Help Wanted!

Join author and speaker Bill Delvaux as he shares about the separation of our hearts and minds. DIVIDED the book is currently available at 2 for $20 at the store on the website. Get yours today. And start the journey...for yourself and for those you love.

I really need your help. If you are interested in hearing why, read on...

I have been divided about Divided. This is no silly pun. As I mentioned in the blog last week, so much of being an author today is about promoting yourself, getting your message out, growing your platform. Since the book released last month, I have felt divided. In my head, I knew this was a necessary part of being an author, but in my heart, I felt a messy stew of hidden agendas and old lies percolating. 

In promoting the book, my old ache for fame became easily tangled with my longing for affirmation. Throw in my fear of failure, and I then became driven to succeed. Whatever language I used about the reality of Jesus was divorced from these pulls in my heart. Theology and psychology were sundered once again with neither side winning. Sadly, this is the story for much of my life, feeling pulled in opposite directions. Paul admitted the same dilemma: "I do not do the good I want to do" (Rom. 7:19).

Ironically, the breakthrough came when we were shooting footage for the promotional video above. I was driving to the Natchez Trace bridge, intrigued by the prospect of using a drone camera to capture my bike ride across it. But as I thought about the book, my intrigue unexpectedly turned into anger. I got angry over how much misery the divide between my head and heart has caused, how much life it has stolen from me. Then I got angrier as I thought about the misery it has caused in so many lives I know.  

I told the videographer about my anger, and it felt good to go here, angry over evil and sin and tragedy. No longer was this about me or affirmation or failure or fame. All that seemed trivial, even inane. This was about planting the Kingdom of God into the hearts of others so that they become whole and holy. I want to fight for that, and I know the book Divided can be a real help in the fight. Ironically (again), it was anger that joined head and heart back together.

So here's the deal: I need your help. Would you fight with me? Here are three simple things you can do:

  1. Share this video on social media or email and invite others to watch and then share it.
  2. Inform leaders you know about the book and video. 
  3. Take advantage of the 2 for $20 deal on the website store and give the second book to a friend. 
  4. Share the audio introduction to the book.

Whatever you do, enjoy the video. Thanks to Jim Cook, the videographer, and David Huffman, my book agent, for putting it together. It's amazing (especially the drone camera shots!).

And thanks for your help.



The Silence Is Where the Action Is

It happened again last week. It was powerful, transforming, beautiful. Here are the ingredients: a few men and 20 minutes of silence. Doesn’t sound like much, does it? I know. I used to think that powerful and transforming meant big and loud. Now I know better.

The silence is where the action is.

It’s where God shows up if we just allow Him to.

I have been on a remarkable journey of learning to listen to God. One of my core wounds as a young man was having no coach or mentor, feeling that I was not worth anyone’s time, that I had nothing special inside to offer. A number of years ago, as I was reading Scripture one morning, I heard God gently whisper, “Do you want me to coach you?” He put His finger right on the wound with such tenderness. With tears coming down my face I just remember telling Him, “Yes, I would love for you to.” Since that time, I have been learning how to receive His personal coaching.

It usually comes (but not always) as I open my Bible, write out Scripture, journal, and simply listen. Often He just encourages me, but at other times, He challenges me or asks me a pointed question. It’s what any good coach would do. I feel valued, treasured, guided. I no longer feel like I have to figure everything out on my own. 

It’s powerful, transforming, beautiful.

But all of that is multiplied exponentially when I gather a few men, give them some Scripture, and ask them to be silent, listening for His voice. When we come back together, what they share stuns me. I see the Father coaching them also, speaking into their hearts. Sometimes tears are shed. Sometimes frustration is vented. At other times we validate or clarify what the other men share.

It’s powerful, transforming, beautiful.

Today, I have a huge event happening, an open house book signing for this new book. In the past, I would have been anxious, afraid that no one would show up, frantically trying to make it all happen. But this morning, I awoke, pushed all those old voices away, and just sat in the silence with the Scriptures. He encouraged me and reminded me that this is about His kingdom, not about me. It’s what I needed to hear.

What do you need from God today? You may not know until you stop and be silent.

Remember, that's where the action is.




The True Confessions of Being An Author

I used to think that being an author was a golden trophy, coveted by many, achieved by few. It marked one out as being special, worthy of attention. I viewed authors much the same way I viewed well-known musicians or actors. Then I became one. Suddenly the golden trophy mutated into a wooden idol.

Being an author has confronted me with more temptations, traps, disappointments, and confusions than I could have ever imagined. With the release of the second book Divided now comes the work of promotion. But is this about book promotion or self-promotion? Am I more passionate about the message of the Kingdom or the fame of the author? Sadly, the latter voice has felt so much more powerful.

But this issue is much larger than my experience. Anyone following Jesus will be confronted with this: ministers as they pastor their churches, executives as they lead their businesses, coaches as they coach their teams, even fathers and mothers as they parent their children. What are we after in all of this? Which has the stronger voice, our need to feel successful and affirmed? Or the need to submit, die, and obey Jesus, planting the seed of the Kingdom, watering it with our prayers and tears, and trusting Him for the harvest? To state it this way is already incriminating.

Two things have really helped me. First the conceptual. The need to feel successful and worthwhile is completely legitimate, but totally insatiable. To follow our hearts blindly here is to be led into a life of manipulation and misery. The only thing that is ultimately successful and worthwhile is the Kingdom of God. Everything else will fail and pass away, including my new book. To stake the value of our souls on anything but the Kingdom is to lean on a wall that will totter, collapse, and bury us.

The second is experiential. The release from my insatiable demand for approval and fame is not to bury the longing, but to take it to the One who alone can meet it. Once we feel the affirmation of Jesus, once we feel that He knows us, we can be unshackled from the terrible burden of demanding that from others. We already have the attention of the One whose voice alone matters.

So whatever our gifts or circumstances, Jesus calls us to get to work and expand His Kingdom until He comes. Then comes the real promotion: “You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Come and share your master’s happiness” (Matt. 25:21).

It’s the only promotion that matters.


Prayer: Jesus, the swirl of my fallen heart entraps me in so many places. I need to see You seeing me and know that You know me. Release me by the power of Your love to live for Your Kingdom, to the very end, whatever it costs.

Jesus: I understand your struggle. My truth will set you free. Keep looking up and in My eyes. There you will find all you need and more.




Why I Love Easter and Hate Public Prayer

Over the last decade or so, I have grown to love celebrating Easter and hate praying in public. That love/hate relationship collided on Sunday. Here’s the story.

First Easter. Why do I love it so much now? Perhaps it’s all the cultural baggage and insane busyness that weighs down Christmas. Perhaps it’s getting older and thinking more about death and resurrection. But I think the answer lies somewhere else. I have come to feel sharply the daily presence of Jesus, in all of His surprising playfulness and shrewd compassion. He is no longer the Lamb of God on the cross; He is the Lion of Judah on the loose. And if He came back from the dead, anything can happen.

Second, public prayer. Here’s why I hate it. From blessing the food to praying in the pulpit, I have been robotic and canned over the years. Instead of speaking out of my heart, I spoke prayers of what was expected of me, perhaps to please others or even impress them. It was my thickly clad religiosity that was on display, a religiosity that nearly suffocated me, not heart connection to a Father who yearns to wrestle with me. 

I grew to hate it all until the tragic death of a friend. Of all things, I was asked to pray at the funeral, leaving me uncomfortable and downright flummoxed. What was I to say to grieving, angry, confused mourners? Any religiosity would sound like a mockery on stage. Out of desperation, I asked Jesus for help right before the funeral. He gave me the idea of praying through Psalm 23, and then I heard this, “Just speak to Me." My response to Him was simply, “I can do that.”

And I did.

Yesterday at the Easter service, I was asked to read Scripture and pray. I didn’t even think about my uneasiness until driving to church. The Scripture reading was no problem, but prayer? I hated the thought of verbalizing religious platitudes to a large, expectant audience. That’s when I heard it again: “Just speak to Me.” My response again: “I can do that.”

And I did.

I sang my heart out with the music, read Matthew’s account of the resurrection, and then spoke to Jesus, the Lion of Judah on the loose.

Today, the day after Easter, He is still on the loose, always working, always wooing, always surprising. How is the Lion on the loose in your life?