Feb 27 2012
One Little Hat Meets One Little Girl

Once upon a time... a woman named Rebecca listened to a radio station.

She heard someone talking about God, and how God loves little kids, and how God loves the poor, and the vulnerable, and little ones who have hard lives ahead of them, in hard places.  In God's Kingdom, little ones like that are royalty!  Rebecca heard she could do something, seemingly small, that would show a little one, in one of the hardest places in the world, how God feels about her:  She could knit a hat!

And Rebecca cared.  So she taught herself how to knit.  And she made a hat, her only hat, and wrote a note, and sent it away.

And do you know what happened to that hat?

That hat went in an envelope!  And into the mail!  And into a truck! And across the country! And into a suitcase! And onto a plane!  And the plane flew far, far away, even over the North Pole, and went to the other side of the world!   

And it went into a hospital, and into a sunny room in that hospital, where a little girl sat on a bed.

And that hat went on her head.  It went onto Haseba's little head.

And Haseba's own mom heard why Rebecca made that hat - that very beautiful hat!: Because Rebecca knows how much God loves little girls like Haseba, and how God loves the poor, and the vulnerable, and the little ones who have hard lives ahead of them, in hard places.  

And thanks to a certain woman named Rebecca, who somehow knew just how important a certain little girl is in God's Kingdom, today, little Haseba got her knitted crown.




Feb 20 2012
The Things I Kill

So I killed this thing.

A right nice lady gave me a right nice plant for my office...and I done kilt it.  It was real tall, and lush, and green, and full, and beautiful, and I gave it the ol' Extreme Makeover, Neglect Edition, and turned it into a krusty brown pile of detritus in a pot.

I didn't know where to throw it out.  So, after I killed the plant, I put the pot formerly known as "plant" out on the veranda, which is a commons area for all the organizations in our building.  That way, no one would know who abandoned the pot-o-nothing.  I'm a class act.

The radio studio shared a wall with the veranda.  I looked out the window during the show one morning and noticed this prim, middle-aged, bookish lady -- someone I still haven't met -- watering the dead plant.  Naive, but, you know, sweet.  But mostly naive. 

She came out and did this every single day.  I'd be on the air, notice some movement to my right, out the window, and there she was, watering and trimming the dead plant.

And then the dead plant, which Brant Hansen killed, started growing.  The dang thing started shooting up green.  It grew and grew, and she kept trimming it, too, here and there.  She kept watering. 

One morning, I looked out and marvelled:  That plant that I, Brant Hansen, personally killed, was now more beautiful than when I had it in my office.  It was back, better than ever.  Glowing healthy!  And it occurred to me...

I could take my plant back now!

It would look great it my office!  I'll just go snag it sometime when no one's out there, and bring it back in -- you know, liven up the office for the me-meister!

And I mentioned this to my wife, Carolyn.  She said it wouldn't be right to take the plant back.  She said it wasn't mine anymore. 

She said that lady redeemed it, so it's hers now.

Feb 17 2012
Why are Young Christians Leaving the Church?

Here's a conversation with David Kinnamon, author of You Lost Me, addressing the disconnect between American consumer-church culture and many young believers.

Click HERE to listen!