Resisting Squishy Pot Syndrome

by Jennifer Hopper

[PHOTOS BY: JENNIFER HOPPER]

No, I’m not about to reveal the secrets of curing soggy marijuana leaves. (Hippies).

This week I had the joy of speaking for a YWAM School of Worship in Yverdon. Pictured here with my dear friend and translator Sylvain Freymond (also one of Switzerland’s most beloved worship leaders and songwriters), I shared on accessing God’s heart of creativity and principles of group leadership. Teaching in this format – a pair of two-hour classes each day – is something I look forward to, and something I’ve become good at.

But I wasn’t always good at it.

Ten years ago I was asked to teach eight-hours a day for five days straight in northern France. I was scared. Mortified would be a better word. I compiled the notes of every sermon I’d ever preached and scribbled countless reminders of sermons I’d heard preached growing up. I thought for sure that I’d share everything I’d ever learned in first two-hour block.

Back then I was a nervous wreck. Today I’m thrilled for the opportunity.

That’s because some of the greatest joys in my life have only recently been discovered.

That may not seem like a very meaningful statement, but given the fact that our culture largely broadcasts what you should be enjoying right now, waiting for things is hardly status quo, nor is the process of building long-term expectation.

Have sex now. Make lots of money now. Be popular now. Get what you want now. Don’t wait. And if you do wait, you’re missing out on everything. 

But acting prematurely has some serious side-affects.

A pot that decides it should be filled with water before it’s fired in a kiln becomes a pile of watery clay by the end of the day. No matter how ready it thinks it is, the potter knows the vessel is simply incapable of fulfilling its purpose without engaging in the process of development.

Sure, I should have been happy with the opportunity to preach for a week ten years ago – and to a certain extent I was – but it wasn’t enjoyable. I needed time, coaching, and experience before I was truly ready to look at the invitation and discover the joy of doing it.

Becoming a husband and father has been much the same process. Oh, how I argued with God countless times, telling him I was ready for marriage, pleading (and pushing) for my spouse to be revealed. But he knew the vessel needed to be fired. And to a certain extent, I’m still being fired.

God is never late and he’s rarely early. He knows what he’s doing, and he will not be held hostage by pop culture or our adolescent demands.

Just remember that some of the greatest, most enjoyable moments in your life have yet to arrive. Recognizing the process is just as much a part of the arrival helps steady our impatience and temper the steel of our expectations.

Plus, being a squishy heap of soggy clay is downright embarrassing. Get fired and be useful long-term. ch:

Somewhere Over Frink Park

Jennifer and I had a wonderful evening leading worship at Frink Park in Clayton, NY last night. Joseph Gilchrist sat in on drums, and his brother Daniel on bass.

With a huge storm front moving in from the south, we decided to start early as there was already a good amount of people seated. We asked the Lord to hold off the rain, then told the audience we’d play as long as we could.

After more than an hour of playing, the dark sky loomed overhead. I turned to Jenny and asked her to sing one last song. She picked our favorite: Somewhere Over the Rainbow.

Just as she started the bridge, she pointed up behind the audience and said, “I just want everyone to know there’s a giant rainbow up there.” To all our amazement, right on cue, a rainbow appeared. As if God was reminding us once again of his promises, and heard our request to keep the rain off.

As we pulled out of Clayton with all the gear packed away, the storm hit. Hard.

I asked people to take pics and send them to me so I could make a collage and post it here. If you were there last night and see a photo you took, please leave a comment below so we know who you are and can give you props.

Thanks to all those who came out; we love playing for the hometown crowd. ch:

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Shock & Awe

Most pictures my wife takes catch me off guard. But the ones that do the most are the images that remind me how much God blessed me the day she became my wife.

Not quite sure how I have less hair and she gets more beautiful. But I definitely got the better end of the bargain.

