Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Addison Road "Hope Now" Music Video

Written by Jenny from Addison Rd

The other night my parents husband and I went to a concert at the Heights Church-my brother got us free tickets. He's pretty cool. ;) THANK YOU JEFFY!!!
I want to tell you how it happened...but Jenny Simmons does that better on her blog:

5.23.2010
5,000 Feet Above Dallas

Ever heard of Prescott, Arizona? Yea, me neither. It sits two hours outside of Phoenix, nestled in the mountains, 5,000 feet above Dallas. And from what I can tell, I'm sorry Chicago, but it is the windy city. I've never seen wind so fierce or birds so brave. Every time one takes off, the mother in me hurts for the poor stupid bird. They don't make it very long, but they sure do try. I guess even animals have to test their boundaries.
Back to Prescott... it is beautiful here and the people are particularly kind and hard working. The rugged west is growing on me.
Last weekend at the SeaWorld San Antonio show I met a group of guys (and one gal) who just finished basic training at Lackland Air Force Base. They stood up front through the whole show and made me nervous. Are they here because they like the music? Or will they, at any minute, die laughing? Nine years in and I still battle the voices of insecurity. But they just looked so stinkin' intimidating with their crew cuts and reserved, respectful mannerisms that I wasn't sure what to make of them. They stayed for the entire show. And when we ended with the song Hope Now, they linked arms and sang it together. One guy had tears running down his face. They waited in line forever, and of course I have a special love for military people, so I gave them as many hugs as I could :)
As I started talking to some of them they told me about boot camp and how they'd go back to their barracks each night and listen to Hope Now. They told me about their families and where they were going to be stationed. And as they started to walk off the last guy came up and asked if I would sign his program for his mom. He had been waiting patiently, quietly, for everyone else to go. He told me his mom was a huge fan of our music and had always wanted to see us in concert. I asked if she was at the show and he told me she didn't live around here, but that this would make her day. He said he hoped one day she'd be able to see a concert because it would mean a lot to her. "Where does she live?" I asked him. "Arizona." "We just played a show there last weekend outside of Phoenix! Bummer. I think we are playing there again soon, but I'm not sure where." "Well most shows are in Phoenix, but she lives in Prescott." Prescott. I've seen that name. I know I have. "Hold on." I went and found Richard (our new drummer) at the merchandise table and he looked up the show for the coming weekend. Prescott, Arizona. Sold out. I was so excited I almost fell over. My little heart was overflowing for happiness. Not because I was sooo happy that this person would get to come and see us in concert, as if I were blessing her with the gift of seeing Bono or The Beatles, but I was so happy that I could give Jeff something to give his mom. Because any guy who waits around for an hour to have you sign a CD for his mom living thousands of miles away, means he really loves his mom and longs to do something special for her. I ran back to the table and told him. "You're not going to believe this. Of all the places in the world we could be playing next weekend, we are playing in Prescott, Arizona. And your mom will be on my private guest list." Two hours outside of Phoenix, nestled in the mountains, 5,000 feet above Dallas and San Antonio. His mom wrote me that evening. I've highlighted the parts that made my heart soar: "Hi, I am Myra H., mother to a very excited Airman Jeff H., stationed at Lackland AFB in San Antonio. He told us you were in concert at Sea World San Antonio today and that something very special happened when he talked to you. What a huge blessing and answer to my prayers of the last few days. Jeff did not know of my prayers to be able to go see your concert at the Heights Church in Prescott . To tell you the truth, I was planning to bug the snot out of KGCB’s morning crew Steve and Dave when they have the contest starting Monday morning for the tickets to the concert. I am on leave of absence from work due to a recent surgery, so money is a bit tight right now. I have been praying, asking PAPA GOD if the contest was the way for my husband and myself to go to the concert that He would make a way. And then we get the call from Jeff this afternoon. WOW is all I can say." This story reminds me that the Holy Spirit is real. To me, that was not just a lucky, random conversation. I was tired. It had been a long day. The military guys were at the end of the line... the line that I assumed had been cut off already. I was slightly annoyed that there were still more people... I was so tired. I was ready to go and take care of Annie. But something moved inside of me and I felt such love for this group of guys who had been singing their hearts out. And something about this one guy pulled me in. I felt the urge to talk to him. That urge, I believe, is what the Christian church calls the Holy Spirit. The part of God that is alive and active and moving inside of our hearts and our lives. Calling out to us in that still small whisper. Speaking to us. Moving us. Prodding us. Convicting us. And moving our spirits to take care of and love those around us. Looking back, I didn't know it was God. I just felt the desire to talk to this guy. If it were me, I would've gone backstage. But in that moment, it wasn't me. It was God putting a different thought into my heart. I truly believe the Holy Spirit put this desire in my heart to have a conversation with Jeff. I believe it with everything inside of me. Not fate. Not chance. Not a random coincidence. But God himself who loves his children and longs to give us the desires of our hearts. There was a reason. And that reason was to answer the prayers of Myra; a mom recovering from surgery, tight on money, touched by our music, and praying quietly to her God that he would help her win a contest so she could spend a night listening to music that uplifts her soul. And God answered.
(Myra and David will be our special guests tonight at the Tenth Ave. North, Addison Road concert. We bought her flowers. :) Posted by jen at 5:30 PM)

Before the concert someone had brought flowers and randomly put then on the stage... I don't know why...but I knew right away those flowers were for my mom. God likes to bless in every way possible, even in the little things that give us joy. Thank you Jenny for allowing God to use you as an instrument to give my mom joy.

Jeff and Jenny at SeaWorld. I will put a picture of my mom and Jenny up later!