Swiss Wednesday Update

It’s been a very full 48 hours here in Yverdon. And nothing could feel better than being “used” for the Kingdom, especially when you’re away from the ones you love. “Down time” is often your biggest enemy while abroad, and I’ve had none of it this trip!

Yesterday’s 3 hour morning class focused on allowing our spirit’s heavenly position (Ephesians 2) to provide us with not only a divine perspective on life, but with Biblical goals. The workshop in the afternoon then centered on collaborative songwriting, a discipline which I know stretched them linguistically and musically as there are 5 different nations represented among them. They’ll be presenting their songs Thursday night in a large church gathering (so they’re all a little freaked out).

Today I taught on “being glorious,” one of my very favorite life-messages, based largely on some of Bill Johnson’s teachings. The presence of the Lord was very strong as I encouraged them to live passionately for God and pursue his purposes for their lives. Those familiar with the regimes of Communism and Socialism–two movements that have had a spiritual grip in the Church as well–felt the freedom to step up and out of a system which has largely kept them bound to “the common,” and resists the individual call.

Then finally this afternoon the students and I held a watch of prayer and worship at Yverdon’s House of Worship, located high on a hill overlooking the city. I love this house and have a special fondness for the meetings with God that I’ve had there. Today was as unexpected as the previous times, this one filled with spontaneous songs of celebration. Having Africans in the mix always helps, as drumming and dancing broke out for more than an hour!

As I wrote Sunday, I am continually reminded on this trip that God hides pieces of himself among the nations, and I find myself on a hunt to appreciate more and more of him through the people I have fellowship with.

ch:

Swiss Monday Update

FAMILY LOVE: Pastor Christian & Fabien Collbis with their children. Each of them prayed for me before the night’s meeting. I left their home so full of the Lord and in awe of God’s faithfulness “to each generation.”

Last night I traveled to the mountain village of Reconvilier and preached to an incredible group of Christians, nearly 600 strong. This region has a Christian heritage that spans hundreds of years, and I was deeply moved by their love for all generations, from very young to very old. As such, I challenged them to strategically cultivate a 100 year vision as a Body of the Believers that act as a priest for their nation, representing Jesus before the people and the people before Jesus. It was a deeply moving time in the presence of the Lord.

FROM THE FRONT: A glimpse from on-stage during the meeting in Reconvilier. Notice the grey heads as well as the young faces. (Don’t forget us bald guys, too).

I also had the opportunity to share songs off the new French CD for the very first time in public. And the band they provided me was practiced and fired up for the night! What a joy to hear hundreds of francophone Believers singing: “Voici le jour du Seigneur / Voici l’appel de nos coeurs / Chante Alleluia, allelu, Amen!” As much as that song (This Is The Day) was written for English speakers in my home town, it was written for these incredible soldiers of the faith as well.

GETTING STARTED: The worship leader, David, paves the way for the rest of the evening.

Today was my first formal day with the School of Worship students here at YWAM Yverdon. I’m really excited as this class seems fully engaged, enthusiastic about being here, and ready to learn. Each of them feel a call to serve the nations through music, and as a result, have a strong leadership mantle on their lives. So addressing them not just as musicians but as servant-leaders is the distinct direction God is leading me in.

After taking over an hour to share my testimony–how I normally start every discipleship school I teach–I moved into the concept of heaven meeting earth using Jacob’s ladder-from-heaven dream found in Genesis 28. Christian’s are so sad in church because they’re just waiting around to go to heaven; meanwhile, God is waiting for opportunities to invade earth!

The afternoon workshop was Songwriting 101, exploring everything from identifying your audience to thematic communication. I gave the students 30 minutes to write as much as they could, and then the opportunity to share in front of the group. What followed was a collage of spiritual reflections emanating from the multinational landscape of the student body.

In short, I got blessed far more than they did.

ch:

THE FOOT FLUSHER: A urinal that only the Swiss could come up with: you flush it with your foot. Genius.

The God of Culture, Not Multiculturalism

When was the last time someone said something that shocked you? I mean, a zinger that seemed totally out of character?

My most recent one was the French President.

This week Nicolas Sarkozy made a startling announcement. In short, multiculturalism has failed.

He’s not the first, however. Last week British Prime Minister David Cameron said it was a “sad failure,” as did German Chancellor Angela Merkel in October.

