5 years of MAD

Yesterday was the fifth anniversary of when the MAD Christian Radio Show hit the airwaves for the first time. Which meant it was also my fifth anniversary of being on the radio.

These past five years of doing MAD have been absolutely incredible. As a young kid I played "radio station" with my siblings, but never dreamed that one day I would have my own show, but so much has changed since then. I've gone from a shy kid lacking confidence to someone who is actually comfortable on the air. And not only comfortable, but feeling fully alive and that's a great thing to be.

I've been asked a lot recently "what do you think is next?" and honestly I don't have an answer for that. I never could have imagined that all of this would have happened when the radio show first started and I have no idea what God has in store for the show or myself in five years.

I do however know that in the short term for me personally some really exciting things are going to be happening. I've been offered a part time job writing for a national countdown show and I have decided to accept that- it was quite an honor to be asked and its something that I really want to do, even if it means letting go of a few other things in my life. Another highlight coming up soon is of course my book being released- wow, I'm still having a hard time believing that one.

I mean how blessed can one person be? I'm only 23 and I'm living my dream. Yes my life has being filled with some hard things and I'm still facing a few personal challenges, but who am I to complain?

I'm living a dream. I love what I do. What more could I ask for?

It's Been A While...

Yes, I realize I have become a very inconsistent and lazy blogger, but just in case you were worried, I don't plan on repeating this cycle very often.

This past week and a half has been so busy, I don't know how I got everything done. Big project for work. Study. Gym. Prepare a radio show. Two meetings. Assignments. Drive to Toronto and back. Another meeting. More assignments. Prepare Bible study. Write test. Answer Emails. Put together radio show. Deliver Bible study.

And on top of that, I'm walking around like a zombie because of some sort of sleep issue that has been going on. Needless to say, writing has been one of the last things on my mind.

But in the midst of this busyness and sleepiness it has been good. The trip to Toronto and back was really great- excellent results at the doctors and lots of laughs along the way. This week I've been having so much fun sorting through the archives and picking moments to put together for the MAD Birthday Special that will be airing this weekend (more on that to come).

The project for work is completed and I think I'll be free from that commitment until after Christmas, which will free up some time. The Bible study tonight went really well.

Life has been busy, but it has also been really good. More on God and life to come- I'd write more now but I have to practicing sleeping so I'm all ready for the clinic tomorrow night ;)

Contrast

Tonight I was contemplating on my life and I came to an easy conclusion: I couldn't be more content than I am at this moment. I feel as though nothing is lacking and that is a great place to be in. I don't feel this way because life is perfect because it never will be, but rather because I am very happy in this place.

Looking at my life it is quite a contrast from even a year ago. A year ago I was sicker than I have ever been in my life and I really didn't know what the future held. I didn't know at first if I would get well again. And then once I did, I didn't know if I would ever be able to resume my ministries. My voice was shot from the tubes that were forced down my throat and if there's one thing you need in radio, it's a voice. My energy was non existent. And the contract that I was supposed to receive for my book was cancelled when the company sold out. My schooling was out the window and I didn't know if I would ever be able to resume it. Things were very uncertain.

Yet today my life couldn't be more different. My voice was restored, alongside of most of my health. The radio show is going stronger than ever- just this week five new stations in the US decided to air it and this month I'm celebrating five years on the air! My book has been picked up by a publisher and will be in stores in mere weeks. I'm back in school and I have my funding for that. Life is good. Quite a contrast from a year ago.

Yet through this contrast I have learned that my faith in God is not dependent on circumstances, which to me shines the existence of God in my life even more so. My faith in Him is just as strong today as it was last October. In fact, through the trials it was made even stronger.

Today I know beyond all doubt that God has a plan for my life and that His plan is perfect. I am no longer worried about where this life leads me because I know that no matter what "detours" I have to take, I'm going to end up exactly where He wants me. And there truly is no better place to be!

So today I smile because I know this is exactly where I am supposed to be in my life. And ironically, it is the same smile that came to my face last year at this time when I had the same realization. Yes the circumstances this time are different, but that peace is still the same.

And so today I go, I listen, and I obey. I may stay here for a while longer or God may have something else for me just around the corner- I don't know. But I do know that with Him as my guide, my life will be complete both in the smooth stretches of the road and in the bumpy sections of road.

As the Proverb says so well: "We can make our plans, but the Lord determines our steps." Thank God for that!

