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And this is the sound of the underground. Of history in the making, foundations shaking ... this is the sound of the underground. — Pete Grieg, The Vision
Choose today whom you will serve. — Joshua
I fell onto my olive-colored couch. After years of friendship, it cradled my body intimately. The house was silent and I was about to force a crisis of faith. I'd prayed the New Year's Eve prayer again nine months earlier — the one about somehow forging a deeper relationship with God and the obligatory commitment to read more of the Bible this year. I remember asking Jesus, somewhat sarcastically, if there was any way I could honestly draw closer to him without someone having to die. It's easy to hold onto Christ when there's nothing else to hold onto. It's more difficult to hang onto faith when things are fine. Somehow this prayer found its way past a crack in the ceiling and floated up to heaven because there I sat at the end of myself, with real choices staring at me like a loaded revolver. Change had been blowing in with the summer breeze and now I had to choose.
My father had been a minister for thirty years, so I grew up under "the shadow of the Almighty." Christianity had been such a part of my life I couldn't really see the world any other way. I didn't know how to. My childhood was spent in a trailer behind a new church every couple of weeks while Dad supported us as a traveling evangelist. My days consisted of home schooling, entering the sanctuary and preaching the previous evening's sermon to the empty pews, and then making a cross in the parking lot with spare wood and crucifying myself with rock nails. I can't remember not knowing Jesus. He was woven into my life at the cellular level, but somehow the faith of a child becomes the faith of a ragged-out workaholic adult.
My folks never really outlined my life for me. They chose moral guidance over rigid authority, figuring I'd find my way. I never got too crazy. It wasn't until my late teens that I declared my independence, so they had to deal with a moody artist and a tough transition into adulthood; but they didn't have to deal with an overabundance of teen angst. I'd found my love early, and although I had my share of broken hearts, music had never failed me.
As an early teen, I could usually be found wearing a pair of headphones listening to anything I could get my hands on. I woke up to music, ate lunch to it, slept it, dreamt it, and started it all over again the next day. By the time I was sixteen, I'd decided that anything short of a career in the music world would be utter failure for me, and I threw out every plan B that had ever occurred to me.
Shortly after that I met a mentor. He just happened to materialize in church one Sunday as if he'd beamed in from the U.S.S. Enterprise. I became obsessed with the little demo studio in his basement, and all the minimum wage money I could earn went into recording there. I recorded my first song as a surprise while my parents were away on holiday. Bernard's style of mentoring worked sort of like my parents had reared me. I had to sort it out. I'd come upstairs after cursing the tape machine for not obeying me and ask him what I'd done wrong. He'd smile and say, "I believe if you just think it over carefully, you'll figure it out." I'd walk back down the stairs still cursing under my breath, but he was right. I learned fast and it stuck.
By the time I graduated from high school, I was making money producing records, and the busier I got, the faster life moved. Bernard had a streak of good luck as well. His little eight-track recording studio became the place to be in a matter of months when one of his records sold two million copies. It was off to the races, and I got to watch it from the front row. There was no going back. Within a couple of years I had a manager and the work kept coming. My goal was to pick up one day and survive in Music City, and it wasn't too long before I did.
Christian music and I came of age together. The Christian music industry was struggling to stand up and be something, and I was determined to be a part of it. It was my cause and mission in life to find my way to Nashville, where everything seemed to be congregating. I'd read every issue of any industry magazine I could find.
When I arrived in Nashville a few years later, I was ready. I thought I'd have to do music during the day and deliver pizza at night for a while, but it never happened. Although I was able to work right away, I learned quickly that Nashville was a lot different than the little Michigan city I'd come from. I was the little fish in a sea of world-class talent, and regardless of my mission, there was heavy competition. I put my head down and started plowing and didn't look up for ten years. I didn't look up until I found myself sitting on my couch all but ruined. Had music finally failed me?
The End of the Beginning
The previous year had started like the rest: work hard and then work hard to get more hard work. I'd tossed my New Year's prayer earnestly enough to God, the one about getting closer to him, but I had all but forgotten it by the second week of January. I earnestly wanted to read more of the Bible too. I started sitting in church and reading Scripture, taking careful notes on the things I thought were inconsistent. I thought I'd eventually get through the whole Bible and present this document to God so that he might defend himself against my scrutiny.
