Embarrassing moment @ 7|22

•March 19, 2008 • Leave a Comment

7|22

Last night was the end of a four week series called Love Revolution at 7|22. Kristian Stanfill, graciously asked if I’d be a part of it and I’m so thankful he did. Nights like last night don’t come along every time you step on stage, it was a really powerful night of worship, and the baptisms were amazing.

Oh, and in case you were there and wondering what happened… at the end of the night, we were singing Happy Day and Kristian made a point to say, “Eddie, don’t sing this time, we’re going to let them sing it.” Well, I was focused on something else I guess, so I heard “Eddie, you sing this time.” So right after he said don’t sing, I sang my guts out. It was hilarious, and a little embarrassing! Oh well, God keeps me humble.

Be sure to check out , and again, a huge thank you to Kristian, Elliott, Tim, Matt, Alex, and Jared. Love all of you guys, you made it an incredible 4 weeks!

Coming Alive

•March 13, 2008 • Leave a Comment

// Thursday, March 13, 2008 // 2:22 PM // Starbucks //

I just read another quote today that’s meeting me in an important place today:

“Suppose for a moment that in a flash of insight you discovered that all your motives for ministry were essentially egocentric, or suppose that last night you got drunk and committed adultery, or suppose that you failed to respond to a cry for help and the person committed suicide. What would you do?

“Would guilt, self-condemnation, and self-hatred consume you, or would you jump into the water and swim a hundred yards at breakneck speed toward Jesus? Haunted by feelings of unworthiness, would you allow the darkness to overcome you or would you let Jesus be who He is—a Savior of boundless compassion and infinite patience, a Lover who keeps no score of your wrongs?”

Holy crap. Other people may read that and say, “ok, I guess.” But for me, it feels like someone just lifted a blanket off of my face and I can breathe again. Sitting here at Starbucks, I feel like standing up and shouting for joy. Not because good things have happened to me, not because my “time has come” and I’ve experienced a great blessing. Because I’ve been digging for the last month in my own grave. I’ve been reaching back, painfully, to find the person that I lost a long time ago. The child that had no fear, and didn’t know what it was like to live “to impress.” I’ve had to look at myself in the mirror and realize what a fraud I’ve been. And now, finally, I’m beginning to feel alive for the first time.

It’s hard to explain, and I know it sounds odd. But Christ is literally setting me free right now. I might be back under the blanket of despair tomorrow. But for now, I’m tasting freedom and release, and I want to live right here as long as I can.

I Am A Black Blues Singer

•February 28, 2008 • Leave a Comment

If you know me well, you know that my name has always been a small point of contention with me. My full, legal name, is William Edward Kirkland, Jr. Not so bad, huh? Very regal sounding, very “British Royalty.” Nice job, mom and dad!

But then, you start to notice some issues. First of all, the whole going by the middle name thing. Don’t do that to your children. As a Junior, my dad was called “Ed” (“Eddie” growing up, which has made for a few interesting moments in and of itself), so it’s not like they specifically thought, “hey, let’s call him by his middle name, that will be cool!” But nonetheless, every first day of school I just knew I was going to have to explain things to the teacher. It goes like this…

Teacher: “William?… William?…”

Me: (I wake up and realize this psuedonym is really me.) “Yes, that’s me, but I go by my middle name.”

Teacher: “So you’re Edward?”

Me: “No, Eddie.” (snickers from around the room)

So, this was the typical drill, and to this day it makes things difficult. Like plane tickets, and bank accounts. Mom, Dad, I love you. And Dad, I’m thankful for my name. Don’t get me wrong. But you have to know this stinks… you’ve dealt with it too!

Then there’s the “Jr.” Which up until today, I regarded as a tag that I didn’t want people to know. My dad used to call me “Junior” just to make me mad. Again, Dad, I love you.