Husbands, love your wives today. Wives, send your husband a picture* to remind him just how blessed he is. (*This could be dangerous). ch:

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Photo by Jennifer Hopper

My Best Friend

So many of my posts are about my kids. Let’s face it: they are a source of endless content.

But the most important person in my life next to Jesus is my wife, Jennifer. My bride. My best friend. My second Holy Spirit. My inspiration when I’m at my lowest, and my checks and balances when I’m aloft. I would be dead without her.

And as I was taking some pictures of her this morning to capture the last few weeks of her pregnancy, I was once again spellbound by her beauty, and awestruck at exactly how and why the Lord gave me such a perfect gift.

I love you, Jenny Lee. ch:


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:

How To make Your Wife Happy #139

Jennifer Hopper iPhone 4 Surprise

I know what all you men are thinking: “Where are ways #1-#138?”

Let’s just say this is a family friendly blog, not a “family making” blog.

Today we’ll cover Way #139: iPhone 4 Wonderment

Step One: Secretly plot to buy your wife a new iPhone 4 (or whatever generation is currently “in” at time of reading this article). Please note this may involve months of saving, and in the event that your wife keeps the books, accruing a stash of cash that she won’t notice*.

[*Refer to Anarchists Guide to Money Laundering for Dummies when necessary.]

Step Two: Make a stop to your fast food joint of choice to acquire a brown paper bag. Please note that you may wish to purchase food substances to ensure realistic grease spots and true-to-life fast food smell. For best results: Choose a night which your wife previously mentions** she wants to cook  a “big dinner.” The adjectives “large,” “fancy,” or “special,” may also be used; when “special” is used, it is suggested that all offspring are “conveniently” removed from the home as this particular surprise may merit merriment not suitable for anyone else but you and your wife.

[**Listening skills required.]

Christopher Hopper Brown Paper Bag

Step Three: Insert activated iPhone 4 into brown paper bag. For best results: Have AT&T activate phone as close to intended delivery as possible so iPhone is “user ready” when she removes it from the bag. This ensures maximum wonderment effect.

Step Four: OPTIONALAssume patent-pending “Fast Food Drink Cam Grip” (or simply FFDCG for short) to accurately record the surprise, and yet hide that fact that you’re doing so. Please note that perspiration on cup’s exterior may inhibit recording device’s functionality; it’s best to drain cup of liquid prior to recording.

Christopher Hopper Fast Food Drink Cam Grip

Step Five: Walk into house casually, faux-surprised at the “big dinner” she’s making and offer her a burger and fries. (Utilizing the FFDCG here only adds to the illusion that you’ve “forgotten” about dinner).

Step Six: Enjoy whatever happens next. Watch my experience below.

PS :: I love you, Jenny Lee. ch:

Creation Festival 2010 :: Recap

Creation Candlelight Service 2010

Christopher Hopper on fire

[Feeling the groove; photo by Jennifer Hopper]

when words get in the way:

How do you describe heaven?

Sure, how many people do you know who have been there and back, right? And of those few books by people who have claimed to visit it, do you really fully believe them? Not entirely.

My point is, how do you communicate something as awe-inspiring as eternity?

You don’t.

And the thing about heaven is, it’s billions of people, created beings, universes of creations worshiping Jesus. The very fact that they exist is worship to Him.

I think there are moments, glorious moments, here on earth where heaven touches down. Sometimes fleeting, sometimes grand. But divine at the core.

Perfect? No. But that’s the whole point, isn’t it? The divine co-mingling with something imperfect to make it glorious.