This was about as far as my commitment went because I'd found my way into the fast track of an emerging company that was buying up the entirety of the independent Christian music landscape. They were spending money like they had it, and I was right at the ground level. It seemed I'd hit the mother lode. Apparently I'd be making records for years to come for these guys. When I was asked to extend myself and complete a couple projects without payment while they got their subsequent rounds of funding in place, I went against my better judgment and continued. Records were completed, turned in, and released, and before I knew it, I had lived a year on my savings.
Things quickly turned south, and I had broken a cardinal rule in the music business: never begin work without a budget check in the bank. I'd broken the rule — and it had about broken me. In a quick maneuver, the upper tier of leadership was shaved off. I was asked to step in and try to work with the team to salvage the company's burning carcass. I didn't have a choice. All my money was at stake. If it didn't survive, I assumed I wouldn't either.
For eight months I worked eighty-plus hours a week trying to turn the ship. The one bright spot was Red Bull, cigar smoke, and a fledgling friendship with a kindred soul forged in the fire of stress. Brad and I took barrage after barrage of heavy artillery as I tried to create low-cost product while he juggled how we would get it to market. Everyone on the team worked their hearts out, but in the end it was too far gone. We started late and failed. I walked out of that office building in Franklin, Tennessee, knowing that as soon as the owners filed the bankruptcy papers, my life savings were gone.
So I sat in an empty house, alone with nothing left but a friendly couch and a few painful decisions. I found it ironic that my choices were matters of the heart rather than business maneuvers. All I'd known for eight months were business maneuvers with a thin veneer of faith over the top in hopes that God would bless the effort. Psalm 127:1 says, "Unless the Lord builds the house, the builders labor in vain." This was a defining truth, and it created the fulcrum on which my life was delicately balanced.
I considered the poverty of the semi-agnostic life I'd been living. Let's be honest: Isn't that pretty much how many of us live as Western Christians? We acknowledge God and possibly even go to church regularly. Perhaps we even donate generously. But when push comes to shove, what kind of spiritual foundation do we really have? I had little. There was a little boy with the faith of a warrior in mothballs locked away in the attic of my heart, but now as a father with little boys of my own, my faith was anemic and my existence was balanced on a frail ledge. To say I was a good spiritual leader for my wife and children would be like calling Billy the Kid a good pastor to his band of outlaws.
I couldn't deal with it anymore. The kingdom I'd built had just tumbled before my eyes in a matter of months. I considered atheism. I thought about forgetting faith and finding solace in not having to deal with a moral compass of any sort other than what would serve me. I considered picking up a vice or two and jumping back into the fray. I'd just kill or be killed because that's what it felt like my life had boiled down to. "It's nothing personal; it's just business" were the poisonous words I'd heard one too many times. But behind door number two was the chance to give faith a fair play. No holds barred. An all-expenses-paid, one-way ride to absolute surrender.
Sitting there on that couch, the choice stared me in the face. It was one of those true existential moments, and in the end, I chose to honor my heritage and actually give faith a genuine effort from my heart. I vividly remember the prayer. It wasn't a sinner's prayer, and it wasn't eloquent. " Jesus, I'm done with the crap. I'm finished. If you want me to go to Des Moines and make hamburgers for a living, I'll pack up our stuff tomorrow and leave. I'm fine with that." It felt as if I was standing at the edge of a precipice looking out over waves of the vast unknown. What I was contemplating was jumping.
"I'm going to believe that you're nearby and that you can seize me before I hit the bottom," I prayed. "If you don't, I'm dead. I believe my heart will die, and I fear it will be the last time I care about anything."
I jumped — and in the falling, I finally understood that as much as I needed to live by faith, I also needed to surrender my identity. For years I had been trapped in believing that what I did was who I was. This free fall gave me the oddest sense of release. In that leap of faith, who I was and what I did separated, and my sense of self was stripped clean.
