God, Love and Rock and Roll
If, when you think “Christian music concert”, you see lots of guitars and banjos—then we need to talk.
Four years ago, I was you.
Then a friend suggested I try the Air1 radio station, at the same time I was struggling to recover from my postpartum anxiety. I turned it on, figuring that melodic, folksy guitar music would be soothing, if nothing else.
Yeah it was soothing. But not folksy or melodic. Hip hop. Rock. Pop.
The same types of music on any top 40 station, except clean, faith-filled, uplifting. That was the end of secular radio in mama’s car.
Our kids really like music. Kate loves to sing along and Gabe is interested in drums. So last summer, when Toby Mac was coming to town, Shea got us tickets.
I didn’t know what to expect. My first concert was Bon Jovi in 1989. I’ve seen Pearl Jam and U2, Pink and Lenny Kravitz.
Can Christian concerts be that big, loud, fun?
Yes they can. Minus the pot, liquor and boobs.
Last weekend we took our kids to Toby Mac’s Hits Deep Tour in Eugene. We saw 8 top artists in 4 hours. We got churched up. We danced and sang til we were dripping sweat. I may have cried once or twice.
The place was sold out. Easily 10,000 people. Lots of kids of all ages. Lots of smiles and hugs and manners.
Not one curse word. Not. One.
These artists—they are amazing live. Dancing, standing on tables, jumping into the pit. They could be making so much more money in the secular music world. And instead, they use their gifts for God.
That’s the kind of role model I’m talking about. Not to mention, these are grown men and women testifying. They are walking their talk.
You better believe I want my kids to see that.
The tour has partnered with Food For the Hungry, so at one point, an African pastor came out and talked to us about their mission. His story went like this: If all of the people in the world could be represented by 100 people standing in a line, then we are all at the front. And at the back are children who are starving to death. One child dies from hunger every three seconds. 1-2-3. Another one gone. We may wonder why we are lucky enough to be at the front of the line. It’s because we have the power to make a difference for those at the back of the line. We can’t fix it all, but we can fix one. And God will see us fix that one and He will know we did what we could.
At the end, he counted again: 1-2-3. Then he shouted “Who will help save the ones at the back of the line?!” and Kate shot out of her seat with her hands and voice raised: “ME!!!!!!!”
So we adopted another African child. His name is Kirodunge and he lives in Burundi. It costs $35/month, but there’s no way to put a price on my little girl using her tithing money to help another child.