Christopher Hopper at Creation Fest 2010

[An abstract shot of me during our Late Night set; photo by Jennifer Hopper]

jamming the midnight oil:

Thursday night July 1st, Paul Rohling and I took center stage as the Late Night act. And you couldn’t keep the smiles off of either of our faces (except when we were focused on not messing up; see below). Those that ventured out for the midnight slot were granted a rare performance of material from our duet CD, as well as some new songs, and lots of spontaneous musings. To be sure, the air was electric, and we fed off it, going on musical tangents neither of us had ever explored before. No night would be complete without Erin and Jenny joining us with their sultry voices, and Jennifer dedicated “Somewhere Over The Rainbow” to Pastor Harry Thomas, Creation founder and president, for his birthday. We’ve never had such encouraging feedback from any set as we have with this one; even Harry was getting emails the following morning saying how much fun people had. No promises, but here’s to a repeat performance in 2011!

Paul Rohling at Creation Fest 2010

[Paul Rohling tearing it up on his acoustic during the Late Night set.]

Erin Rohling

[Erin Rohling singing a Barlow Girls song at our Late Night set; photo by Jennifer Hopper]

Christopher Hopper's pedals for Creation Fest 2010

[My pedals, set list, and iPhone; photo by Jennifer Hopper]

Paul Rohling going it solo

[Paul going it solo; photo by Jennifer Hopper]

Paul Rohling at Creation 2010 (3)

[Tearing it up on the Tele. I seriously don't know how his fingers move that fast; photo by Jennifer Hopper]

into the woods:

Two days later I had the distinct honor of addressing over 2,000 attendees from the secluded stage of “Woods 1.” I was quite surprised at just how many people actually showed up to my session, as it’s quite a hike into the forest. I shared on one of my “heart messages” entitled, “Born To Affect Culture.” We had lots of laughs, divine pauses, and even a boy’s bloody knee! (You had to be there). It’s one thing to play music for people, but it’s quite another to be responsible with the teaching and preaching of the Word. While it’s nothing new to me, I kept reminding myself, “Christopher, don’t mess this up.” Thanks, Jesus.

Christopher Hopper preaching at Creation 2010

[Gearing up to get my preach on; photo by Ethan Taylor]

Christopher Hopper preaching at Creation 2010 (2)

[It's all about focus; photo by Ethan Taylor]

Christopher Hopper in the Woods at Creation 2010

[Something about those woods; photo by Ethan Taylor]

worshiping with the remnant:

The majority of people head home on Saturday night after the main event. But a die-hard core of lingering music heads stays through the final night and helps pick up in the morning. And for them we held one last service. Miles McKee from Ireland gave a beautiful Gospel message; no matter how many times I hear about Jesus’ sacrifice, it never gets old…and certainly not in an Irish accent. For my part, I had the joy of leading the tent meeting in worship. It brought back many memories of tent meetings as a boy; something about the smell of canvas and grass does that.

Pastor Harry Thomas during Sunday Morning Service at Creation

[Pastor Harry Thomas during the Sunday Morning Service.]

seeing like the Father:

The Christian Music Industry. Say that and you’ll get a pretty broad range of responses, everything from, “I love K-LOVE!” to, “Bogus,” to, “It has it’s own industry?”

And I’ll admit it, I have my own biases. Even to the point where I question if such an industry should exist. (GodTube? Seriously?).

But there was one common thread I witnessed that literally transformed my attitude entirely. Harry Thomas.

No matter who was on stage, you could find Harry watching on, bopping, lifting his hands, singing along. At first I was stunned. Really? I mean, here’s a guy who is the cross between Jesus (on the inside) and Santa Clause (on the outside). If you don’t love the guy you have serious issues. But more than twice my age (love you, Harry), he’s the last guy you’d expect to be dancing to Skillet stage-right.

And then it struck me. He’s wasn’t looking at them, judging how much or how little of Jesus they had, or how strong their ministry was, or even how successful they were making the customers’ experience. He was latching on to whatever looked like Jesus and celebrating it.

And I realized just how much like the Father that is.

Paul’s defining words, “I rejoice that Christ is preached,” seemed to echo in the air (Philippians 1:15-18).

God doesn’t look at us and cheer for us only when we’re 90% “in” to Him; He looks for anything that pleases Him–even if it’s 1% of our lives–and celebrates it.

