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Funny Girl
How comedian Chonda Pierce's faith and mom helped her survive the tough times and laugh again.
by Jane Johnson Struck

The only thing I can control are the memories we make as a family.

Chonda Pierce is center stage, and the 14,000 Women of Faith conferees at Chicago's United Center are loving it. This slender, blonde-haired dynamo with the Carolina twang starts singing her take-off on the Enjoli perfume jingle: "I can bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan but why should I bother when Domino's can? I'm a woman w-o-m-a-n." We roar. As her sassy, good-natured stand-up routine unfolds with perfect comic timing we laugh so hard tears spring to our eyes. Then Chonda segues to the tragedies that have shaped her perspective on life, and tears of a different sort flow.

It's astonishing anyone with a story like Chonda's would feel like laughing, much less help others laugh. Yet this spunky Christian comedian is equally at home performing at corporate events, the Grand Ole Opry, or Women of Faith conferences. Chonda's appeared on the Nashville Network's Music City Tonight and the 700 Club, and in crusades with the Billy Graham Evangelistic Team; she's toured with fellow comedian Mark Lowry on the Comic Belief Tour and is currently touring to promote her latest video/CD, Having a Girls' Nite Out (Myrrh), which captures her off-beat take on contemporary life. Chonda readily admits she's "living proof" that God works all things out for good.

"There's definitely healing in laughter, but I didn't think that up," says Chonda, whose latest book, It's Always Darkest Before the Fun Comes Up (Zondervan), was just released. "It says so in the Bible!"

Chonda would know. She grew up a Southern preacher's kid with elder siblings Michael, Charlotta, and baby sister Cheralyn. Being part of the ministry gave Chonda an insider's peek at church members' struggles. But her own family's secrets were kept under wraps as her father battled manic-depression and her mother, Virginia, diligently maintained the semblance of a normal, happy family. Then tragedy struck.

When Chonda was sixteen, twenty-year-old Charlotta was killed instantly in a head-on collision on a rainy highway. Soon after, Chonda's father abandoned the ministry, packed his suitcase, and left his wife and kids. Not long after Chonda, her mom, and fifteen-year-old Cheralyn attempted to put their lives back together (Michael had married and moved away), Cheralyn was diagnosed with leukemia and died a month later. In a matter of twenty-two months, a family of six was reduced to a family of two.

It was then Chonda's comedic streak evident since childhood took an unhealthy turn. Humor became her mask, her way of escaping pain and the God she'd given her life to as a child. During her final year of college, Chonda landed a job at Nashville's musical theme park, Opryland , USA, impersonating country great Minnie Pearl, honing her singing and comedic talents. But it wasn't until after she'd married her childhood sweetheart, David, now a college English professor, and gave birth to their firstborn, daughter Chera Kay, that Chonda finally made peace with God.

Tears spring to Chonda's eyes whenever she tells her story especially as she talks about the woman who never gave up on her, who prayed her through the tough years. Chonda's love and respect for her mother are undeniable, and their bond has been made even more precious in recent years as Virginia's battled breast cancer. At Chonda's cozy Tennessee home, which she shares with David, Chera Kay, now fourteen, and son Zachary, nine, Virginia graciously prepares her delicious spaghetti casserole. As we enjoy one of her mother's specialties, Chonda talks movingly about her childhood, loss and forgiveness, and the influence her mother's faith has had on her.

You'd be surprised at all the joyful things in life — if you train yourself to look for them.

When did you first learn your dad was manic-depressive?

I think I was about fourteen when I first heard the words manic-depression. It seemed to me that when my father took his medication or worked with a counselor to deal with his stress, he'd be okay. But then the church would experience a great growth spurt, or we'd take a family trip that rejuvenated him. Something euphoric would happen and he'd think, I'm feeling so good, I don't think I need to take this stuff anymore . After a couple months, the medication would be completely out of his system. That's when the mood swings would kick in.