I'd like to say the burden lifted and a ray of sunshine came through the window accompanied by the scent of fresh lavender, but it didn't happen like that. I was utterly numb. It was one of the only times I felt perfectly at peace with whatever might come next. Then the phone rang. I was offered immediate work for immediate cash. Grocery money. Then another call and an email. Monthly bills. Provision never stopped after that, but that's only the beginning of the story.
The Bible and the Epiphany
In the flames of hardship as I thrashed about to save what I thought was my sense of identity and financial security, I had started to read the Bible every day. My friend Brad and I were traveling so much in the end that I had gotten into the habit of reading it aloud to him in the car. Now that was over. I had now chosen sincerely to give faith an honest place in my life, and I found I missed the Scriptures. I missed the rhythm of reading them. They had become a source of comfort to me. I can't confess to giant leaps of spiritual growth during that time. All I can really own up to is trying to pilfer a little consolation for my frayed nerves while trying to look clean and pretty for Jesus so he'd save me in the midst of my trials.
In spite of this, something was happening to me on the inside, and when I ceased exposing myself to the words contained in the Scriptures, I knew something was different. The bizarre piece of this equation is that I wasn't reading the Bible to gain deep insights into the mystical regions of the soul. I wasn't trying to solve theological quandaries either. I was just reading it for what it said, and often it said something that got stuck in a corner of my mind and loitered there for days.
Stuff like, "The person who plants selfishness, ignoring the needs of others — ignoring God! — harvests a crop of weeds. All he'll have to show for his life is weeds! But the one who plants in response to God, letting God's Spirit do the growth work in him, harvests a crop of real life, eternal life" (Galatians 6:7 – 8 MSG). This was my life right there on the page, echoing prophetically over a couple millennia. It not only contextualized what I'd been experiencing; it gave me a north star and a measure of hope that I couldn't rationalize but I couldn't deny either.
When I removed the Bible from my routine for a few days, I started to feel vacant; but as the equilibrium returned to my life, I found the old struggles returning. These weren't struggles of faith. My faith was steadfast. When I made the choice to take the leap, the tectonic plates of my soul shifted. "I choose to believe" has been my mantra since that day in the face of doubt.
The struggle was for time. I began to rationalize that I was reading something I didn't really understand anyway. When I would take the time to read the Bible, the calm would return, and sure enough something would invariably leap off the page that I'd never understood. I knew a lot of the Bible. I could quote Scripture. But I'd never read the Bible in context, and the more I did, the more fascinating it became. Soon it was less about footprint poems and promise verses and more about a story that was unfolding. It was less about extreme customs and animal sacrifices and more about the epic story of God. I started seeing things that I could relate to in spite of the cultural differences. I began to find my own face staring back at me from the pages.
In October 2005 I was working on a lengthy design job. I'd expired the battery on my iPod and I remembered reading about an emerging technology called podcasting. I did a quick Google search and in a few minutes I was listening to a guy driving home from his job just verbally trashing everyone around him. It was hideous, but a flicker of possibility began to glow in the back of my mind. I searched more and located podcasts that were seriously making a go of it in the underground world. They were funny and engaging in an indie sort of way that I hadn't heard in a long time. This was grassroots, and I thought it could be a revolutionary marketing tool for the music world. Little did I know that the core plates of my life were about to shift again, and this time I was about to experience a sudden and immediate change of direction.
One morning during the second week of December 2005, I awoke after a restful sleep to a message that was apparently waiting for me to open my eyes. "I want you to podcast the Bible," it whispered. I sat up, shook off the dream, and made a pot of coffee. "I want you to podcast the Bible" became the tape playing over and over in my subconscious. I thought it was one of the more stupid things to get stuck there. First, I didn't know anything about podcasting other than how to listen to one. Second, I had no time for something like that. And third, I had been generally comfortable being a behind-the-scenes sort of guy. Podcasting the Bible would be completely against the natural order of my life.
"I want you to podcast the Bible" played on. After several days, I finally sat down and asked, " Jesus?" Bingo. A bona fide directive from the Lord delivered in a way that rang true to my heart and was an instruction to do something I would never, ever have done on my own. My willingness to move all our stuff to Des Moines and make hamburgers wandered back into mind. I sighed deeply. "Okay."
As I started preparing, I noticed that this burgeoning technology had little help for a regular person. You had to have some geek credentials hidden behind your front pocket penholder to offer a podcast, but somehow I managed to sort it out enough to put my first recording on the Internet by Christmas. I told cyberspace that I had no idea what I was doing and that I had no idea who might come into contact with the message, but that I was planning to start reading the Bible every single day starting on January 1, 2006, and hopefully I would get all the way through it by the end of the year, one day at a time.
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1 The Olive Couch 13
2 Why Don't We Read the Bible? 29
3 The Benefits and Blessings of Reading Scripture 41
4 How the Bible Was Meant to Be Read 63
5 Living the Bible in Community 77
6 Lectio Divina: Divine Reading 97
7 The Spoken Word, the Living Voice 111
8 Living the Bible in Your Family 125
9 Finding Your Place in God's Story 139
Epilogue : No Joke, You Will Never Be the Same 151
Appendix: Bible Reading Plans 159
Posted July 19, 2012
I read Passages in two days. As soon as I read the description, I was hooked. I can't tell you what an incredible book this is. I have read many books on this subject, but Passages is in a league by itself. Brian Hardin begins by explaining how he came to read the bible everyday. He gives his testimony in Chapter One entitled "The Olive Couch". Chapter Two talks about the reasons why we don't read our bible. This was one of my favorite chapters. Our number one excuse for not reading our bible is lack of time.. "Time is always an enemy. Reading Scripture is always on our perpetual to-do list; but as the day goes by, it ends up at the bottom of the list, and by the time we fall into bed, we're just too exhausted to read anything that requires serious thought." (Page 32) Can you relate? I know I can because I struggle with this myself. The other is understandability which Brian Hardin discusses as well. "The Bible is written as a story, a story that has not yet reached its conclusion. The story has wound its way through battlefields and wedding nights, through birthing chambers and funeral parlors, from transcendent pleasure to utter hopelessness. This is the unstoppable story of God and his profound love for humanity." (Page 35) Chapter Six was extremely interesting for me. The chapter discusses "Lectio Divina: Divine Reading". "Lectio divina is an unhurried, contemplative reading of a portion of Scripture. The practice of lectio divina includes four steps: Lectio, read; Meditatio, meditate; Oratio, speak or pray; and Contemplatio, contemplate or rest." (Page 103, 105) Brian Hardin also writes that reading the Word of God out loud has remarkable power and authority. I admit, I never read the Bible out loud to myself. However, after reading this book, I will now apply this new practice to my daily bible reading. Brian Hardin has a unique, creative and eloquent writing style. Passages inspired me so much. I am now listening to his daily podcasts and also joined Daily Audio Bible online community. If you struggle with reading the Bible, I highly recommend this book. Passages is full of wisdom and inspiration. I especially loved reading people's testimonies throughout the book. In conclusion, I want to thank Brian Hardin for writing this book. I also want to thank Litfuse Publicity and Zondervan Publishers for sending me a complimentary copy of this book to read and review.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted July 9, 2012
To be honest, when I first picked up Brian Hardin's Passages, I wasn't expecting that much from it. I assumed it would be just one of the abundance of Christian non-fiction that maybe leaves me with something to ponder, but doesn't really leave much of a mark on my life. However, I soon realized that Passages would be something entirely different.
Brian Hardin asks the relevant, if maybe too close to home question: why don't Christians really read the Bible? Not just a verse or two here and there, but rather taking the time to pour over chapters for what they really are - God's love letter to His creation. Hardin says "How could something so important seem to mean so little? The ironies compound themselves because we want to have a better relationship with God, we believe the Bible is the truth, and we believe it contains answers for our lives, yet reading the Bible is the one thing we continue to ignore." As I read this, I knew he undeniably right. Our modern, Western Christian culture is leaving out one of the very most vital parts of our relationship with God. Yet do we even realize it?