Standing there, I realize just how judgmental of a human being I am, especially toward the Christian world at times.

Convicted.

Inspired.

So I started dancing with him.

[Jonathan Chu of Skillet playing us a private warm-up solo backstage right just before their set. I was blown away.]

Paul & Erin Rohling at Creation 2010

[Paul & Erin taking a stroll up the hill.]

singing with the masses:

The release of one area of my life lead to joy in countless others. And isn’t that just like God?

After watching Harry, I was free.

I’m not saying we don’t need to have healthy dialog on the state of things. I’m not saying we don’t need to grow and challenge each other to be better. But I am saying that being delivered of the need to be right, and then look for and celebrate whatever Jesus we see in people, transforms our ability to walk in tremendous joy.

And in freedom the presence of the Holy Spirit snuck up on me.

During the candlelight service as tens of thousands of candles were passed out to an entire hillside of worshipers, Pastor Harry shared on not hiding our light but allowing it shine on the hillside. And this time, it wasn’t figurative. I still feel like my Canon couldn’t do the scene justice. At first I was simply in awe of the spectacle; but as as we all began to sing, God showed up. And it hit me.

This is a glimpse of what heaven will be like.

Majestic.

Imitate.

Memorable.

ch:

Pastor Harry Thomas at Creation Candlelight Service

[Pastor Harry Thomas leading the candlelight service]

Camera Man at Creation

[You hardly notice them, but without them what would we see?]

Skillet pyro at Creation 2010

[Pyro for Skillet during the final night. Yeah. It was hot.]

Toby Mac's set list at Creation 2010

[I love looking at other people's set lists. This one was Toby Mac's backstage.]

Creation Festival East 2010

Most times in ministry, if you’re trained right, you go out of your way to honor people. No matter what. It’s what Jesus did. No reward other than His smile. No kickback other than a hand on your shoulder saying, “Good job, son.” When you’re in my line of work, especially if you “have a name” that people recognize (which is mainly my kids because I change their diapers, my church because they change mine, and the very few conferences I frequent because they help me buy diapers), people think it’s all glory. 10% maybe. The other 90% is doing things no one will ever see. The “grunge,” as my daddy calls it. I think it’s that way with every profession, passion, or hobby. Even raising kids. Even being a friend. 90% grunge, 10% glory. (Thanks Daddy Hopper).

But every now and then God finds a way to just mess with you. He goes out of His way to go over the top. To make you speechless.

The next four days will be that for me.

First, I got asked to play with Paul Rohling and my beautiful bride, Jennifer, at Creation, on the bill for tomorrow night. Pretty much freaked me out right. (Meet us at the Late Night Stage in the tent at 12-midnight!). My dad was a part of the very first festival back when it was called “Jesus” in the early 70′s. I never thought I’d be performing at it almost 40 years later.

Honored.

Understatement.

But then, president and now friend, Harry Thomas asked me to speak at 3pm on Saturday. Speak. At Creation. Uh, OK Harry. No problem. How do you say no to someone who is Jesus on the inside and Santa Clause on the outside?

Double honored.

“Oh, and would you be willing to lead worship for the final service on Sunday morning?”

Let me check my Eight Ball. Never mind, it just blew up. Sure.

The funniest part it, I haven’t really been thinking about it. Not up until right now as I’m writing this post. No, I’m not trying to be a prima donna. I’m serious. Maybe because I’m in denial? Maybe because I’m so busy I only take one 12-hour chunk at a time? Or, in the words of my good friend, Kelly Stone, who always manages to keep me humble and yet still remind me of my assignment, “You were born for this; it’s just another day…” Because in the end, it’s not about the music.

It never was.

It’s about the Listener.

If you’re coming out, please make sure to come say hi! And if you’re not, say hi right here in the comments! Oh, and @loswhit, I’m going to finally meet you so my wife can stop hearing me talk about one of my few unmet bromances.