So why the change today? Because I just realized that in iTunes, when you register an album as “Eddie Kirkland,” the iTunes robots think that you are a large black blues singer. Eddie KirklandHence the reason I don’t own eddiekirkland.com So, for now, when you go to iTunes and look me up, you’ll see “Orthodoxy” listed right next to “Booty Blues.” And currently, my top rated ringtone is “Honey Bee.” Oh yeah… that’s right… “Honey Bee.”

To remedy this situation, I have to change my name. Typically I think stage names are dumb and egotistical, but in this case we have a real need. I’m thinking about changing it to “Eddie Kirkland, Jr.” Which is somewhat lame, but Harry Connick pulled it off, and Sammy Davis, and Hank Williams, lots of people have done it. I guess it’s time to bite the bullet.

So I’ll open it up to an internet poll… what should my new name be? “Eddie Kirkland, Jr.”?? All comments are welcome, be creative, and I’ll announce my new name soon. …that’s weird, I know.

Chesterton Again

•February 28, 2008 • Leave a Comment

// Thursday, February 29, 2008 // 9:13 AM // Starbucks //

Read another amazing quote today about G. K. Chesterton. It’s from Brennan Manning’s book “Abba’s Child,” which is completely ripping me right now. Teaching me about being real, and finding my identity in Christ (see yesterday’s post).

Standing on a London street corner, G. K. Chesterton was approached by a newspaper reporter. “Sir, I understand that you recently became a Christian. May I ask you one question?”

“Certainly,” replied Chesterton.

“If the risen Christ suddenly appeared at this very moment and stood behind you, what would you do?”

Chesterton looked the reporter squarely in the eye and said, “He is.”

…another reason why G. K. Chesterton is awesome.

7|22

•February 27, 2008 • Leave a Comment

// Wednesday, February 27, 2008 // 1:52 PM // Starbucks //
7|22 Current Series

So on Monday night, Kristian called and asked if I would like to co-lead with him at 7|22 on Tuesday (yesterday). I was really honored and thankful for the opportunity. Thanks, Kristian, you are an incredibly humble and gracious guy, and I can’t wait to lead together again!

Anyway, this whole scenario was the picture-perfect opportunity for me to freak out in anxiety and self-consciousness. I was supposed to play electric, which I’m not good at. I didn’t know what songs we were doing until we arrived, which typically freaks me out. I didn’t even know one song when we went on stage for the night. I ended up being late to rehearsal, which makes my blood pressure rise. And it’s 7|22, for crying out loud, something I’ve seen and been around for years. Really cool opportunity, but a huge opportunity for being a giant ball of nervousness and self-reliance.

But something amazing and unexplainable happened. About half-way through the night, I realized that none of the nervousness I would have expected was there. Instead, I was completely at ease and really comfortable with who I am. I’d love to say “who I am in Christ,” but I don’t think it was quite that spiritual. Or maybe it was, I don’t know. There wasn’t a moment of epiphany or a revelation, but all of a sudden I realized that I wasn’t begging for the approval of others or secretly hoping everyone liked me. I just showed up to do what was asked of me, and was really enjoying hanging out with friends. I was finally comfortable with being a loved child of God, and nothing more. Knowing that my accomplishments or my performance really don’t change who I am as a person, that depends on the unchanging love of God.

I know that seems trivial and odd, but I can’t describe to you the way it felt. All night, I felt like I had just removed a backpack of weight from my shoulders. I felt free to be myself and have fun, to make fun of myself and not be embarrassed. Free enough to joke around and completely kick Matt Melton’s tail in Wii boxing! And free to not be asking around at the end of the night what people thought. All in all, it was one of the most satisfying experiences I’ve had in a long time.

On the drive home, I was trying to explain it to my wife, and I’ve tried to explain it to several people today, and I can’t quite put the words around it. But I’m still emotional when I think about it. All I can think is, if that’s what living in freedom is, I want to live like that every day. I want desperately to reach the place where that is my typical way of life.

