I dedicate this book to you, Miss Minnie.
May your legacy live on and your story
constantly inspire us to live like the
real Jesus. We miss you.
By JoelHouston-Hillsong United, Australia
Heres the thing: I like chicken. I especially like the grilled kind with gravy and green beans and baked potatoesthe kind you find served backstage at just about every music festival event Ive ever had the chance to attend.
And so it was, at such an event in the canyons of Washington State, having worked up a solid hunger and in full-chow-mode, that I found myself abruptly disrupted from the spoils of my gravy-laden-poultry. A disruption that was by all means no small thing given all that was going on at the time, and not the least because well I like my chicken! And yet here I was in a festival greenroom surrounded by the whos who of Christian pseudo-celebrity-dom, the atmosphere a mix-mash of festival buzz, the distant pounding of bass and drums, and kids screaming, jumping around in imitation Ray-Bans and every kind of band-hero tee-shirt, and enjoying all that the day and the moment had to offer. All the while backstage, real-life band heroes are catching up, sharing on-the-road adventure stories, talking instruments and gear, admiring each others haircuts, skinny jeans, and slogan-adorned tee-shirtseveryone enjoying their chicken
And yet in the midst of all the frivolous conversation, my ears are tuned to a (then) 14-year-old kid speaking enthusiastically about wait for it the potential for young people to help abolish slavery in all its forms! I was stunned, and immediately I found myself searching for clarification. Was I hearing this correctly? Was this kid just rehashing a recently researched school assignment on William Wilberforce or was this for real? I took the super-sleuth approach to eavesdropping and motioned my attention falsely towards my dinner, though clearly my senses were firmly focused elsewhere.
Caught off-guard, I was captivatednot so much by the depth of his insight (which was deep), nor his lack of years (which were few), nor even, for all its urgency, the topic of conversation (which was astonishing). The thing that arrested my attention so completely was his passiona certain conviction that spoke louder than all the noise in that room. I was no longer interested in who else was there, or what guitar they were now using, or what band was temporarily doing their thing on main stage, or even how much my stomach was desperately craving the chicken and gravy and beans and baked potatoes now left abandoned on the plate in front of me.
None of it seemed to matter anymore, rendered meaningless in the scheme of things by the passionate idealism of a 14-year-old kid from the U.S.
Fast-forward three years and here I am writing the foreword for this kids third book. Hes no longer a kid, but a young man, still passionate about seeing a generation use its gifts, talents, and passions to stand for peace, love, and justice. This is the challenge for our generation; to choose to live a life that goes beyond ourselves when everything is geared toward us; to listen, to speak, and to make a stand for something that counts.
But in our day and age its hard sometimes to distinguish anything amidst all the noise; so much information fighting for our attention that we never really hear anything. So many options laid out at our disposal that we run the risk of never really doing anything. The reality is, we can do whatever we want with our time here on earth, but if we want our lives to count, we cant afford to be silent any longer, we cant conform any longer to the patterns of apathy and indifference. Gods plan has always been his people. His plan is us, and that means he has chosen you for such a time as this. Not one day someday when youve finished college, or you have a degree, or youre a reallife band hero, or once youve finished your chicken or whatever. Our time is now, and though it might seem like we dont have what it takes to make a difference, all we need is our passion.
We cant afford to lose it, we cant waste it on ourselves, but as Zach reveals through these pages, we must use it to stand up for those who are being oppressed, and to speak out against injustice. The world we live in might be consumed in its chicken and gravy, but no matter who you are, or where youre from, or how insignificant you may feel, you have a voice, and in the midst of all the noise, its your passion that will be heard.
Of the three books Ive written up to this point,Lose Your Cool is my favorite. Its a book about passion, which, to me, means it is a book about true love. When someone asks me if I think I know what the meaning of life is, I tell them I dont think I know: I do know. The meaning of life is to love perfectly. Like it says in Luke 10:27, love God love your neighbor. Thats what its all about. Thats what life is about: passion. So in a way, this book is about life. Love=Passion=Life
Honestly, and I dont usually say this about anything Ive made, but Im proud of whats in here. I started reading Lose Your Cool the other day (also something I usually dont do) and many of the words struck me as so other that they couldnt have come from me. Maybe I was in a really great place spiritually when I wrote this book or something, or maybe its just Gods truth leaking through a totally broken vessel to reveal something amazing. I think its the latter. If this book doesnt change your life, I hope it at least plants a seed of something that may grow into something bigger over time that changes your life for the better. When we start to lose our cool by becoming passionate about those around us, we start to lose ourselves. And then we are found.
PASSION VS.
INTEREST
HYPER-HYPERBOLE
If you spend any time at my school, youll see that my generation says a lot of things we dont meanor maybe its just that we say things without considering the real meaning. We exaggerate a lotnot on purpose, but I think the way we communicate lends itself to exaggeration. We call something awesome when its just aw-right.
Because of the massive social networking sites, many of us now have a lot of friends whom weve never even met. There are people at school whom we might never talk with face-to-face, and might not even like, yet we call them friends too. Through Facebook and MySpace, the status of friend or even top friend is just a click away, instead of reserving that word for people who have shared our ups and downs and proved their loyalty over time.
Or look at tired texting terms like LOL. I seriously doubt that most normal people laugh out loud as often as Ive been led to believe. I have a friend who, in a series of just six text messages, gave me five LOLs and two hahas. Im pretty sure that if she were laughing out loud as much as she said, her parents would have sent her to therapy.