Posted 10/17/03
CYBERCOLUMN:
Good news
By John Duncan
I am sitting here under the old oak tree, wondering about good news. The Romans spoke of good news as glad tidings. Jesus came preaching the good news. Everybody likes to hear good news.
The year was 1967. Good news was hard to find. The U.S. State Department announced that 5,008 Americans were killed in 1966 during the Vietnam War. Protesters marched the streets for peace. Lyndon Johnson served as president while trying to work through he upheaval of Vietnam on the American psyche. Families anguished as loved ones were missing in action. A fire broke out in Apollo 1, killing three men. Racial segregation and prejudice caused a whirlpool stir in society at large. The Cold War froze international politics. The poet Langston Hughes died in 1967, too, forever leaving an imprint of dreams for good news as a wishful thinking in his own thoughts: “What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?”
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| John Duncan |
Good news faded in 1967, but the news kept coming. The Beatles sang “Penny Lane” on the radio. Katherine Hepburn had Hollywood abuzz in “Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner?” Vince Lombardi’s Green Bay Packers won the first Super Bowl. Mickey Mantle hit his 500th homerun. A gallon of milk cost $1.15; bread, 22 cents; gas, 28 cents; and a postage stamp, 5 cents. Christian Barnard performed the first heart transplant in Cape Town, South Africa. “Andy Griffith” and “I Love Lucy” greeted the television airwaves as two popular shows. Oh, for the return of Mayberry and laughter.
In churches and camps across the South, good news of a different sort suddenly began to spread. Bob Oldenburg and friends from Broadman Press began to write music from an office in Nashville, Tenn. The times begged for good news. The times called for action. The tumultuous times invited Christian action. The times called for “Good News,” one of the first youth musicals written for young people and for the church.
Words began to flow from a ready writer, Bob Oldenburg, the writer and composer of many of the songs: “Good News is the way of living, Good news is the way of giving. Good news says come on, get with it; Good news says wake up and live it!” The musical score followed, and the theme of God’s good news began to take shape in musical pizzazz: We’re Gonna Change This Land!
Just the other day, I sat with Bob Oldenburg on his back porch. He sat in his wheel chair. I rocked in a curved rocking chair. I looked beyond the porch on the hill in Granbury where his house sits overlooking the picturesque lake. I listened as Bob shared with me how he wrote the words in 1967 and how young people sang “Good News” in 1968.
Bob’s gleaming eyes peered at me, then drifted at a distance as if he were watching in his cinema mind a video clip of yesterday. He looked at me again and talked.
“The music had a beat, youth music with a beat, and the young people loved it,” Bob shared with excitement. Never wanting to take any credit for himself or away from another, Bob explained how the music was “led by the Lord and God’s own hand.”
Bob wove stories of how the kids loved the music, how the good news spread, and how a group of young people sang with guitars at Glorieta, N.M., and in churches on Sunday nights.
“The music struck a chord with kids, but with adults the music was controversial,“ Bob added, almost as if he were hearing the rhythm of the music in his head.
I had heard Bob say on another occasion that one pastor said, “We’ll have none of this music in our church!” He stopped the good news. In another church, a deacon unplugged the guitar. Controversy swirled in Baptist circles long before Amy Grant was singing “My Father’s Eyes” and long before the Michael W. Smith worship music was played in churches as it is today with keyboards, electric guitars and electronic drums.
Good news upsets the apple cart at times.
Good news upset the Pharisees so much in Jesus’ day that they wanted Jesus killed.
Death in 1967 had been in the news because of the Vietnam War, and, to my knowledge, no death threats were made against Bob Oldenburg’s life for writing “Good News” and bringing controversy to the church of that day. However, real, genuine, life-changing good news touched the hearts of many who both sang and heard the good news of Jesus’ gospel set to electrifying music.
This was not hymns and anthems for choral production, but rather Elvis’ cousin had come to the church in the form of a church musical with rock-n-roll, or at least, news about Jesus the Rock with a little roll.
Bob’s eyes moistened as he talked about salvation. “One college student explained how Christ came into his heart after the singing of ‘Good News.’”
“Come Alive,” one song shouted. The young man came alive with Christ. Jesus made him a new creature. The scene repeated itself countless times as young people invited Christ into their hearts. Who knows what might have happened in the church where the pastor stopped the music or where the deacon unplugged the guitar?
I asked Bob, “What did you feel and think as you wrote ‘Good News’?”
He quickly responded, “The only life worth living is the Christ life.” He then quoted Galatians 2:20, “I am crucified with Christ, nevertheless not I, but Christ lives in me.”
I looked beyond the porch. The wind rippled Lake Granbury. The sun made the lake sparkle. Leaves flowed green, yellow and red on trees surrounding the lake. I looked at Bob, sitting in his wheelchair, eyes watery, body frail as a board easy to bend because of cancer’s merciless decay, and saw that gleam in his eye.
Today, as Bob whispers about final things in the grand finale of his life and recalls yesterday and struggles through each day while anticipating the pain and joy of tomorrow, I know Bob’s heart overflows with good news. He longs for home.
In my mind, I hear the Apostle Paul as I see Bob, “Therefore, we do not lose heart, but though our outer man is decaying, yet our inner man is being renewed day by day” (2 Corinthians 4:16). I hear Paul, but suddenly a tune, a “Good News” tune with words, Bob’s own words, begin to rattle in my brain:
“I have a home with love all around, mine it will always be, There mother love and sweet tender care come as a blessing rare;
“Dad always gives the help that I need, but what of it all,
“If it is not getting through?
“This is my land with freedom for all, mine it will always be, Here liberty and justice for all comes as a blessing rare;
“Mine to enjoy and mine to protect, but what of it all,
“If it is not getting through?
“He is my Lord, my Master and King, mine He will always be, Freedom from guilt and freedom from death come as my blessings now;
“Unending joy and abundant life, but what of it all,
“If it is not getting through?”
For Bob Oldenburg, soulful saint of the good news and faithful servant of the living Christ, the gospel has gotten through to him. His life stands as a testimony of faith. As one wise sage once said, “No test, no testimony.”
Bob faces the test of life and death, yet smiles in the joy of Christ’s abundance as he awaits his home with love all around. His faith lives on! His testimony sings! God’s Good News echoes into eternity.
And so this is life: Cold wars and dreams that dry up like raisins in the sun and “Penny Lane” and “Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner?” and “I Love Lucy” and guitars and leaves changing fall colors and a wind ripple in the lake and laughter and dripping tears—and a smile full of good news!
John Duncan is pastor of Lakeside Baptist Church in Granbury, Texas, and the writer of numerous articles in various journals and magazines.