The forbidden word: death

Want to make everyone around you uncomfortable? Say the word "death" and mission accomplished! I've talked to many different people from different walks of life from different age groups and the one thing that we all have in common is that we don't like talking about death. This discomfort stretches across lines of race and religion. Of wealth and poverty. It makes no difference where we come from or what experiences we have: we're uncomfortable with death.

I can say that pretty confidently because I for one can admit that death makes me uncomfortable. I don't like to talk about it. I don't like to hear about it. It's far easier to just ignore it than it is to face it. And so my vocabulary avoids it. My actions ignore it. I talk about healing and life and leave the talk of death to doctors and funeral directors.

Even during my illness I didn't want to talk or think about death and being in a hospital made that kind of difficult to avoid, yet avoid it I did. When a patient down the hall from me passed away, I hid in my room until I was 100% certain that there were no upset family members still in the hallway. When I would hear multiple "code blues" over the speaker system, I would say a quick prayer and turn up the television. I did everything possible to avoid the topic in a place where the subject can't be denied. And I know I'm not the only one to ever do this.

Actually when I really think about it, being uncomfortable with death makes sense if you believe in the God of the Bible. But it sure doesn't make sense if you don't. I know that sounds opposite to what we are taught, but hear me out for a second.

If we are nothing more than a by product of a big bang and there is nothing more than nature that is behind our existence, wouldn't death be the most natural thing in the world? In an ever evolving world, old life dies and new evolved life springs forth. It's the circle of life. It's the chain of nature. Yet if that was the case, wouldn't we have evolved on some sort of an emotional level to not only accept death, but deal with it as a regular occurrence in life? The same way we deal with our human limitations? Really if we had evolved free from any sort of a god and any kind of concept like eternity, death would make sense. It wouldn't paralyse. It wouldn't destroy. It would be a natural part of our existence.

But it's not and that makes my faith the most natural thing in the world. Why? Because the way I read it in Genesis, we as humans were not designed to die. We were created to live forever in the Garden of Eden. We were given access to eternal life, but we messed it up and through our sin introduced all kinds of nasty things into our world. So instead of leaving us to live forever in a fallen state, God did us a favour and evicted us from the garden so that we didn't have a choice in the matter.

Life outside of Eden meant that where once we were created to be alive for all eternity, we transitioned into fragile and mortal beings. It also meant that in order to have eternal life, God would have to provide another way in Jesus. We were made to live forever, we messed it up, and thus our struggle with accepting death makes sense.

And while the Christian faith explains our problem dealing with death, it also makes death out to be no less than a glorious transition. I tend to think of it now in the same way as being put under anaesthetic for surgery: you feel yourself floating then blank out. But in death instead of awaking in a recovery room somewhere in pain, you wake up in the most glorious place that could ever be wondering why you were so nervous about the journey.

Yes death is uncomfortable to talk about at times and yes, it doesn't always make sense. That's just one more consequence of the fall, but thank God it's not a permanent one!

God In This Moment?

In the song "God In This Moment" Gavin Mikhail sings:

"Until the day you took away from me
The only thing that mattered in my life
Can't you see why I am angry with you?
I'm hating you for all you put me through
And, I don't know why inside this silence is deafening
You know I gave up everything for you
I followed you always, all along ."

Throughout my life and especially during my journey since I surrendered my life to Christ, I've had many God moments: times when I knew beyond all doubt that He was there in this with me and that I was not alone. But for whatever reason there was a time during my illness when I did not have that same assurance.

This was foreign feeling for me. Before during the trials in my life I always knew that God was there and that He had a plan in spite of the storm of life. It didn't matter what it was or how bad things looked, I always knew that God was there and that with Him it was going to be alright. But during part of my illness, perhaps the worst part, I felt just like the writer of "God In This Moment"- wondering if in fact there was a God in this moment and if there was, angry for the deafening silence. And to be honest, feeling a bit betrayed.

You see as bad as the first surgery was for me and as much as I wasn't a happy camper to be going through that, I always had the assurance that I was getting better. Yes I was sliced open, but I knew it would heal. I also knew that each day after surgery you feel a bit better than the day before until eventually you begin to forget the pain. And so from October 19th until October 22nd I could see God in the moment. I could see purpose: I had a medical problem that needed to be dealt with and surgery was the only way to do that. Fine. I wasn't blaming God for the fact that I was born with extra cells that turned into cysts.

But all that changed on October 23th. I was out of the hospital and recuperating at home, anxious for the day that the pain became a distant memory. But I was in for a little surprise: I started a fever. Then violent shakes. And then started losing a whole lot of blood. In the days to come instead of being lead down a road to recovery, I became sicker than I had ever been in my life.