So thank you so much, God, for working in my heart even in ways I don’t perceive. I hope that’s not the last time I get to experience that feeling.

And thanks again, Kristian, it was a pleasure leading with you. Can’t wait till next week. (You can check out 7|22 from this week here. I’ll be there for the next 3 Tuesdays, which is awesome!)

Orthodoxy on iTunes!

•February 25, 2008 • Leave a Comment

I was just sitting down to do some work with Danielle and her friend Courtney, when Courtney said, “hey you’re on iTunes!” Crazy! So, here’s the link, spread the word and tell your friends…

Orthodoxy on iTunes

we’re up and running!

How God feels

•February 21, 2008 • Leave a Comment

// Thursday, February 21, 2008 // 9:47 AM // Atlanta Bread Company //

I’ve started a new book, and in the first 10 pages it’s already ripping me a new one. I’m currently reading about 5 books, so I really shouldn’t start a new one, but man, it’s good.

So here’s the quote that just slammed into my heart. It’s a quote from Richard Foster:

“Today the heart of God is an open wound of love. He aches over our distance and preoccupation. He mourns that we do not draw near to him. He grieves that we have forgotten him. He weeps over our obsession with muchness and manyness. He longs for our presence.”

Wow. Does God really feel that way about me? If so, it changes so much. I’m an empathetic guy, which just means I have a strange gift for physically feeling the emotions of others around me. When a friend is happy, I feel their joy to some extent. When I see a certain commercial, I’ll get emotional. When I see Extreme Home Makeover, I lose it.

And this does the same thing to me, somehow for the first time I’m feeling these things and wondering if that’s really how God feels… about me. Wow. That’s powerful for me today. Maybe that’s the key to becoming free from self-absorption and misplaced worth. Maybe.

Hard to understand…

•February 15, 2008 • Leave a Comment

// Friday, February 15, 2008 // 10:19 AM // Starbucks //

I’m still listening to that Ben Folds Song. I’ve been listening to it non-stop for four days now. It still doesn’t get old, and when I stop and focus hard on the lyrics, the emotion is still there. Hasn’t been dulled yet. It’s amazing that music can do that to you. To this day, every time I hear the Rhodes roll the opening chord of “Heart of Worship,” I remember being in my 85 Dodge Caravan, driving home from high school, listening to that song on the radio for the first time. I get a bit teary, I must admit.

Ok, so today the thought that’s bugging me big time is the whole idea of being “dead to sin.” It’s something we throw around a lot in our church-world. I’ve said many times, to myself and to a crowd, that because of Christ’s sacrifice for us, we don’t have to live under the weight of sin any more. (Which, by the way, reading Romans 5:10 makes me think is a bit incorrect, it’s his resurrection that gives us the power to defeat sin in this life. If he just died, we wouldn’t be “saved through his life.”) But what does it all really mean?

Romans is a confusing book, it seems like every time I read it I feel like Paul just says the same things over and over ad nauseum. But Romans 6:11 stuck out to me today.

“In the same way, count yourselves dead to sin but alive to God in Christ Jesus.”

When I was writing it in my journal, I slipped up and wrote this…

“In the same way, count yourselves dead to sin but alive in Christ Jesus.”

I just left out the words “to God,” nothing major. But it got me thinking, the whole concept of being alive “to” something doesn’t quite make sense to me. And for that matter, being dead “to” something doesn’t make sense either. In this world, you’re either alive or dead. There’s a very defined line, that once you cross over it, you’ve passed from the “alive” category into the “dead” one. You can’t be “alive” to water and “dead” to oxygen. One bit of death’s finality means death in the whole body.

And now that I’m thinking about it, that’s not entirely true. Every day, even now, things in me are dying. Things in me are being born. My entire body is turning over and being recreated. I’m literally being held together by strings, and those strings are even dying and being reborn.

