Brett Michaels and Beth Moore

In my big hair days, I went to many concerts.  Most of them in the hard rock genre.  Poison, Aerosmith, Motley Crue...you get the idea.  Most of the concerts were general admission and tickets were only about $18, so we who lived from ramen noodle to ramen noodle could afford to go. It was a fantastic time.
My best friend and I had a method for getting up to the stage and we were certain that Slash and Vince made eye contact. Ahhh.....the good old days. Now that method was to look for gaps in the crowd particularly within groups of guys and then shimmy right through. If it was a tough crowd you might need to use an elbow on occasion.

This weekend I had opportunity to attend a Beth Moore conference with about 10,000 other women. I never would have believed those skills would be necessary in a group of Christian women but I kid you not,  the desire to be up close and personal with Beth was apparently enough to cause a few women to lose their religion. There was pushing and shoving and even  a few line breakers. One woman fainted?? as her husband stood near holding her purse and looking quite nonplussed. Fortunately, she was okay and immediately escorted inside to a seat---front row center stage. You tell me was it for real?

My sister, Tammy, and my daughter, Leah,  and I got there really early and secured a spot first in line at one of the entrances. After we had been standing in wait for three and a half hours, one woman had the audacity to maneuver her way up and try to get in before us.  As she engaged the person who would be taking our tickets in conversation, she planted herself firmly to our right with the intention of going in first.  Being that I have experience in that type of behavior I recognized it straight away and stood in front of her, both elbows out making comments that she no doubt could hear. She was wrong but I was too. Neither of us exhibited the attitude of Christ. Beth managed to inspire and excite in spite of us.

Now you might be asking yourself what on earth can this have to do with Brett Michaels. Well, when we got back from the conference I read about his brain hemorrhage and saw that he was in critical condition. I hated it because I've always enjoyed his music. Sometimes my train of thought jumps from track to track and this was one of those times. I started thinking about the Poison concert specifically and the number of people who were and still are so enthralled by his celebrity. So instead of just saying "aww that's too bad"  I began to pray for him and hope that this would be the beginning of something wonderful for him, that a near death experience would bring him to know the Father and Son and to glorify His name. Can you imagine the testimony his life would be.