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    By Jean S. Horner
    The other day while walking down a corridor in a public building, I saw what appeared to be someone walking toward me. On coming closer, I found it was my own reflection in a huge mirror. For a moment it frightened me. Somehow a full-length reflection of one’s self is a startling thing. ...




My Journey: I Met Jesus at a Rock Concert

By Dick Schroeder
May 23, 2010

Two months before graduating from Montana State University in Bozeman in 1973, I met Jesus at a Barry McGuire concert. Sound crazy? Up to the day it happened, I would have agreed. As an electrical engineering student, my focus was strictly materially based. I didn’t have or desire a spiritual life.

I was in high school in 1965 when McGuire’s protest song, “The Eve of Destruction,” topped the charts, making him one of my heroes. Now fast-forward to 1973. Two months from college graduation, I noticed posters advertising McGuire’s upcoming concert.  Having worked with the campus entertainment committee in bringing rock bands to campus, I pulled some strings and volunteered to be McGuire’s sound person. Perks included meeting the artist face to face.

I was setting up the sound equipment when Barry arrived. He warmly shook my hand, and for several minutes I had all of this celebrity’s attention.

“Dick, tell me about your life.”

Barry’s warm eyes captured my heart. No famous person ever had time for me, a lowly college student. That idyllic moment set me up for the most significant event of my life.

At 7 o’clock the legendary troubadour came to the microphone. In his gravelly voiced, string-breaking, foot-stomping style he belted out, “I don’t know what you came to do, but I came to praise the Lord.”

What? What album is that song on? I wondered.

Unknown to me, Barry had become a Christian in 1970. I still thought he was a rock ’n’ roll artist singing about “The Eve of Destruction.” For the next two hours, this world-class performer wove his music and life into the tapestry of a beautiful Christ-transformed man. While I was tweaking knobs at the sound table, Jesus personally invaded my life.

I was raised in a mainline church and grew up in an “Ozzie and Harriet” happy home. Although my parents took me to church, I could see no difference between my family and my neighbors. They exhibited high moral standards without going to church or claiming any kind of a faith. That confused me. I always thought Jesus was a good guy. I just had no understanding of how anyone who lived 2,000 years ago had anything to do with my life in the fast-paced 20th century.

Sitting at the sound table enjoying the concert, I suddenly saw Jesus standing in front of me. In awe, I was drawn to His glowing face. As I sat dumbfounded, Jesus simply pointed at me and spoke with majestic authority: “Dick, follow Me.” Instantly, all the futility and frustration I accumulated in my search for truth vanished. I took a spiritual shower in the blood of Jesus, scrubbing away my despair and hopelessness. I emerged with a new life purpose: I would follow Jesus.

After the concert, Barry walked off the stage, approached the sound table and surrounded me with a huge bear hug. In those days I was not into hugging men at all. But when he embraced me, something happened. I felt God the Father’s love imparted to me through that embrace.

The man who had introduced Barry at the concert was actually the Chi Alpha campus pastor. Afterwards, he introduced himself and invited me to their Wednesday night meetings. That was the beginning of a great relationship with Chi Alpha that has only grown in the subsequent years.

But the second life-changing moment for me came when I was filled with the Holy Spirit. That was in 1973 at First Assembly in Bozeman, my home church now for 37 years. To this day, I live with a passion to see people baptized in the Holy Spirit. I’ve prayed for hundreds of people over decades of ministry, and watched them joyfully receive this marvelous promise of the Father.

When I see someone baptized in the Holy Spirit, I want to be sure they get the teaching and the instruction needed to successfully walk in the gifts of the Spirit. My local church in Bozeman effectively modeled the spiritual gifts. That allowed me to observe and learn what the active expression of spiritual gifts looks like.

When people are filled with the Spirit, I invite them to sign up for free weekly e-mail lessons encouraging them to walk in the gifts of the Spirit. If you would like to receive them, sign up online at yougottheholyspirit.com.

My hope is to help people function in the gifts of the Spirit that enhance and validate our witness for Jesus. And I have a team of people who help me answer e-mailed questions. I receive around 30 responses per week from people asking questions. Some write telling of a fresh experience they’ve just had.

“Dick, I tried it! At my job, I prayed for a co-worker, and he got healed!”

In my opinion, too many Pentecostal believers don’t express the gifts of the Spirit. The apostle Paul says we’re to eagerly desire spiritual gifts. So, we have to do our part by volunteering for service, saying, “Lord, use me; I’m available.” Then when the Lord speaks, instantly obey.

How about you? Have you met Jesus? Have you been baptized in the Holy Spirit? Are you sharing your spiritual gifts?


DICK SCHROEDER served as Chi Alpha campus pastor at Montana State University for 30 years and now mentors Chi Alpha leaders nationally. He teaches seminars on the Holy Spirit.

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