Crossover Contemporary Christian Candy

10 MP3 Songs
GOSPEL: Contemporary Gospel, KIDS/FAMILY: Children's Pop



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MESSENGER
copyright 2005 Donald K. Lefevra

CD DESCRIPTION

CROSSOVER CONTEMPORARY CHRISTIAN CANDY!
This CD is loaded with several varieties of Crossover Contemporary Christian Candy that is sweet to the ear, satisfying to your music tooth, full of energy for your soul and at zero calories! It sounds great --- more filling and addictive. Hungry for more? The CD platter awaits your sampling!

BIO

The story that you are about to read is true. It all started when a 13 year old girl (my grandmother) ran away from home and married an ill-tempered alcoholic Belgian immigrant. This volatile marriage produced three sons, my father being the youngest. With no father around (his parents divorced), he was the constant subject of abuse by his two older brothers. Because of this, and being raised in a single parent home, he was left to bear the curse of my grandfather.

Like father, like son. That was me to the core. I, too, grew up in the uncertainty of a broken home --- my father was married not once, but three times in the span of ten years. Reaching adolescence was the least of my worries. I was already involved in shoplifting, burglary, lying, cheating, and sex. All I wanted to be was ânormalâ --- like other kids and their âLeave It to Beaverâ families. I was becoming the very thing that I had vowed never to become --- like my father! Little did I know that I, too, was in the grip of my grandfatherâs curse.

You are probably asking yourself, âWhat does this have to do with songwriting?â My dad had a phobia about why bad things always seemed to happen to him. He trusted no one. So he was always suspicious of the answers that I gave him after I got into trouble. If he didnât believe what I said, he would say, âTell me another story!â So, like an obliging kid, Iâd tell him âanother story!â This scenario would repeat itself until I ran out of stories to tell. Eventually, I would come back full circle to the truth. Then he was satisfied. So, at an early age I was honing in on my skills as a songwriter! HA! HA!

My situation at home was constant turmoil. I inherited three stepsisters from my fatherâs third marriage, making a grand total of five sisters and NO HELP! Needless to say, trouble always followed us home; so we were grounded most of the time. I would read library books (two or three a week) and would listen to a crystal radio set. That radio became my escape hatch. All I had to do was put on the headphones and the fighting and turmoil would fade away.

Music was a soothing bandage for my wounded spirit. I idolized those whose music touched my heart. I felt something within my being that was crying out to be born! It was music, but I didnât know a thing about music. The only music instruction that I ever had was in the fifth grade. Even then, I tried to take a âshort cutâ and cheated on the final exam. That ended any chance that I had, to play in any school band, present or future. I was barred for life, but that did not stop me from playing an instrument! The guitar was âmy thingâ and I learned to mimic sounds of other guitar music by listening to it over and over again. I taught myself to play by ear after first failing to use my fingers (old musicianâs joke).

I also liked jokes and good stories. I enjoyed telling them to any audience that would listen. I still maintain the reputation of being a funny man and incorporate humor into everything I do, whenever possible.

In all fairness, I canât blame my dad or my grandfather for my actions. I had enough religious training to know right from wrong. My hang-up was that I was doing the things that I shouldnât do, but not doing the things that I knew I should do. My âJekyll and Hydeâ behavior was chasing away my family and my friends. That made me angry, and I hated myself.

The turning point, for me, came out of a small, hillside country church where the love of God flowed like sweet honey in the rock. That particular Sunday, the Spirit of God was so overwhelming that all I could do was weep. I wept non-stop through the whole service. I wept so much that my tears soaked into my childrenâs hair as I held them close to me. My silent weeping turned into uncontrolled sobbing. I didnât know why, but I was unraveling --- fast. Two men ushered me out of the service into an adjoining room. They asked me what was wrong. In between sobs, I told them that I didnât want to lose Jesus.

âBrother, why would you think that?â one man asked.

âBecause of the things that Iâve done,â I answered somewhat embarrassed.

Then he explained, âBrother, you havenât done anything that any of us havenât already done.â

âBut not like me!â I countered back. He proceeded to tell me that in Godâs eyes there are no big sins or little sins --- sin is sin! Everyone has sinned!

(Say what? All these years I believed that no one was as bad as me! Only to find out that everyone sins? Including everybody that attends this church!?!)

âBut what about all the bad things that Iâve done?â I asked him.

He reached out his hand and gently lifted up my chin so that I would look him in the eye and asked me if I had asked God to forgive me of all those bad things.

âYes,â I replied.

âDo you believe that He has forgiven you?â he added.

I shook my head yes.

âThen itâs time that you forgive yourself.â . . . As the truth of his words sunk in, I felt as if a heavy weight had been lifted off me. I felt a peace that I could not explain. I knew in my heart that the curse that had come from my dad, and his dad, was broken. I was free at last!