Hardin, who started the Daily Audio Bible podcasts, believes strongly in the power of the spoken word of God. He encourages us, not only to redefine our daily Bible reading, but to read it out loud and with other Christians. He also makes the point that while most Christians would say they believe that the Word of God is alive, our actions speak differently. He suggests that we view the Bible as a best friend, a companion and our guide.
Brian Hardin has a remarkable gift for walking right up to you, exactly where you are. There's no condescension or superfluous airs, just simply the invitation to join him as he seeks to truly know God through His Word.
I highly recommend this book to all Believers.
Note: I received a complimentary copy of this book through a publicity agency. However I was not required to write a positive review, the thoughts above are entirely my own.
Posted July 2, 2012
After struggling to read the Bible regularly himself, Brian Hardin, in his book, Passages, is given an insight from the Lord to start the Daily Audio Bible. This was not his desire at the beginning. In fact, he determined not to be involved with ministry from early on as a preacher’s kid. He, instead, immersed himself in the record industry for ten years.
After extreme exhaustion from long hard days of work and little time for his family, God got his attention and whispered in his ear about podcasting the Bible on the internet, starting January 1, 2006. Little did he know the blessings and peace that would come from his obedience and the ministry that would open up to the world.
Brian’s book is packed with testimonies, wisdom and insight into the blessings of reading and obeying the Word. He’s quick to let anyone know it’s not hocus pocus magic, but a real relationship with God. With all honesty, he can say that everything in your life will change in ways you never imagined if you read the Word daily. He doesn’t suggest that life will magically be perfect, but you will have peace and hope in your life.
A verse that sticks out in my mind that he includes about all Scripture is that it’s:
for gaining wisdom and instruction, for understanding words of insight; for receiving instruction in prudent behavior, doing what is right and just and fair; for giving prudence to those who are simple, knowledge and discretion to the young. Proverbs 1:2-4 Also see 2 Timothy 3:16.
Brian lists the four steps of Lectio Divina: Divine Reading, which is a tried and true method of hearing from the Lord:
Oratio: Speak or Pray
Contemplatio: Contemplate or Rest
Brian also talks about the power of the spoken Word. After reading about the spoken word as enumerated in the Scriptures, it’s taken on a whole new meaning for me. (Faith comes from hearing, and hearing by the Word of God. Roman 10:17) We have gotten used to the printed word, which the lay people didn’t have for thousands of years, and tend to read it quietly by ourselves. I agree that there is power in the spoken Word as demonstrated by the Lord throughout the Bible, though reading it alone isn’t wrong. But there is much to gain from community reading and studying.
Brian also gives practical wisdom in taking the time to read, study and obey the word, with an emphasis on community for accountability. He gives you guidelines in getting started in the epilogue section. They are practical and vital for spiritual growth.
Included in the back are three different Bible reading plans:
The Daily Audio bible Reading plan that includes Old and New testament reading.
The Chronological Bible in a Year where you follow the timeline of how events occurred.
The Historical Bible in a Year, reading the books in the order that they were inspired.
This is one dynamite book to open your eyes to the wealth of blessings when you read the Bible regularly. There are more practical and spiritual insights in this book that cannot be enumerated in my review, but have touched my heart. This is a book you will not want to pass up!
As his book states: “Welcome to the adventure. 365 days in a row through the Bible in community. No apologies. No turning back.” Check out his site here for more information and to get involved.
This book was provided by Amy Lathrop of Litfuse Publicity in exchange for my honest review. No monetary compensation was exchanged.
Posted June 5, 2012
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Growing up Catholic, I have listened to Bible readings very often and can even say that I have read most or all of Bible. I took a class titled “Bible” in high school and attend Mass most Sundays. There was a joke that circulated around my grade and high schools, we called the people who only attended Church on Christmas and Easter “Chreasters.” Now that I am older, I realize that the name is not funny. People who rarely come to Mass are missing out. Brian Hardin’s book is a great way to return to faith and feel good.
Passages is filled with quotes, personal stories, and resources to help people find their way back to God. The book helps you become a happier person and make changes that will improve your life. I believe I am a more forgiving person because of this book. Passages reminds you that you are not alone and gives you tools to improve your life.
Posted March 7, 2012