It was in that place that I couldn't see God in those moments. In the moments where through tears I begged God to give me some relief and none came. In the moments where I was being rushed to the ER and prayed to see the right doctor, only to open my eyes and see the wrong one over and over and over again. In the moments where I prayed for healing only to have a higher fever, more violent shakes, and more pouring blood.

And it was those moments that I felt let down from the One who had always been there for me and that was a hard thing to swallow. I mean I thought I had been faithful. I thought that I had given up so much to follow Him- was that worth nothing? It's not like I expected God to be my fairy godmother who would suddenly take a wand and make the world okay again, but I expected at least a bit of hope that God was in those moments. Yet during those horrific seven days, I was coming up empty.

That left me with a choice: I could either believe that this experience was a reflection of both God's character and what our relationship was like or I could believe that even in this very dark place there was a purpose. I chose the later of the two and to borrow from that same Gavin Mikhail song, my prayer became:

"God I hope You're there in this moment
Watching over me
Can you show me you're there in this moment?
Something to make me believe."

And that He did. You see while God didn't send legions of angels or sudden healing, He did send His peace- that same peace that surpasses all human understanding. So when the doctor came in on that Sunday morning and said I was being rushed up to surgery where I would be re-opened and left opened to heal properly, I didn't panic. And when I, Miss I-can't-stand-anything-medical, saw the nurses pull five feet of packing out of me that very night, I didn't freak out. And when even after a second surgery, tons of antibiotics, and enough time later I still wasn't free from infection, I wasn't fretting.

Why? Because God used those very dark days, the days when I didn't feel Him in those moments to prepare me for what was to come.

No, it wasn't pleasant and there are many days, especially when I see my scars in the mirror, that I wish it didn't have to happen. But it did and through my illness I learned something very important: no matter what we go through, God is in every moment. The ones when we feel His presence and the ones when we don't. In the days when we're on spiritual highs and on the days when we are dragging ourselves through spiritual deserts.

The problem is that through our human eyes we only see one perspective. As the quote from Henri Nouwen at the top of this page points out, in the eyes of God there is no distinction between our sorrow and our joy because "where there is pain, there is healing. Where there is mourning, there is dancing. Where there is poverty, there is the kingdom."

Our lives on earth, illnesses included, are indeed divine contradictions.

One year later

One year. That's exactly how long its been since my whole health "adventure" started. I say "adventure" loosely for the lack of a better word. Or maybe there are better words, but "adventure" is the one that is more comfortable to say and hear. I don't know.

Regardless it was exactly one year ago that I was lying in a hospital bed in recovery wishing that I had never ever consented to surgery. The pain was so intense that I literally thought in my drug-induced state that the surgeon had left a knife or something in there. But alas, it was not so!

Looking back on that time is always a weird experience for me. Weird because at the time I didn't fully comprehend what was all going on, which I guess was a good thing. But also weird because one of the big things I learned during this year is that the average person is not comfortable with the idea of illness. We don't talk about it. We don't think about it. And if we are unlucky enough to experience it, we try to forget about it the minute its over.

But I haven't been able to forget as much as I've wanted to and I'm starting to realize that remembering is a blessing in disguise. Because it would be very easy for me to move on and put everything behind me, but in doing so while I wouldn't dwell on an awful lot of bad memories, I also would be dismissing all of the great things that I learned during my illness.

So what did I learn? I'm glad you asked :)

The time of doing nothing during my months of recovery taught me to appreciate and enjoy the simpler pleasures of life. For the first time in 18 years I made a puzzle and actually enjoyed doing so. After I was well enough to move around I learned how to bake and every week would make a different dessert for our family to enjoy at Sunday coffee times. I spent a lot of time in bed and even though it wasn't by choice, I learned the value of rest.

I learned how lucky I am to be alive; to be able to move and walk around freely; to have free health care and professionals who work around the clock to ensure our health.

I learned the beauty of walking in the rain; of stopping to stare at the snow flakes floating down; of spending small moments in prayer with my Father.

I learned the meaning of what it means to have joy that is not dependent of our circumstances; of what it means to be strong; and of when to ask for help.

I learned to appreciate life; both the good days and the bad; the big things and the small.

I learned that healing wasn't what I thought it was; that God is bigger than any problem we face; and that miracles occur everyday, even in the ordinary.