I'm not saying God doesn't heal in response to our prayers. We prayed a lot . But the apostle Paul wrote that he'd become grateful for his thorn in the flesh because it was the very thing that kept him close to the Lord. And I've decided, oddly enough, that maybe this was our thorn in the flesh something to keep our whole family clinging to Christ.

What happened when he was off medication?

My father would become emotionally and verbally abusive to family members. But he was more abusive, I think, to himself. For example, he had a gun, and many nights he'd kiss us good-night and tell us this was the night he was going to put himself out of his misery so we could all be happy.

I can't imagine the terror of living with that.

I remember getting off a school bus and wondering what it was going to be like when I got home. Either Dad would be in a great mood and we'd all go fishing, or he'd be a basket case. And Mamma, bless her heart, would be in the kitchen trying to cook his favorite meal and do whatever she could do to pull him out of it.

If only we'd fully understood it was a physical problem. But we fell into the trap of thinking it was spiritual. Unfortunately, sometimes in the church there's a stigma attached to depression. We equate it with spiritual need, but sometimes it's nothing more than a physical need, the same as if your body needs insulin.

How did this affect your family?

My mother played the role of the perfect pastor's wife, mother, and homemaker. She realized that since she couldn't fix things, she would just try to survive. Besides, she had made a vow "in sickness and in health." She worked overtime to make sure our eyes remained on Jesus, not Dad, not nosy church ladies, not even on her just Jesus.

One of the ways I coped with Dad's problems was by being the jester. I've always been something of a ham, even as a kid. I guess I felt that if I could only get Dad to laugh, or goof off, or get his mind off it, maybe I could fix him.

When Charlotta died, I tried providing a little comic relief by boisterously objecting to God's will for our family. That's when my humor started becoming confused, muddled.

You mean sarcastic?

Oh, man, I became the queen of that.

I remember standing across from Cheralyn's grave at the burial, looking at my mother, and saying, "We're dropping like flies!" That was my way of dealing with it. But Mother knew I laughed the hardest when I hurt the most.

That first Christmas without Charlotta, we tried to figure out if we should hang up her stocking or not. We made the decision to hang it. I can't remember when we finally stopped.

The first Christmas we didn't have Cheralyn, I remember walking into the living room of our one-bedroom apartment—it was just my mother and me and seeing my stocking hanging there all by itself. This is the pits , I thought. Things could not be any worse .

But, of course my mother said, "I think it's the prettiest stocking in the world!" That's my mother determined to celebrate life, not concentrate on death. She reminded me I was still alive.

But it's not easy to celebrate when you're grieving

Yeah, there are no magical words for people in the throes of grief. I used to hear "Time always heals" a lot . But my take on that saying is that it's baloney. Time doesn't heal all things; it's what God does during that time that brings the healing. Time may ease the pain—but the pain's still there. You've got to spend the time wisely.

You seem to have had every reason to say, "Hey, God, what gives? Here we are serving you, and this is how you treat us?"

Well, let's be realistic. I probably said that once or twice!

What kept you from totally giving up on God?

I have to admit, I've thought, I have every excuse . But I do know that as imperfect as my family was, I grew up knowing about the Lord. Even in all our storms and struggles and bad times, there was still that little foundation, that little piece of light. And you can't get away from it. I know; I tried.

However, I always knew my mother was praying for me, and it would drive me nuts! When I attended a secular university, I was probably the furthest I've ever been from the Lord. I was the life of the party trying to drown out what was going on in my heart.

I remember one late night after a party when I was riding down the road in my old beat-up Chevette with the broken radio, singing songs as I drove along. And all I could think of were songs like "Amazing Grace." It made me so mad!

You see, you can't drown that stuff out. And that's what I tell parents: Your kids may stray, but they can't get away from what they pick up around your dinner table or family devotions or church services. And that's one of the sweetest promises in God's Word.

What turned you around?

When you become the life of the party to drown out what you need to face, then there's a problem. That's what I did for a long time. I even used my role as Minnie Pearl at the Opryland theme park—four forty-five-minute shows a day as a defense mechanism to keep me from feeling.