Sarkozy’s statements during a TFI interview were profoundly counter-politically-correct, and have caught a lot of political Americans off guard (not to mention, a lot of political Europeans).

Of course we must all respect differences, but we do not want…a society where communities coexist side by side. If you come to France, you accept to melt into a single community, which is the national community, and if you do not want to accept that, you cannot be welcome in France. We have been too concerned about the identity of the person who was arriving and not enough about the identity of the country that was receiving him.

Tonight I took a walk on the streets of Yverdon, Switzerland and stopped by one of my all-time favorite kebab haunts, Chez Alex. Alex is from Tunisia, he’s a Muslim, and a dear friend. He’s also adopted Swiss culture both in business and in lifestyle. Not fully of course; he can never depose himself of his past. But he has catered to his new country of habitation.

Likewise, I’m an American in Switzerland. But I don’t expect them to know English; I have learned (and am constantly learning) to speak French. I try and learn how they think, how they process, and what they appreciate.

Even standing beside a baggage conveyor belt in Zurich’s airport I couldn’t help notice that Swiss watches aren’t the only things that run with precision: the conveyor belt was silent!

But more profound than European leaders’ condemning of multiculturalism is God’s stance on it:

Surely you will summon nations you know not, and nations that do not know you will hasten to you, because of the LORD your God, the Holy One of Israel, for he has endowed you with splendor.

Isaiah 55:5

Throughout scripture, God defines nations. They are named. Identified. Particular. And he is the God of the unique and the original. That’s because he loves what makes nations rare. In fact, I propose that he invented their specific qualities. Not even they can lay claim to that. After all, he is Creator.

So the problem with catering to a minority within a nation in order to change its identity (as explored with regard to wealth in my recent post on allowing a minority to trump a majority) is that changing a nation’s DNA is actually anti-God.

It may sound strange, but I felt God’s delight when I recorded our new CD “Heaven Meets Earth” in French. Not because I was producing yet another worship CD that glorifies Jesus–which surely can’t be discounted–but because I was taking the time and making the effort to cater to 40 francophone nations that are close to his heart. I’m serving those people by creating something for them that’s easy to assimilate. I am the minority, serving the majority.

I love the multi-ethnic qualities of America. But as people have long-argued, I want you to learn English, know what a cheeseburger is, and at least pick a favorite baseball team just because they’re there. I want you to understand that we dream of the impossible, see the unknown as a frontiers to pioneer, and we’re loud because the cowboy never really left us. Those are things unique to America and our culture, and I don’t apologize for them.

But more, I don’t want people to learn those things to make me happy; I want people to learn those things in order to preserve a nation that God established.

Because he’s the God of culture. And there is so much mysterious beauty to discover in his inventions.

I feel him smile when I embrace someone with great gusto in Spain, or start “on the minute” in a Swiss meeting, or use chopsticks when a fork would be so much easier, or salute a Polish grandfather with a glass of his prized vodka, or wail like a wild man while among the Zulu in the Drakensberg mountains of South Africa.

If he wanted us to all have the same culture, he would have made us all the same. But we’re unique.

Why?

Because his nature is too large and extravagant to reflect through just one earthy culture. You need all of us to understand his heart. The quizzical, the loud, the foodies, the pensive, the jubilant, the artisans, the analytical, the carefree, the stoic, the hardworking, the peculiar, the emotional, the broken, the cunning, the shrewd, the loving.

And only then, in seeing the collage of the unique, can we begin to understand the culture of the divine.

ch:

GATHERING: Last night’s youth meeting in Echallens, Switzerland.

WAITING: On the tracks off Platform 4 in Zurich.

THK Episode 2

Episode 2 is here!

Eva gets a snow day (also known as “lightening”), Luik spills his soup, and Judah continues to find numerous ways to bring chaos not only to the house in general, but to his siblings.

Again, Jennifer and I are so blessed that you’re enjoying this new venture, and we’re thrilled to be sharing part of our family life with you. We hope that is promotes life, family, and God’s crazy love for children.

Pass it on!

ch:

Where the Sidewalk Begins

Where in the world is Christopher today?

For those who’ve been asking, and for those who haven’t, I’m headed to Yverdon, Switzerland once more. Jennifer has reluctantly decided to stay behind this trip, due to a few stressful travels situations and H4. It was a hard call, but the right call. But I feel very incomplete without her already.