I learned a lot and over the next week or so, I'm going to be sharing different lessons with you that I learned during what was one of the most difficult things that I have ever faced in my life. Why? Because life is a journey and journeys weren't meant to be taken alone. So I'll be sharing what I learned on this little journey in the hopes that it speaks to you in your own.

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Music Speaks Part Two Continued

When We Know The Story Continued

Here are the other U2 stories behind the songs that I know and promised to post in the comment section of the last post. If you guys know any other stories behind their music or anyone else's, feel free to add it in the comments section!

The song "Bad" from the album The Unforgettable Fire was inspired by a friend of Bono's, who on his 21st birthday was given enough heroin that it could have easily killed him.

"Pride (In The Name of Love)" was inspired by Martin Luther King Jr and is the second most played song live in the bands history.

"The Sweetest Thing" was written by Bono as an apology to his wife- he forgot her birthday while on tour. Being so personal, when the song is played live Bono plays The Edge's piano parts. I guess his wife forgave him because she actually appears in the video for this song!

"Walk On" was written about and dedicated to Aung San Suu Kyi. It was U2's effort to praise her for fighting for freedom and her activism in Myanmar where she had been under house arrest since 1989.

Music Speaks Part Two

When We Know The Story
In this second instalment of the "music speaks" series, I'm going to share some stories behind songs that I've learned over the years that have touched my heart and given me a deeper appreciation of the music. If you know a story, feel free to share it in the comments or post an entry on your own blog about it!

Come, Now Is The Time Worship
A well known worship leader and his investors lose more than one million dollars in a failed ministry project. The worship leader loses his home and in an attempt to regroup, moves his family to England. Once there and already depressed from the failures experienced in Canada, he and his wife find out that three of their six children have a condition called "Fragile X Syndrome", which is a form of mental retardation.

With overwhelming circumstances surrounding his life, Brian Doerkson went on a walk to pour out his heart to God. While most of us would use this as an opportunity to vent, question, and search, that wasn't that case for Brian. Over and over he kept being reminded "come now is the time to worship." Minutes later he was back at home and in minutes the song "Come ,Now Is The Time To Worship" was born.

About the song Brian says; "I believe God wants us to come and worship just the way we are, though when true worship happens we don't stay the way we are."

Days of Elijah
Singing it with our little actions at church you wouldn't assume it, but I doubt the writer had a funny grin on his face when the song was first being formed. Why? Because the idea for the song was sparked when Robin Mark was watching 1994's year of review and more specifically the segment about what occurred in Rwanda that year.

After watching the short documentary type show, the writer "found myself despairing about the state of the world and, in prayer, began asking God if He was really in control and what sort of days were we living in. I felt in my spirit that He replied to my prayer by saying that indeed He was very much in control and that the days we were living in were special times when He would require Christians to be filled with integrity and to stand up for Him just like Elijah did, particularly with the prophets of Baal."

And thus the song came to be. Something to think about the next time you hear it in church or on the radio.

Where The Streets Have No Name
The inspiration for this U2 classic comes from a story that Bono heard about Belfast. In Belfast you can tell what someone's religion is and how much money they make based on what street they live on. And the further you go up the street, the more expensive the houses are, and thus, the more money the people living there have. So if someone says what street they live on, that not only tells you what kind of background they have, but you can pinpoint their income based on where on the street they live.

That stuck with Bono and he started to write a song about a place where the streets have no name.

Here is Our King
I would have never guessed where the inspiration for this song came from, but now knowing the story it does it make sense.

"Here Is Our King" was sparked as David Crowder spent two days with his eyes glued to his television set watching the deadly aftermath of the tsunami that struck on Boxing Day 2004. Watching the devastation reminded David of the depth of our fall:

"We know things aren't right, we know that things aren't as they were intended. But here is this thing that comes from the middle of the sea to bring upon us devastation and to take from us our fathers and our mothers and to pull from our hands our children and our friends and our minds cannot fit this in. It is the depth of our fall upon us. Even the ground under our feet is not right. The air we breathe is not right."

But even in the midst of the depth of our fall, we have a glimpse of what is to come:

"Here though, the hope I found in Christ miraculously expands. I believe we are part of a bigger story unfolding. I believe that the rescue of creation has been coming toward us for a long time.... He is coming to set things right. He is coming to set things straight. He is coming and this is tremendously hard to take in, but our hearts swell and this tide of hope groups and father all of this, after this brokenness, after these tears, after this fury, after this tearing that is life...finally, finally. Majesty. Here."