Speaking of diapers, I think I need to change mine now. ch:

Leaving for Scotland…

ch-ichat-logo.png …and I’m trying not to whip out a claymore and starting screaming “Freedom!” as soon as I land. Please keep Jennifer and I in your prayers during this next week of ministry. We’re very expectant about what the Lord is going to do for His glory! We’ll be with a wonderful church in Dalkeith, Scotland for a week of meetings followed by five days at an undisclosed location for our first vacation in five years. We’re stoked.

Thanks for all your prayers while we’re on the road, especially with us being away from our kids.

Blessings!

CH

Weekend Update

ch-ichat-logo.png It’s been a whirlwind weekend for Jennifer and I. Starting with the public school assembly at Indian River last Thursday, we’ve been on the road non-stop, speaking and leading worship everyday.

Friday afternoon we set up again at Thousand Island’s auditorium, this time presenting for the Middle School. After hearing of the enthusiasm and success of our presentation for the High School, Principal Debra Percy requested me to share for her students.

Christopher at TI I was the guest speaker for a very special assembly, one hallmarking the lives of Olympic athletes who overcame obstacles to achieve their dreams (no, I’m not an Olympian!). The students studied competitors from many different nations, culminating in a flag ceremony. This assembly also centered around their new reading program, one in which medals are awarded to students for how many books they read during the year (25, 35 and more!). I shared my own middle school woes of being marked as a "slow reader," a title that clung to me through the end of high school and kept me from ever reading my assigned books. After high school I was prompted by my friend, Jordan Sandquist, to read a Stephen Lawhead trilogy (The Song of Albion ), an act that would not only awaken the love of reading, but fuel my desire to write.

Many thanks Mrs. Percy to all the marvelous middle school students at TI!

As soon as the assembly was over, Jennifer and I rushed off to Niagara Falls, NY for our fourth annual appearance at the Regeneration Girls Retreat, hosted this year by St. James Jennifer at regeneration United Methodist Church. And I say "our appearance" lightly, as this one is really all Jennifer’s show; I’m just along for moral and musical support. You can check in with her site shortly as she’s drafting a re-cap of the weekend for all those who attended. Needless to say, it was the most powerful Regeneration yet, full of Jennifer’s worship leading, messages from Sherri McCready , and culminating in an awe-inspiring recreation of the Tabernacle.

Sunday morning I had the privilege of preaching at St. James for both the contemporary early service as well as the later traditional service. Jennifer lead more beautiful worship for both services. Our hosts, Rev. John Cooke and his saintly wife, Char, prepared a huge lasagna lunch and then sent us on our way in food comas (quite dangerous, actually).

On Saturday morning before the morning session I was having my coffee, sitting on the Cooke’s couch looking out their living room window. Their church sits directly in front of their house, and also in the shadow of Niagara Falls High School, the largest school in all of western NY. I began to stare at it, a looming monolith over four stories high, looking more like a modern factory or office building than a school. I’ve had the opportunity of sharing at the school’s Bible Club in years past and have performed many times on its stage. But sitting there I was impressed by how the brick church and the school seemed to overlap–how they almost seemed to be beckoning to one another; the school asking the church for help, the church offering its connection to the divine.

St. James and Niagara Falls High And in that moment the Lord reaffirmed the direction He’s taking us: we must reach the schools.

The State, even the private sector, has done us a great favor by gathering all the youth of our nation together 5 days out of every week in central locations across the country. For the Church to miss this imperative opportunity would be a travesty of the grandest kind, detrimental to the fate of our country as well as the individual souls of our children.

I thought the picture above said it better than I could.

We’re now picking up our little babies outside of Rochester and preparing to head back to beautiful northern New York. Spring is here and the work of the Lord is before us all, calling us to action.

"But the people who know their God will display strength and take action."

Daniel 11:32

Thanks for reading!

CH