Jesus Told Me…

…to share this with all of you.


Radio DJ (24)We’re Caleb and Hillarie, and this is our show. If you have preconceived ideas of what a “Christian” radio show should be, it’s very possible this one won’t be for you. We’re not even sure what a “Christian Radio Show” is, any more than we know what a Christian Butcher, Baker, or Candlestick-Maker is.
The fact of the matter is, we’re just two Christians who happen to have a radio morning show and seek to bring our Creator glory by doing our very best at it. Simple as that.
So, before you start listening on a regular basis, give this a gander:

1. First off, we’re glad you’re here! THANK YOU for listening, for being engaged enough to actually read this, and for generally being a solid representation of humanity. Radio stations don’t exist without listeners, and we value each and every one of you.

2. We love the music. We hope you will too! We also hope you’ll realize that not every song has to match your personal tastes. We’ll play oldies, we’ll play currents, we’ll play lots of new music, and we’ll probably play something that rubs you the wrong way at some point. When that happens, we hope you’ll have the grace to shrug and say, “Well, if they’re playing this somebody must like it.” And you’ll be right!

3. We love Jesus. We’re going to talk about Him. But we’re not your church, and we never want to be. If you’re substituting Christian radio for the fellowship, engagement, and accountability of a body of believers, you’re missing God’s directive. We’re here to come alongside your church, not take its place. What you’ll hear here are the genuine thoughts, contemplations, struggles, and recently revealed truths in our lives and personal walk with Christ. If you want gift-wrapped devotional platitudes, we’re probably not your show, or your station. And we’re fine with that. We strive to be authentic, which means…

4. We’re going to talk about LOTS of other stuff. We serve a God that gave us a vast capacity for joy, and an immense creation to explore. Jesus said that He came that we might have life, and have it to the full (John 10:10). We want our conversation to evidence the joy (and humor!) of the life we live. You see, if God cares about our daily life, why would we pretend it doesn’t exist and only speak about “spiritual” things? He cares about kids that stay up all night, fender-benders, diaper mishaps, walking into doors because you’re not paying attention, dogs and cats (maybe), birthday parties, planting a garden, seeing a movie, laughing at a joke, and on and on. So we’re going to talk about all of that, and a lot more. This show is about life, and there’s no need to create a dichotomy between “sacred” and “secular” if you believe that EVERYTHING we do in life is for His glory! (1 Cor. 10:31).

5. We love kids. And we very much want them to listen! We want this to be a place where your children are welcomed, engaged, entertained, and encouraged. If we’re failing in this area, we want you to let us know. However, don’t expect us to dumb things down. Our children do not have the “Holy Spirit Jr.” and we’re going to be spiritually straightforward with them, just like you’re instructed to do in your home. We hope we’re aiding and abetting your parenting for His glory!

6. We think radio should be FUN, and we hope you’ll have fun listening to us. There’s no need to be stolid and starched in this medium. We want to be authentic, entertaining, and joyful. We hope you’ll give our show an honest try for a couple weeks, and after that, if it’s still not for you…well, we’re okay with that, and we know you will be too.

This is morning radio. It’s freewheeling, at times off-the-cuff, rollicking, good-timing stuff, and it’s different every single day. Welcome to the ride.

Soli Deo Gloria

Mercy = Merry

I wrote this for our station’s January “InTune” issue, but, knowing that it may be edited and condensed, here it is full-length:

During our “60 Ways in 60 Days” campaign, we asked you to match our business sponsors’ donations to Feed My People Food Bank, perhaps by giving up some of life’s little luxuries in order to provide for those struggling with its basic necessities. Through God’s gracious provision we gd-shep-giving-hands-greyreached our goal, and Feed My People sent truckloads of food to local pantries in Turtle Lake, Chippewa Falls, Eau Claire, Elk Mound, Mondovi, and Strum!

Thank you to our eleven generous sponsors: Bush and Gilles Furniture, Culver’s of Lake Hallie and Folsom Street, Economy Furniture, Heritage Senior Living, Home Oasis Pools and Spas, King’s Way Bible and Gift, North Central Insulation, South Lake Motors and RV, Stockman’s Farm Supply and More, Time Federal Savings Bank, and Winn Family Dentistry, and thank you to all of you for your generous matching gifts!

While helping unload the trucks, I heard stories: elementary-age children who were beyond excited when their backpack was filled with food and they knew they would be able to cook a meal for their younger siblings. A young mother with a husband in the military, transferred away from the security of family and suddenly unable to make ends meet.

Before this campaign began, my prayer was simply this: “Lord, let it be useful.” In the past, I’ve found myself hoping for expressions of gratitude, for pantry directors to tell me what a huge change and impact was made by this campaign I orchestrated. I wanted to feel good about myself. Funny how our heart’s selfishness never really goes away.

This year, my gracious Heavenly Father taught me that all I really need is Him. What gift could be better than His? He spared me from what I deserve. He gave me everything I didn’t.

Mercy makes for a Merry Christmas. The King is born. Love has come. God Himself is with us.