Something to think about the next time you sing:

The ocean is growing
The tide is coming in
Here it is.

Here is our king, here is our love
Here is our God who's come
To bring us back to Him
He is the One, He is Jesus.

Watch for the next post in this series "How The Songs Changed The Writers" coming soon!

Music Speaks Part One

For the first time on this little webspace called "Divine Contradiction" I'm going to be doing a series of posts titled "Music Speaks". Here's the first instalment:

What's Their Story?
Last week at College and Careers we had a time of praise and worship. As I flipped through the song book and took notice of many songs that have met me in different places of my life, I couldn't help but wonder "what's their story?"

Who is Marsha Stevens and what inspired her to write "For Those Tears I Died"?

"You said You'd come and share my sorrows
You said You'd be there for my tomorrows
I came so close to sending You away."

When she wrote this was she sitting alone in a hospital room? At a graveside? What brought on the song? A time of heartbreak? A time of loss? Of pain?

Or how about Craig Musseau? What's his story? When he wrote: "I sing a simple song of love to my Saviour, To my Jesus. I'm grateful for the things You've done."

Was he rejoicing over a blessing? Facing a trial? Remembering the Lord's faithfulness in the past? Or looking towards it in the future?

What was their story?

When I was in Nashville this past April attending GMA Week I attended an event titled the Songwriter Showcase. At this concert, the writers of some of the biggest songs of the year came out and not only performed their music, but they explained the story behind it. Laura Story talked about the drive at night that inspired "Indescribable" (performed by Chris Tomlin). Christa Wells explained the heartbreaking circumstances behind "Held" (performed by Natalie Grant). And for me, somehow knowing the story behind the song adds so much more meaning to it. Not that removing interpretation is the end goal, but when you add the inspiration to your own interpretation, it can be a pretty amazing thing.

Keep checking back for the next post in this series titled "When We Know The Story".

Why I'm Thankful

Izaak Walton once said: "Blessings we enjoy daily, and for the most of them, because they be so common, men forget to pay their praises." Well today I took a short time out to remember to pay my praises for what I'm thankful for:

I'm thankful for my family
I always knew that I had an amazing family, but I was reminded even more so of that during my illness. They made so many sacrifices for me- I still find it hard to believe. My Mom tossed aside everything else in order to be by my side throughout the entire ordeal. She lost many a night of sleep sitting by my side in the emergency room and she put aside her own feelings of disgust in order to be my "nurse" and take care of me. My brother gave up his room for almost six months because it was easier for me, even though that meant he missed out on many of his beloved NHL games (the TV in his room can pick it up, whereas the downstairs TV can't). My grandfather and aunts paid for me to have a TV in my room in the hospital, which is pretty expensive considering how long I was in the hospital for. My sister gave up her vehicle for many weeks so that my family could visit me and then later so that I could get to all of my doctors appointments and such. And not once did she ask for gas money either!

I'm thankful for my friends
Again during my illness I was reminded once again just how blessed I am to have some of the people in my life that I do. Yes, as I've shared before there was some disappointments during the past year, but you know what? That doesn't matter to me anymore. Big surprises make up for little disappointments and I was very surprised by some very special people. The people who called long distance to check up on me. The friend who trudged through a snowstorm in order to come and see me, just when I need to see somebody! All of the "out of towners" who emailed my sister to get updates on me (you thought I didn't know didn't you? ha!) God has blessed me with many amazing people in my life and if you're reading this, chances are you're one of them!

I'm thankful for my ministries
God has been blessing me so much by allowing me to be involved in a few really awesome things! The radio show is so amazing. College and Careers is a blessing. The new dance ministry is very powerful. The book- all I can say is WOW!

I'm thankful for good music
Music speaks so loudly to me in my life and it's such a precious gift. And during the past year my musical appreciation has deepened and my tastes have widened and I'm thankful for that too. I used to say that I like every type of music but country and gospel. Well after one trip to Nashville that's no longer true.

I'm thankful for God's provision
Over and over I have seen God provide for me and it is amazing and humbling all at the same time. From unexpected checks in the mail to a few really great jobs to working things out with the student loan, God has most definitely provided me with exactly what I need!

I'm thankful for my health
Health is one thing that is way too easy to take advantage of and I've been guilty of doing that. Well I hope that my experiences over the past year stay rooted in my mind for the rest of my life just so that I don't ever forget what a gift it is to be healthy.

I'm thankful for knowing Jesus
Having Him in my life makes each day sweeter, each low higher, and each joy that much richer. He is my sustainer, my savior, and my best friend!

