Rock and roll baby

Being a rock star is great. In case you were wondering what it is like, well, it is fabulous. I know when you look at a rock star like me you probably think, "yeah that's all well and good, but I wouldn't want all the attention and pedestal-pushing - it just seems shallow and tiring". And it can be. And it is. But at the end of the day, you hang up your in-ear monitors and tight black band-T shirts knowing that you wouldn't change a thing.

I just got back from a sweet touring gig. Life on the road isn't easy, but once it gets into your blood, there's no turning back. The road just calls your name.

Yup, Nanoose Bay Pre-teen camp was kicking this year. Those kids couldn't get enough. The screaming, the awe-struck stares, the requests for "I wanna go up, up up" - the glory of it all was beautiful. Though our youth band didn't sign any Bibles this year, we still felt the adulation of the crowds through questions like, "Do you guys do concerts and make lots of money?" "Oh yeah", we answered them. "Oh yeah."

But seriously .... at camp this week the comparison between my own little story of my life and the eternal and all-encompassing story of God stared me in the face. I was reading through a book called "i am not, but I know I AM" by Louie Giglio. Here's a quote:

When you get right down to it, trading in the little story of me is not really all that big of a sacrifice at all. Who wouldn't want to abandon a script you could fit on the pointed end of a pin for a chance to get in on the glorious epic that is so enduring that its screening will require all of eternity ... To die to self is to gain on an unfathomable scale - a daily funeral that is nothing more than the doorway to a life filled with the matchless wonder of all that He is.