I’ll be teaching at the YWAM School of Worship, as well has speaking and leading worship at numerous meetings during the week. Stay tuned for updates here; or follow me on Twitter for more moment-by-moment updates. And as always, thanks for the prayers.

ch:

Where Are the Rich Christians?

Or better yet, where are the rich Christians with a positive Biblical perspective?

I was reading through one of Matthew Paul Turner’s recent posts while sitting at the airport today, and found myself not only agreeing with him, but citing numerous occasions of my own where wealthy Christians in places of authority had hijacked legitimate ministry endeavors, in effect terminating them by withdrawing their “support.” Ever had any of those?

So how does it happen?

Easy. Their minority view about an extreme Biblical perspective held greater sway because of their money than the majority view who lacked money.

Granted, I’ve also had wealthy people generously give toward endeavors that we couldn’t have done without them. But those occurrences are far fewer. And that’s kinda’ my point.

From time to time people ask me why I’m involved in so many activities, many of which are purely to make money. And I make no apologies for that. The answer is simple:

I want to support a majority with my money, and build the Kingdom.

It seems complainers get all the attention. The grumblers. The whiners. They berate pastors, harm relationships, discourage participation, and betray alliances. They also tend not to be givers, even if they’re rich. And if they are, their funds come with a lot of “contingencies.”

From the beginning, Jennifer and I decided that we would be givers. That we would always give more of our time, talent, and treasure than we took in. Because we believe that was Jesus’ prolific example. That, and we wanted to give in order to empower a majority with our wealth, not disempower them on account of our random opinions. It’s also interesting how often Jesus talks about money, and how he directly compares faithfulness with it (and it’s increase) to the abilities to steward entire cities.

How you use your money now is exactly how you’ll use your money should you become rich. And God basis much of his plans to prosper you on what you’re complaining about. Or on what you’re not.

ch:

The Hopper Kids Debut

Jennifer and I believe in family.

We believe in it because God made it.

And it’s supposed to be fun.

So here’s our small contribution to promoting one of life’s best inventions.

We give you our new YouTube series: The Hopper Kids.

ch:

Snow Day Pics


Over the past week we’ve had record snowfalls, and more snow on the ground than I can remember since moving here in 2005. We’ve canceled Wednesday night church services two weeks in a row, and Eva now has a working knowledge of seeing school cancelations online. I woke up today to even more snow and thought it was a good time for some pics. Next time, I’ll wear snow pants as I’m uploading these in my boxers. Wet jeans. ch:

MAKING TRACKS: I didn’t realize just how much snow was in our yard until I stepped into it. And it was even with my belt. I laughed.

DON’T MIND ME: Eva dawned her snow gear and immediately fell down, just in time for me to snap a pic.

FOLLOW ME: The trail we’ve been nursing for the last week now looks like a run to an arctic observatory. Just add rope.

CHAINS ONLY: We tend to gauge or snow fall by how much of the swing set is showing. This morning set a new record. (And this was in a drift trough, too).

TIME OUT: Luik decided to follow my footprints to a place where I was shooting. He got tired out and leaned over for a little rest.

STRANDED: Jenny flung a stray Cozy Coup into the driveway last night. Found it like this at dawn.

WHERE’D YOU GO?: Our CUV (Child Utility Vehicle) got some snow on its ears.

HIP DEEP HOUSE: Luik emerges from the warmth of our nest.

BLANKET ANYONE?: The snowman the kids made got scared and threw a blanket over his head.

SNOW GRILL: For all my Aussie friends: a pic of the barbie, situated on the leeward side of the house (aka where the least amount of snow falls).

New Life “Two Services” Video

For a great read on why we’re going to two services, and why we’d like even more, read I Hate People here.

It’s always a challenge to be creative on the fly. And even more so when your own standards of excellence are high.

Last night New Life’s Board decided to bump up our March 20th move to two services on a Sunday to March 6th. As a result, that meant that advertising for the church-wide change has to start this coming Sunday.

[Breathe].

So this morning I grabbed the Canon T2i, my trusty 18-200mm, Manfrotto tripod, three Dibor students, and one staff member. We set up in LIFEtown using the ambient light from two windows combined with the ceiling fluorescents (no time to set up the light rig). Props were two cube footstools.