And finally I'm thankful for life
It was close to a year ago that I nearly lost my life and going through something like that reminds you just how precious every day. I'm thankful for every moment that I have, both the good ones and the bad. I'm also thankful that this is not the end. One day we all will make the transition from this life to the next and really that's all it is, a transition!

So what are you thankful for? Leave a comment with your list!

History is in the making...

Let me start this post with a disclaimer: I am not a dancer. I never have been one and I don't really feel any overwhelming desire to be one now. But years of watching my sister's recitals has taught me something: I may not be a dancer, but I can choreograph.

Sounds strange, I know. How can someone who doesn't know the moves, figure out the dance? I don't know, but I do know that it's happening.

As some of you know, my sister has been involved in organizing dances for different Christian events in and around the Timmins area for the past three years. Well usually I played some sort of small role, like picking the music and operating the sound system. But this time around I've taken on a different role. Just call me Kristen the choreographer.

After choosing the song, this incredible picture came to me of what the dance could look like and the powerful impact that it could make. Scenes flashed across my mind and to my dismay, I actually became really excited about this possibility. So with my family listening, I explained to Erin my idea for the dance and explained the different moves that the background dancers could do while the two main dancers did their thing in the front. And in the words of my brother: "It's surprisingly good."

And so Erin will be leading a group of dancers to do a routine to Matthew West's song "History" for a retreat that will be happening in a couple of months. And this time instead of pressing play and pause on the stereo, I will be helping to put it together. Scary.

It's kind of crazy the way God has teamed up my sister and I because personality wise, we're very different. And the same goes for talents and giftings. But at the same time, we compliment each other and this isn't the first time God has moved us to join forces to do something together for Him and I'm sure it won't be the last.

History by Matthew West
It's been a bad day
You've been looking back
And all you can see is everything you wish you could take back
All your mistakes
A world of regrets
All of those moments you would rather forget
I know it's hard to believe
Let me refresh your memory

CHORUS
Yesterday is history
And history is miles away
So, leave it all behind you
But let it always remind you of the day
The day that love made history

You know you can't stay right where you fell
The hardest part is forgiving yourself
But let's take a walk into today
And don't let your past get in the way

Would you believe that you are history in the making, in the making?
Every choice that you are making
Every step that you are taking
Every chain that you are breaking
History is in the making
Every word that you are saying
Every prayer that you are praying
Every chain that you are breaking
History is in the making

The power of music

I will never cease to be amazed at how powerfully music can speak to us. From the choruses of Bach to the emotionally powered Dashboard Confessional to the praise songs that fill our Sunday mornings, music speaks to us.

This past week I got an email about the power of music that literally moved me to tears (which isn't an easy thing to do). Music speaks and music moves.

Speaking of music, today my copy of Gavin Mikhail's CD "Like Normal People Do" came in the mail. I've never been more excited to get a CD.

Ever since being referred to Gavin's myspace a few weeks ago, I have become a huge fan of his music. I purchased his first album "Personal Beauty Needs" from itunes and it's incredible. I come into contact with a lot of good artists through the radio show, but this guy is one of the best I've heard. The funny thing about it is Gavin is not a "Christian artist", yet his music has inspired me more than any other CD I've heard this year.

If you have even two extra moments, check out Gavin's website and listen to the songs there. You won't be disappointed.

All We Need

Rich or poor, God I want You more
Than anything that glitters in this world
Be my all, all consuming fire.
You can have all my hands can hold
My heart, mind, strength and soul,
Be my all, all consuming fire

Cause we have all we need in You
All we need is You
All we need is You

All We Need by Charlie Hall

The secret to a content life: Give as much as you can away. The more we hoard, the more we want and the more we want the less satisfied we are with what we have.

And the more we give away, the more the wealth is spread. Recently I went to the global rich list and entered in my last years income (that according to North American standards wasn't very much). According to their stats my income puts me in the top 41% of the richest people in the world! So where do you stand? Well...

-Someone who makes $30,000 CAN a year: top 8.9%
-Someone who makes $40,000 CAN a year: top 4.37%
-Someone who makes $50,000 CAN a year: top 1.78%

Those stats, along with scripture lead me to believe that spreading the wealth isn't only the responsibility of the 400 billionaires published on the recent Forbes list. We have all we need financially (living where we do) and spiritually (knowing who we know). We need to share the excess with those who don't. As another song from Charlie Hall says: "We could feed the whole world with the crumbs of our bread." And if the story of Jesus and the loaves of bread and the fish is any indication, when we give God everything we have, He will multiply it until every mouth and soul is fed.

