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Michael Tait and The Newsboys

In two previous posts (facebook.com/rickileebrooks), I discussed the fallout stemming from a major investigative report regarding multiple personal testimonies alleging serious moral failure on the part of The Newsboys lead singer, Michael Tait…some pointing at predatory behavior. Subsequent to the release of that report from TheRoysReport.com, Michael Tait released a highly confessional letter on his Instagram profile. To his credit, he confessed much. He admitted to drug abuse issues as well as predatory sexual sins. He confirmed that accusations were true, that he had been living a double life for years, and he had no one to blame but himself. Needless to say, heartache over all this is running very high. No doubt it’s off the charts at the epicenter of Michael’s circle of family, friends, and, most pointedly, his victims, but also throughout the Church as the ripple effect grows. 

However, this is not the whole story of Michael Tait and the Newsboys. Their Christian pop-music stories reach back to the the mid 1980’s when Michael was a cofounder of a different Christian band, D.C.Talk, and The Newsboys had co-lead vocals, John James and Peter Furler. Both bands were very popular. Both were seen at Christian concerts and evangelistic events from coast to coast and beyond. Together they had a signicant impact in spreading the life-changing message of the Savior. And both bands have suffered the consequences of Michael’s betrayal, but Michael is not alone. He’s not alone regarding history and he’s not alone regarding The Newsboys. 

In 1997, The Newsboys suffered a similar hurt. John James lost both his wife and his membership with The Newsboys. You see, while fronting for The Newsboys, his popularity expanded rapidly, but his wife and child quietly suffered. John’s double life, singing of God’s glory to thousands upon thousands while indulging addictions to alcohol and other drugs in private, led his wife, along with their daughter, to leave him, and The Newsboys to dismiss him. Like Michael, he hurt many…as well as himself and his testimony for the Lord.

So, is the problem just their self indulgences that brought so much pain to so very many? No, it’s much bigger. There is a second aspect at play. It is the double-mindedness (duplicity, deception, fraud, deceit, and lying) that adds insult to injury. It is an offense to God and a devastation to those who love and/or admire and respect them.

This too is not the whole of their stories. Back in that wonderful heyday of “contemporary” Christian music, myself and thousands of youth pastors utilized the music of The Newsboys, DC Talk, O.C. Supertones, Geoff Moore and the Distance, Audio Adrenaline, and others extensively in our ministries. Not much earlier than John’s exit from the The Newsboys, myself and a team of youth evangelists, lead by my good friend Chris Clark, hosted a large event in the greater Seattle, Washington area. We called it Big Splash. We occupied the entirety of a large Theme and Water Park. Thousands of teens in the Northwest were invited through local churches to come. The day was spent on the giant slides, etc. in the water park and fantastic rides in the theme park. When 5:30 rolled around, they would join their leaders and groups to fill a very big hillside facing a large stage. Every year, we invited a gifted youth speaker to join a great lineup of bands for an evening of music and a message all centered on the main thing, Jesus. Beginning with the opening bands,  the evening would eventually lead to the headlining band and the speaker. Unusual for these kind of events, we tactically interrupted the headliner’s set to introduce our speaker. The speaker’s role was the same as Billy Graham’s. When he came to the altar call we followed the very same method we’d all learned from the Billy Graham crusades. Young people were asked to come forward if they wanted to receive Jesus. Waiting for them at the bottom of the hill was a large team of volunteer “counselors” to answer their questions, pray with them, and start the follow-up ministry in their lives. While all this took place at the foot of the hill, we asked all the others to stay in place praying or talking quietly while they rejoiced and waited the headline band to come back on stage.

And here’s the rest of the story. During the event in which The Newsboys headlined for the concert, hundreds of young people came forward after our speaker’s message and invitation. Our team, along with the thousands of other Christ-followers in that amphitheater, rejoiced. In due time, we brought The Newsboys back to the stage welcomed by the eardrum breaking thunderous applause and screams of the crowd. John and the Newsboys did not disappoint. It was glorious. Yet, good things come to a close, right? So, John introduced the final song. It was fantastic. And then…then this happened. The song finished. The crowd went wild with appreciation…but John, the one living a hurtful, double-minded life, was moved. He motioned to the crowd…he talked softly, he began to share about Jesus. We didn’t ask him to do it. In fact, it had never happened before. He just felt like he should. The young people fell silent. They listened to every word. He told them of the wonder and glory of the Savior. He told them also about the brokenness of the human heart and mind apart from the Savior. And then he said these words, “I, I, well, I feel sorry for you if you still don’t know Jesus.” And they came again… another crowd…hungry to hear more. Our team leapt into action. Once again, they met the kids to pray and answer their questions. Yet, that wasn’t enough. Chris Clark sensed it. He asked someone to bring up a tall step-ladder we used in setting up the stage. It was quickly placed left of the stage, and the kids saw and gathered around it. Chris whispered into John’s ear, “Climb that ladder and tell them more about Jesus.” Once again, the amphitheater was quiet. We watched with awe and joy. So, did the heavenly host. So did God the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. We smiled. We wept. John quietly told that eager crowd of young people about the Savior’s love, his grace, his death, his resurrection, and his offer. They bowed their heads…and entered God’s kingdom.

John is now recovered. He lives at home in Australia. His whole life is dedicated to helping people know Jesus. This can be Michael’s future. Let’s pray for him. 

This is the story. No, not Michael’s or John’s. His story. The Savior’s story. If you know, you know. We’re all double-minded. We all have baggage. We all sin. We all need new birth. We all need what only God has. And once we receive him, it’s sometimes slow going. For just a moment, lay aside why it’s slow going. Also, for now, lay aside why some stumble hard, real hard, while others not so much. Just focus on the fact that God alone can produce holiness…if we want him to do so.

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No Longer Conform

A key feature of therapy today is helping folks advance beyond their poor coping skills by processing memories. Looking at the past can help them understand why they behave in certain ways in the present.

Christ followers have had this privilege since the resurrection. We know it as “do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind” (Romans 12:2). The Bible refers to the memories (habits, proclivities, tendencies, inclinations, predilections) of a believer’s past as “flesh.” Sometimes these patterns are of our own choosing and making. Sometimes they are the patterns developed because of the choices, examples, teaching, and actions of others upon us. Either way, they no longer mark “who we are” or “what we do.” They are but the hauntings of an identity we’ve let go. Our identity is now in Jesus…to be like him…both as a shield of compassion for others and a servant of character for Christ. In another passage we read:

“For though we walk in the flesh, we are not waging war according to the flesh. For the weapons of our warfare are not of the flesh but have divine power to destroy strongholds.” 2 Corinthians 10:3,4

Dredging up the past can be ugly and painful. Who wants to think about the parts of our past that hurt? Yet, it may be necessary to “observe” them for what they are…relics, shells, ghosts. They only have power if we choose to allow them room to lounge around our active thinking, or to lurk within hidden chambers of our minds, just waiting for another opportunity to act like they belong. They don’t. The above passage continues…

“We destroy arguments and every lofty opinion raised against the knowledge of God, and take every thought captive to obey Christ…” 2 Corinthians 10:3-5

And the more we build our present on what’s really true about us (God’s truth) and dispense with those fleshy memories–those ugly lies–the more we attain a future in which looking backward will be from the victor’s podium rather than the victim’s perch. Then we might find ourselves calling from on high…

Give ear, O my people, to my teaching; incline your ears to the words of my mouth! I will open my mouth in a parable. I will utter dark sayings from of old, things that we have heard and known, that our fathers have told us. We will not hide them from their children, but tell to the coming generation the glorious deeds of the Lord, and his might, and the wonders that he has done. Psalm 178:1-4

Yes! We will tell others our story…our testimony. We’ll let them know that in that darkness their was a Savior.

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The Valley of Pain and Shame

At our church we are praying and working intensely at becoming adept with our ministry for those who have experienced trauma. In this day and age how can we not do so? Please join us in prayer that the Lord would increase this territory not only for us, but for all of his Church.

If you wonder why, please consider reading this very personal and enlightening blog from Pastor Greg Olson…

http://jesusdoesntgetlost.com/the-valley-of-pain-and-shame/?unapproved=65&moderation-hash=120116d8309b1e9d5d10214748ebc66f#comment-65

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Big Tom

This coming Saturday my nephews, our family, our friends, and I celebrate the life of my Brother Tom. Our loss on March 26th was heavens gain. A few days before he left, I was reminded of something I learned from him…

“As I sit here at Tom’s bedside watching him sleep comfortably, I’m reminded of a family reunion on our Mom’s side. All the aunts and uncles were there except Aunt Peggie (we were all reunited with her many many years later). The gathering was held at Grandma Alpha’s and her latest husband Emory. They had a small farm somewhere in the outback of Idaho. Among the many incredible memories is one of both love and pain. While it never needed any help remaining seered in my memory, our Uncle Chuck kept it alive for everyone else as he would regale us with it absolutely everytime we had the pleasure of visiting either by phone or in person.

All the dad’s and boys were camped out one night in a big tent (in fact, I think it was actually an old white parachute, however I’m reaching the downward years of memory so I’m more than willing to be corrected on this little tid-bit of the story). Of course, there were all the usual suspects in that testosterone fueled environment…boys, teen males, and men on vacation. So there’s no need telling what it sounded and looked like…mayhem was afoot should suffice as a descriptive picture.

However, the hour finally approached when the dads finally obeyed the hollers from the moms in the house, “Paul, Chuck, Ed, John, get those boys settled down. It’s time for some sleep!” It took awhile, but sure enough the grunts, shouts, belches, woops, yee-haws, and laughs began to subside. I, on the other hand, was in rare form. Big Brother, Tom, joined Dad and the uncles in giving me increasing demands to pipe down. Nothing doing.

Through out the years Uncle Chuck held us all spellbound over and over with his telling of the tall tale that grew a little taller with each telling. It always concluded with Chuck’s final line and his acting out the scene…

“Then Tom reached the end of his rope and said, ‘Rick, if I told you once, I told you a thousand times…wham!!!!'”…as he acted out Tom’s blood producing punch to my nose.

Now as fond memories go this should rate rather low on the Human Fondness Scale, but oh nay nay. It’s one of my greatest childhood memories. Here’s why…it has come to represent for me the balanced dance of two unlikely partners…pain and love. Tom meant well. He loved me. Still does. I knew it then. I know it even better now. He knew I was well on my way to Dad’s end game. Much more shenanigans on my part were bound to arouse the flames of the old sarge. It was time for me to invite sleep into my disposition. Sure, there would be some crying as Tom carried me into the house to assist Mom in cleaning up my bloody nose, but there would also be some sweet brotherly reconciliation as he brought me back to the overnight camp out. Pain and love…like the Lord offers…the same Lord we read of in the Bible: “Who the Lord loves he also disciplines.” Hebrews 12:6

And now, now my brother’s love continues to instruct through the pain. He sleeps and I admire him all the more as I reflect upon his life time of overwhelming patience and compassion. He has offered them to everyone he has ever known…and I love him for it no matter the agony I feel now nor the grief which is to come.

Sleep well, Tom. Please wake up again. I have more to learn.”

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3 Words That Scream Adversity Is Winning

Adversity can make you better or bitter. Adversity can be a kick in the pants. It can also kick you in the teeth. Obviously we want the former, not the latter. But how do you know? How can you tell when adversity has become your master?

Three words can help: critical, apathetic, and sullen.

If these adjectives paint your life picture, adversity is winning.

● When finding fault sprints to the lead while compassion and understanding struggle to keep pace…adversity is winning.

● When indifference and insensitivity climb the leader board while concern and kindness fail to make the cut…adversity is winning.

● When pouty pessimism scores all the goals while cheer and hope get shut out… adversity is winning.

It means you’ve lost purpose. You’ve lost your way. Helen Keller once said, “True happiness… is not attained through self-gratification, but through fidelity to a worthy purpose.”

If a worthy purpose puts criticism, apathy, and sulleness in their places, imagine the power of ultimate purpose.

“Higher than the mountains that I face
Stronger than the power of the grave
Constant in the trial and the change
One thing… remains…”
by Jesus Culture

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