We talked through the idea first, centering around the two cubes representing the available space for a given service time, laughed over different ideas, then blocked out each half of the skit. I shot two takes of the first half (up until Costa’s “bright idea”), and two takes of the second half.

I did a quick import directly from the SD card into my MacBook Pro, then cut up the clips in iMovie. Then in GarageBand I edited a sound track using stock, royalty-free loops and dropped it in. I left enough black space for typography, then exported as .mov file.

From there I added all the text in AfterEffects, made a simple grunge frame for some spice in PhotoShop, and rendered. The result is a fun little spot under 60 seconds which lets our church family know about the change. Total work time including a lunch break, bathroom break, and two impromptu meetings?

3 hours, 50 minutes.

ch:

The Two Service Deal from Grandath Films on Vimeo.

Don’t Save It. Shoot It.

My final post of the productivity series got delayed due to our rather big announcement (followed by a slightly less big French announcement), so thanks for your patience.

So let’s be honest. I’m not the only hoarder out here. Am I? Go ahead. Raise your hand. (I’m watching, you know).

But so much of the stuff we collect (or that gravitates toward us) is cool. Or memorable. Or meaningful. Because we attach memories to it. When we touch it, we feel connected to a past we cherish. A moment.

But let’s face it: how many times have you actually pulled that thing out–whether it’s a collection of things or just a single prized thing–and looked at it? And for how long? If you’re like me, probably not very often, and probably not for very long.

So what’s the value in it? The answer is–unless it’s a sacred family heirloom–not much.

That’s because the real value is in you.

It’s within our own memories that things acquire meaning. And stuff, on the other hand, is very much expendable.

You don’t own things, things own you.

-Brad Ringer

Shoot It

My iPhone is glued to me. I almost feel naked without it anymore. Not because I like it (oh, it’s super cool, but sometimes I wish I wasn’t so dependent on it), but because of how much it actually does for me.

One particular day I was fed up with how much junk was in a certain section of my basement, taken up by cool old bottles I’d somehow deemed valuable along the way. Then the thought entered my head, “What am I ever going to do with these? And where would I display them? And who would care?” That’s when I decided to chuck them. But before I did, I remembered my iPhone.

And I took a picture of each of them.

Suddenly I realized their value was in my head, and the picture would stir that memory just as much as holding it. But without the physical space they’d take up. That section of my basement was purged, and I was free.

Likewise, when people are handing out copies of meeting notes, if they can’t email them to me I just take pictures of them on my iPhone and hand back the packet (to their astonishment). Because realistically those notes are just going to sit in my office and take up space; what I really need is to reference them later, a task much better suited for a digital image stored on my hard drive.

The pic above is of a conference promo card I got in the mail last week. I liked one of the design elements and wanted to save it for future reference. But rather than take up more valuable space in an already full morgue art file, I snapped a pic of it.

So what things in your life could you live with a picture of instead of the real thing? Tell us the juicy details below. I know, I know: it might be hard. But the sense of relief you’ll feel after throwing out all those things might just be worth the price (and then some). ch:

#HME In French

Bonjour!

For those of you who remember watching the Swiss Recap Reel, I just received my first few copies of “Le Ciel Touche La Terre” in the mail yesterday.

Wow.

In all honesty, I got blessed by my own CD–a rare happening as you get pretty sick and tired of hearing the songs over and over. But hearing it in French was like listening to a whole new record. And further still, I think a number of the songs were meant for French, and sound (and mean) so much more. There’s simply a different anointing.

And for a guy that is quite comfortable singing in his native language (American*), I am pretty blown away with how well Jennifer and I sound in French. Not because we do, mind you. That would be pretty pious (and stretching the truth). But because of how the production team made us sound. From translators to vocal coaches to producers, this team truly made a silk purse out of a sow’s ear. Well, not Jennifer. But certainly me. [Oink, oink]

We could not have done it without: Sylvain, Line, Marie-Elise (Momma), Gaby, Andy, Rolf, Stephan, and the Freymond Children & extended family.

So if you’d like to purchase a copy of your very own–direct from Switzerland–you can visit either sam-music.com or Net Reflet.

Merci! ch:

*Sorry, couldn’t help myself. If you didn’t notice a difference, go back to school.

It’s Not What You Say…

From Jennifer Hopper

…it’s how you say it.

-To Christopher with love from Jennifer.

(Left on my side of the sink in our bathroom).

ch: