The Absolute Coolest Birthday EVER

For anyone who missed the news, in April, my favorite musician, Cutter Gage, played a concert at my church on Saturday, the sixth, and led worship at service on Sunday, the seventh. Also, Sunday just happened to be my 16th birthday.

Wait a second. That didn’t sound quite right. Let me try again.


There, that’s more like it. Oh, and another thing.


Okay, I’ll get on with my story now. So, where did this all start? Where did I find out about Cutter, anyway? The simple answer is this: Twitter. But how did I find him on Twitter? That, I don’t remember. I didn’t even realize that he was a musician until October 4th of last year. When I found that out, I thought “Oh, why not check out his music? I’m running out of stuff to listen to, anyway.” So, I went to Youtube, found his channel, and clicked on the first song I saw. Then I listened to the next one…and the next one…and the next one. Before I really even realized it, I had listened to all his music. I was, honestly, shocked. Not only was the music REALLY good, I could listen to the words and think of a time in my own life when I had felt like he had.

I started talking to Cutter on Twitter. He seemed like a pretty nice guy. After a few weeks of communicating on Twitter and listening to his music, I started thinking how awesome it would be to meet him. But, I continually laughed myself out of the idea. “He lives in Kansas! Why on earth would he come here?” I would ask myself. The answer to that why was not long in coming.

To be perfectly honest, it was a hashtag that started it all. #Mention10PeopleYouWantToMeet. The first person that popped into my head? You guessed it: Cutter Gage. After I tweeted it, I waited with agitated excitement for his response. What would he say? “Not a chance?” “In your dreams?” “#YouWish!?” Yeah, I know that’s being terribly dramatic, but keep in mind, I was nervous.

As you can probably guess by the fact that he did come, none of these were his response. It was quite the opposite. “Hopefully I can come lead worship at your church sometime!”

To say that I was excited would be a huge understatement. For hours, I couldn’t sit still. I alternated between dancing around the house, smiling like the Joker, and shouting “AW YEEAH!” I know you’re probably thinking, “Have you no shame?!” Not when I’m home alone.

Just when my initial excitement was starting to fade, my mom got home from work. I can only imagine what I looked and sounded like to her. I rambled on about the awesomeness that had occurred while she was gone. When I eventually stopped talking, I knew. “That’s nice that he said that.” That’s what she said, but I knew that it meant so much more than that. It meant “Well, that’s nice that he told you that, but don’t get your hopes up. There’s just no way this would work out.” I left it alone, for a few days. During that time, I did the only thing I could do: I prayed.

The more I prayed about it, the more convinced I became. This was going to happen. So, that’s what I told my mom. She just smiled and said, “Message him on Facebook and ask what fees he charges.”

Drat. That was the last thing I’d wanted to hear. Honestly, I thought that, if we looked at those figures, it wouldn’t add up. But, there was no way I was letting it go that easily. So I messaged him, being the excited, early riser that I was, at 5:30 the next morning. He replied that same day, and his answer completely blew me away. This was his fee: airfare. That’s it. Just the $500 to get him here and back home. Of course, he also needed food and a place to stay, but, really, who doesn’t?

Fast forward the next few months, since there’s not much that I can tell. All I can really say is that GOD IS AWESOME and, just six months after the idea was born, Cutter Gage flew all the way from Kansas City, Missouri to Pasco, Washington. I didn’t think that there was any way that I could be more excited. Oh boy, was I ever wrong.

I’ve always loved concerts, but this was a whole different experience than I was used to. It’s one thing to pay $20 to watch a band that you like, performing on a stage behind a gate that separates you from them. You may get to meet them, if you’re lucky, but the chances are slim.

It was a completely different feeling to help make it all happen. To have a musician whose music has impacted my life hugely, playing the songs I could relate with so much, at my own church. It was so much better than any concert I could ever go to.

I was just starting to get over how amazing the concert had been. And then there was church service the next day. I’m not sure how to accurately describe how incredibly cool THAT was, so, if you don’t mind, I’m not even going to try.

As I mentioned before, I had the privilege of singing with him, and that was just AWESOME. The song was “How He Loves” by David Crowder.

Coincidence? After thinking about it a lot, I think not. It fit the whole situation too perfectly for that.

I mean, think about it. What are the chances that some girl from a small town would randomly discover a musician/worship leader via Twitter, and, shortly after, have him (sort of) volunteer to come halfway across the country to lead worship at her church?

And that’s not all.

What are the chances that all he would ask for his time was for this church to pay to get him down there and back home, and to get him a place to sleep and food to eat?

Oh, and then there’s my favorite.

What are the chances that the weekend he comes down just happens to be her birthday weekend, and that the day she gets to sing with him, her favorite musician, is her birthday?

What are the chances? What are the odds?

“And oh, how He loves us so.”

“Jesus looked at them and said, ‘With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.'” Matthew 19:26 (NIV)

Thank You, God, for making a way for it to happen. Thank you, Cutter Gage, for coming. And thank you both for being awesome!


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