Our joy in giving is found not in gratitude for our generosity, but rather in the One whose Ultimate Gift our giving reflects. I needed to remember that this Christmas. Perhaps you did too.

Finding joy in the Giver,


Why I’m Thankful

Time for a bit of Thanksgiving introspection. There are, of course, a litany of reasons for thankfulness which should by no means be limited to a solitary Thursday in November, but, in keeping with custom, I’ll select an aspect of life for which I’m most grateful and share it. Was that circuitous enough a route for you? Anyway, here we go:

This year, I’m thankful for Fatherhood.

It began with change, as do so many of the telling moments of our existence. A year and a half ago, I said “I do” and gained a beautiful wife and a darling daughter. Eight months ago I witnessed the amazing, as my not-so-little son entered the world.

With these changes came even more, both financial and physical. Stress has increased. Sleep has decreased. It goes with the territory. Increasingly, however, I am aware of how what I see as difficulties are actually opportunities for greater joy. And so…I am thankful.

I am thankful for more responsibility as a provider, because it has taught me to depend on His provision.

I am thankful for working more hours, because it has taught me the blessing of rest.

I am thankful for my schedule causing times of separation from my son and daughter, because it has taught me how incredible was the sacrifice God the Father made when His justice caused Him to turn His back on His Son, as the guilt of your sins and mine lay fully upon that Blameless One’s shoulders.

Yes, I am thankful. Full atonement has been made, for sweet little children and for struggling new dads. We stand together at the foot of the cross, grateful for the grace and marveling at the mercy.

Happy Thanksgiving, friends!





Is It Art?

…’cause I know it’s funny.

Le Gogh


We live in a world that is a lot more about self-esteem than God-esteem. Values matter little, participation trumps achievement. Marriage, church, relationships – they’re all about what you can do for me, and if you don’t meet my “needs,” I leave you. It comes as no surprise, then, that this same culture trumpets the “need” to always feel good about ourselves, even if it comes at others’ expense.Identity-in-Christ1-286x400

I was taught to revolt against those ideals, and am not afraid to say so. Philippians 2:4 backs me up. But I’ve been touched
recently by Andrew Peterson’s song “Be Kind to Yourself.” He wrote it for his daughter, who often struggles with perfectionism. At face value, I might pooh-pooh such a song, given it’s title, and say that it’s just another shallow, substance-less, esteem-boosting ballad; that it’s at best a pat-myself-on-the-back tune, and at worst straight-up selfish. But that would be nearsighted:

You got all that emotion that’s heaving like an ocean
And you’re drowning in a deep, dark well
I can hear it in your voice that if you only had a choice
You would rather be anyone else

I love you just the way that you are
I love the way He made your precious heart

Be kind to yourself
Be kind to yourself

I know it’s hard to hear it when that anger in your spirit
Is pointed like an arrow at your chest
When the voices in your mind are anything but kind
And you can’t believe your Father knows best

I love you just the way that you are
I love the way He’s shaping your heart

Be kind to yourself
Be kind to yourself

Andrew Peterson, “Be Kind to Yourself”

I’ve often struggled with perfectionism. I’ve tied my value to my grades, my looks, my athletic goals, my career achievements. No matter what my level of success or failure in each category, I continually found myself unsatisfied. I’m not going to say that when I was saved, this all changed. It’s been an uphill struggle. I want so badly to succeed, to achieve, and when I fall short I often wonder if  things would be different if God had spent just a bit more time on me.

Don’t believe the lies. This world is a continual deluge of messages that tell us how to dress, how to speak, what to drive, who to befriend, who to avoid, and on and on. In that haze of conformity, it’s easy to lose sight of who we are underneath. And when time or circumstance peels back the comforting layers, we’re left naked and confused.

We need to know we have value, but, far more importantly, we need to know why. Take art as an example. I could paint a beautiful landscape, and it would hardly fetch fifty bucks at auction. But a work by Monet, Manet, Renoir, or Degas? Millions.

Why? Because the value of the work comes from the renown of the artist. And friends, my Bible tells me that you were hand-knit together in your mother’s womb by the same hands that formed the sun, moon, and beautiful blanket of stars, the hands that cause the daily tides to rise and fall, that set time and space into perfect motion. The Creator of your universe hand-shaped you with that same artistry, care, and abiding love. That’s the artist who provides your worth.

I have one brother who dunks a basketball like an NBA player, and another who was born with spina bifida and struggles to walk unaided. Same Creator. Same value.

And for a Christian, it goes to a whole new level: When we are born, we are formed in His image. And when we are reborn, it is the beginning of the transformation into what we shall look like for eternity: His Son. The trials and glories of the flesh will be forgotten in the triumph of His radiance. “We shall be like Him, for we shall see Him as He is.” (1 John 3:2). Until that glorious moment comes, we are day by day molded and melded into the eternal image we will one day bear.

When I take pleasure in what God has created, I please Him. When I realize who I am in Christ, I am declaring His worth, not my own. I realize that my value is intrinsically bound up in His. And He doesn’t make mistakes.

I Might Need One of These…

I’m a work in progress when the Packers are playing.

football game


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