But that’s not what sin is, according to Paul. Sin isn’t something that dies and has the potential to be reborn. When it dies, it’s gone. And to bring it back means we “offer” ourselves back into it (see verse 13). It doesn’t just happen to us. So maybe sin is a bit like a nerve cell. Nerve cells, at some point, stop re-growing. You have all you’re going to have, and you can’t get them back when they’re gone. So when you’re dead to sin, it’s like being brain-dead. Your body keeps functioning to some level, but the processes that used to be controlled by certain nerve cells are no longer able to work.

Ok, that’s a very imperfect analogy. I need to keep thinking about it. But how in the world do you become alive “to God” in Christ Jesus? There’s no coincidence that I left it out when I wrote it down. It doesn’t even register to me. What does it mean to be alive “to something?” I’ve always just thought life is itself a complete thought in itself. It either exists or doesn’t exist, it doesn’t need an object to be alive “to.” How do you become alive to something new?

I’ve written and deleted this paragraph 3 times, so what I’m about to say is in no way a good conclusion. But maybe it starts with viewing God as a relationship. I have experienced what it’s alike to meet someone (my wife), and feel like I’ve somehow found a new life. Somehow, although nothing internally has changed, I’ve “come alive,” and in a large extent I’ve come alive to love. So how do I count myself “alive to” my wife? By spending time with her, enjoying her presence, learning about her, working hard to please her. That’s how I come “alive to” her.

And maybe that’s what coming alive “to God” is like. So today, how can I count myself dead “to sin” but alive “to God”? The answer is in the same verse, tagged at the end. “In Christ Jesus.” It’s not an insignificant phrase. Jesus is fully alive “to God,” he made that abundantly clear when he was on earth. He didn’t move a muscle without watching the Father and imitating what the Father was doing. His whole life was derived from the Father, he had no life apart from Him. And because of the life Jesus has given me (through his resurrection), I can do the same thing.

Here’s to living my life “to God” today. I’ll let you know how that works out.

Things that seem still

•February 13, 2008 • Leave a Comment

// Wednesday, February 13, 2008 // 10:03 AM // Kitchen Table //

I must give the impression
That I have the answers for everything
You were so disappointed
To see me unravel so easily
—-
And it’s only changed
Only everything I know
Even the things that seem still
Are still… changing
—-
I stay focused on details
It keeps me from feeling the big things
But watch the microscope long enough
Things that seem still are still changing

-Ben Folds “Still”

For those of you that don’t know me, I’m a huge fan of Ben Folds. I know, some of his music is pretty terrible lyrically, and I definitely wouldn’t advise listening to it if you struggle with profanity. But I’m a big believer in the fact that truth and grace can reside inside the most unexpected places. And for me, in the middle of this song, there’s a strong residue of God that I can’t avoidwhen I listen to it.

This is kind of what I’m working through right now, specifically in my marriage. Being broken, open, honest. Watching the façade that I’ve built fall and being crushed under its weight. It’s a painful place, a place I don’t want to be for long. It’s hard to stand in the light and look at yourself honestly… to see the ugliness that you’ve been trying to avoid and realize that not only can you not avoid it, but you have to deal with it in some way.

But on the other side of the hurt and shock, it’s a beautiful mess. It’s where God lives… in a broken and contrite heart, in a humbled whisper of surrender. I’m finding God in a new way, a way that doesn’t hide and doesn’t run away from brokenness. But embracing who I am as a fallen and broken man, and looking to God to satisfy my needs and desires in this moment.

These verses are resonating with me now. They used to be cold, but now as I read them they’re drawing up emotion out of me like a well. And I know God is close.

Praise the Lord, o my soul;
All my inmost being, praise his holy name.
Praise the Lord, o my woul;
And forget not his benefits—
Who forgives all your sins
And heals all your diseases
Who redeems your life from the pit
And crowns your head with love and compassion
Who satisfies your desires with good things
So that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.
-psalm 103:1-5

Why I Don’t Work For ESPN

•February 4, 2008 • Leave a Comment

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I was way, way wrong.