I remember standing backstage at the Opry one night, and Minnie Pearl was there. She told me this old story that one of the announcers of the Opry told her a long time ago: "You got to love the audience, and they'll love you back." Then she said, "I want to make this more personal. You'll never really know what laughter is all about until you make peace with God and love him first."

Well, in my state of mind, I thought, My mother told you to say that! It sounded just like something my mother would say. I was at such a searching place in my life, but I finally realized that was what was wrong with me I wasn't seeking to know God, I was trying hard to forget him!

Not long after that, after the birth of my daughter, Chera Kay, I was at my day job working in a music publisher's office when I heard a song about God's love called "The Saving Kind." After I heard it, I went in the bathroom, literally sick to my stomach. Of course, as a comedian, I see the humor in these things. I thought, This has got to really crack God up. I've been in the church all my life. I've heard altar calls all my life, and I rededicate my life to God in the john! But my mother taught me there's no time like the present to get your life right with Christ.

Do you feel as though you've had to forgive God?

You know what I finally figured out? God didn't do any of those things to me. He's done a lot for me. He didn't look down from heaven and say, "Okay, I'm going to do this to her and that to her to mold her character." No.

But here's what happens: You get on a highway and drive a little too fast when it's rainy. And one of the laws of nature God created long before he created you or me inertia says that if you go 60 mph and hit a puddle, you might slide into the path of an oncoming car and get killed in the collision. God could reach down and stop it and occasionally he does. But sometimes life just happens. When I quit blaming God for everything, as funny as it sounds, it let him off the hook. And it let me off the hook of trying to find somebody to blame for everything.

Stuff happens. But what we do with that stuff is up to us. It's either going to destroy us, or we turn it around to help somebody coming up the road. God doesn't force us; the choice is ours.

How did you learn to trust God again?

One day I wrote out Proverbs 3:5-6 "Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight" on a large piece of paper. I cut out each phrase, then rearranged them on my bathroom mirror, putting "In all your ways acknowledge him" first. Then I placed "Lean not on your own understanding," followed by "Trust in the Lord."

I know that's not how it's written, but the first thing I needed to do was focus on glorifying God. Then I chose not to lean on what I can't understand. I can't fathom why this happened to our family; I don't know why people die. I don't know why children starve in Africa. So I leaned not on my own understanding.

When I acknowledged him and leaned not on what I couldn't understand, I started developing this trust.

What have you taught your kids about God?

David and I make God a Person at our table, not something we just haphazardly pray to. Christ is a vital part of our family life. We pull him into almost every conversation. And I do that because I saw my mother do that.

I know I can't be there for my kids all the time. I can't know how their minds are working or what they're going through every minute of the day. The only thing I can control are the memories we make. We have family devotions before we eat. I allow them to hear and see me pray. I let them hear me apologize for things I've messed up on. We work at being real with our kids.

I'm so fortunate that in a job that's so inconsistent I could be gone three days and home six or gone a week and home twenty the Lord sent me the perfect mate who loves to be home. David's a writer; he works in a room upstairs. I'm so fortunate that the four walls of this house rarely change, whether I'm here or not. I try to keep the same consistent things surrounding them. And that's probably from my childhood of not knowing how it was going to be at home.

Are you and David very different?

We are night and day. Although, let me tell you, he's much funnier than I am. He has a real dry wit.

David and I grew up together. We met when we were sixteen. I loved him then, and I love him now so much more now. I didn't know anything about love when I was sixteen.

It doesn't mean I don't know his faults, and he certainly knows mine. But we have an investment together a commitment. David met my father two days before he left. He met Charlotta once at a youth choir event, but he was very, very close to my little sister, Cheralyn. We share that. When I grieve and go to the cemetery to see Cheralyn's marker, it affects David, too. He's been through all kinds of things with me, and that's an incredible history something you don't throw away just because you've hit a rocky spot in your relationship.