"Not that I was ever in need, for I have learned how to get along happily whether I have much or little. I know how to live on almost nothing or with everything. I have learned the secret of living in every situation, whether it is with a full stomach or empty, with plenty or little." (Philippians 4:11-12)

Cheery website

I've changed up the website that I will be using as the base for Walking Through A Fallen World and anything else related to the book or future projects.

I had launched it about two months ago, but I wasn't really happy with the appearance and had gotten a few comments on how it felt a little dark. That said, it didn't really match with the purpose behind the site or the book, so I've gone with a different more "cheery" design.

Check out the new site: www.kristenmcnulty.com or www.walkingthroughafallenworld.com and let me know your thoughts!

Copyright

Yesterday I registered for my very first copyright. So if you were planning on writing a book titled Walking Through A Fallen World anytime before I've been gone from this earth for fifty years, you're out of luck!

Crazy week, crazy weekend

It's been an insane week. Between College and Careers starting up again for the fall, my courseload and work I haven't had a whole lot of extra time. However that has taught me to be more efficient with the time I do find in between and I have made some progress on a few things I've been working on...

Website updates
The appearance of the MAD website was getting old, so I changed some stuff up. Added new photos. Fixed the station listings to ensure accuracy. Added links. Take a look at www.madradioshow.net

Room changes
A few months ago I changed up some stuff in my room, added an extra cupboard for storage, etc. Well this weekend I finished stage one of the decorating process. Nothing fancy though. Added a few framed photos to the walls. Put up more bumper-stickers in my ever growing collection (long story). And finally went through a stack of papers that has been building up for way too long. Good to see some progress.

Gym Membership
Before my surgery last October I was a 5 time a week gym goer, so I'd be lying if I said that hasn't be a routine that I've missed. I wanted to join up again in June when I was given the all clear, but couldn't afford it. Well, thankfully the Lord has provided me with the money (actually he has provided me with someone who wanted to pay for my membership- score!) so this week I started up again.

The gym is in a building close to my house that actually used to be a catholic church. Even though it's kind of sad that the church closed, the gym did an amazing job restoring it- they even left in the stained glassed windows. Beautiful.

College and Careers
Well C&C started up again this week for the new school year. It was great to see everyone again and to have a chance to re-connect after the summer. This week to kick things off, I lead a study on using the gifts that we have been given, whether that is time, money, our abilities, etc. It's funny because I had a completely different study prepared, but on Tuesday night I really felt that it wasn't the study I was supposed to be doing. So at the last minute I scrambled to put together something new that God had laid on my heart and it was amazing how God used the message to speak to me and the others there. He is so good!

A quote to leave you with:

"Just do whatever Jesus calls you to do the moment it is clear to you. Do not procrastinate; do not hesitate; do not deviate from whatever course of action He calls you to." Erwin McManus

What God Has Done (And Continues To Do)

This November brings the fifth anniversary of the MAD Christian Radio Show and I can't believe that it has already been five years!

I can remember what my September looked like five years ago: all the planning that went into the show. The fear, the insecurity. When I started the show I had no idea what I was doing (and in a lot of ways still don't lol) but I had no idea that the show would go where it has. And when I say that I'm not trying to brag because I'm very much aware that the success has nothing to do with me, but everything to do with God. He could have chosen many more qualified individuals to do this, but for some insane reason He chose me and I am very thankful for this gift.

And it is a gift. Yes it's a heck of a lot of work at times, but as I've said many times over again: "I love what I get to do and I do what I get to love." I love discovering new bands and giving them a shot at real airtime. I love sitting down and making a playlist for a show, then looking back and seeing the theme that God has interwoven into it. I love interacting with radio stations around the world and getting their perspectives on ministry. I love writing the devotionals and I love it when God reminds me later of those words and uses them to teach and change me. I love producing the audio and figuring out what works and what doesn't. I love checking the radio show email account and reading stories of how God has used the show in people's lives. I love reading radio trade magazines and learning from some of the best in the business. I love meeting listeners and hearing their stories. I love producing the podcast and making use of the latest technology. I love what I get to do and I do what I get to love.

And somewhere in the middle of living this dream, I see God's hand working and it is amazing. He used an 18 year old who was a baby Christian at the time to start something that would still be going strong five years later. And today He uses this 23 year old, sitting in her house in Timmins, Ontario (a place most people have never even heard of) to broadcast the message of His love and grace to over 30 cities in five different countries, to the world on 20 online stations, to cyberspace through a website that receives thousands of visitors a month and to iTunes users through a podcast that receives over 1,000 listeners a month.

