away from himself...  When I see a man like this, in spite of my admittedly snarky personality, I want to throw all that snark away, and I become ashamed... my heart wells up and I feel as if I could joyfully and trustingly submit to and follow a godly man like that that to the ends of the earth. Because I know he will keep pointing me to Christ.

There are so few of them these days.  Our pastor is one, and I am sad to see him leave us, but joyful that he is obedient to God's call to go and preside over the whole denomination. I pray it is a blessing for our denomination, and I pray God guides us in the calling of a new pastor, one that feeds us Jesus each week, and not himself.

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