Scary? Yes. Humbling? For sure.

But I haven't brought this up to say "look at me, I've got it all together"- that couldn't be more not true. I bring this up, to first of all, give glory to who it belongs to: God and secondly, to testify that God is bigger than any roadblocks that may exist between you and your dream.

If you are a follower of Christ and you have a dream on your heart, it's no accident. In fact, it's a divine placement from a God who loves His children to dream big! Unfortunately too many times we scoff at these big dreams and think "God wouldn't ask me to do that". Well guess what- He would! My life is a testimony to that.

So what's standing between you and your dream? Is it a step of faith that you should be taking? Is it a choice that you should be making? Or are you, like the Israelites, still marching around the perimeter of what God has promised you, waiting in faith for the walls to come crashing down?

It doesn't matter where you are in your own journey after your dream, what matters is that you are on the journey and that you're not walking it alone. He created our hearts and knows our deepest desires. Sometimes all He requires us to do is take a small step of faith: whether that means walking on water or walking in circles around a city, it doesn't matter. What matters is that we do take that step of faith when it is required and trust Him and His plans for our lives in the meantime!

"May he grant you your heart's desire, and fulfill all your plans." (Psalm 20:4)

"Thirsty hearts are those whose longings have been wakened by the touch of God within them." (A.W. Tozer)

Keeping our heads down

Well with yesterday being my last day of summer holidays, I decided to spend it at one of my favorite places: the golf course. I don't know what it is, but there's something about the game that just completely relaxes me. Maybe it's being in the middle of God's creation. Maybe it's spending quality time with my brother. Or maybe it's just because I get to throw all of my energy into making something an inch in size hurdle down a fairway 250 yards. Yeah I think that's it. ;)

Seriously though some of my best times with God have been while playing golf. Golf is also the sport where I've gotten a whole lot of illustrations from for devotionals and articles. And one of these illustrations came to me today.

You see with golf in order to swing properly you have to keep your head down while you're swinging. If you look up too quickly to try to follow where your ball is going, it's not going to end up where it should because you can't do a proper follow through by jerking your head up. No instead, you have to keep your eyes locked in place and trust that those around you are watching where the ball goes.

The same thing applies to us as Christians if we want to be effective in the ways we minister. To do it properly, we must keep our heads down, focused on the task at hand. The second we start looking up and around trying to count results before we're even finished, we mess up. We take a shortcut and as a result, lack in our follow through (and in the case of many Christians we lack in follow up).

This is the reason why churches don't grow when they count salvations instead spending that time training those new Christians to be disciples. This is the reason why some ministries grow in number, but collapse later under a shaky foundation. When we focus on numbers and results we lose sight of what's right in front of us. And when that happens, often what's right in front of us fails.

"The Lord keeps watch over you as you come and go, both now and forever." Psalm 121:8

Knowing that, doesn't it just make sense to keep our eyes on what they should be watching and trust God to watch over the rest? After all, our eyes aren't capable of seeing the whole picture. While we can see the physical, only God can see the complete spiritual picture and when we're using our gifts for Him, that's the only perspective that really matters in the end anyways.

Number 5 is no more!!!

Ok, so I went to the doctors today and I have really good news: my cyst has burst!!! Yes that's right, number five is no more! Contrary to what my sister wanted me to do, I did not name this one (she named my previous four).

To say that I'm relieved is an understatement! I was so hoping to not have to have surgery again because to be quite honest, I don't think that my body has still yet fully recovered from the last ordeal. I know emotionally I was definitely not prepared to have to do something like that again, so I'm very happy that I don't have to.

So what does this mean for the future? Well I had a choice to make. I can continue to go for ultrasounds and tests every few months to see what's happening and keep monitoring everything, but I have chosen not to. Maybe it's something I will change my mind on in the future, but I my reasoning now is that I don't want to live like this for the rest of my life: being supersensitive about every pain or twinge, going for test after test, waiting for results and then doing the whole cycle again.

No, I'd rather enjoy every day and not worry about what may or may not happen in the future. Some may call that irresponsible, but after almost three years of dealing with these cysts, I've come to the point where this is something I feel comfortable doing.

So thank you all for your prayers and support! The prayers definitely worked and I feel truly blessed to have such a great group of people around me :)