Do you keep in touch with your father?

No  but that's okay, really. When my father divorced my mother, I never heard much from his side of the family ever again. That bothered me for a long time. I'm the first to admit I certainly didn't handle my anger and frustration very well. I was an eighteen-year-old loud-mouthed, smart-aleck kid and I let everybody know it. So whatever relationship we tried to have, I did my share of making it difficult.

But did your father ever say anything such as, "I'm sorry for what I did  "?

Never. I finally got over waiting for that. Forgiving and moving on without all the loose ends tied up in a neat bow are possible only through the power of the Holy Spirit. And I don't know how people do it without some professional Christian counseling.

What I choose not to do is sit and nitpick over the bad things; I've chosen to and it is a choice remember how my dad could fix anything, how smart he was. He was personable; people loved him. Remembering the crummy stuff isn't going to do anybody any good.

I want to honor him, as I honor my mother. And you know what? When you begin your prayer time with praise, your needs list shrinks. The same thing happens with your parents. When you find yourself lifting them up, all those other little things fall by the wayside.

I'm not saying abused wives should think, Oh, if I just honor my husband more, it will be all right . He's still probably going to come home and beat you up till somebody either gets out or gets help. It's not that easy.

Forgiveness is a process; it doesn't happen overnight. I don't know how I'd feel if I stepped onstage and saw my daddy's face. But I believe I'd just have to stop what I was doing and go hug him. Listen, I can honor him and praise his good qualities even when there's no word from him.

You poke gentle fun at church life. What's your real take on church?

I've been in the church thirty-eight years. I've seen the good, the bad, and the ugly!

But what I say in concert many times is, "If you're here tonight looking for a perfect church to attend, this ain't it. Neither is First Baptist on that corner, and neither is Church of Christ over there, and neither is Second Methodist downtown. There is none. So quit being so hard on the church. Quit saying, 'Okay, what can the church do for me today?' You are the church. So get in there and do better."

I've made a commitment to a particular body of believers not because they're perfect and have it all together but because it's a group of imperfect people learning about and loving the one true, perfect God.

I fit in nicely with a bunch of imperfection. Isn't God's grace amazing?

With your schedule, how do you stay involved?

My husband teaches fourth grade Sunday school, and I love my women's group. We meet on Wednesdays. And I know there's a group of ladies who keep my schedule in the church office and pray for me. My pastor calls me several times a month. I have an accountability group I meet with to keep me focused people who ask me the tough questions like, "What did you read in the Bible this week?" And I love every bit of that. I need somebody to remind me that I'll have nothing to give if I don't fill up every now and then.

When I'm in concert, I don't know what people need. But I want to provide them with a great laugh to help them forget their troubles for a few minutes. By the end of the night, I also want to help them focus their lives on the living God and do it to the best of my ability, with the gifts he's given me.

Do you think we Christians just need to lighten up?

Especially on each other! Don't get me started on that.

You know what I began doing out of necessity for my work? (If I can't keep coming up with some funny things, I'm in trouble.) As I sit in airports, I write down a funny line I hear, something I read in a magazine, or something I see. This helps me find the funny, lighthearted things in life, instead of waiting for them to happen. Some people suggest keeping a joy journal. Why not affirm the joyful stuff? You'd be surprised at all the joyful things in life if you train yourself to look for them.

How about in your own family?

I'm big on affirming positive behavior. My kids are totally different! Zachary is at the age where he'll stomp and stew. You know where Zachary stands sometimes to the point you wish you didn't know. Chera Kay, on the other hand, is a quiet child; you've got to pull her emotions and thoughts out of her.

I'm sure my mother's four kids were really different, too. I don't know how in the world she learned to individualize for each child. What I want to pass on to my kids is that they can do anything they want to. As a mom, I can only do my best, pray, then let the Holy Spirit do his thing.

Yet your mother's had a tremendous influence on you.

We both love people wholeheartedly. I'm so glad to have gotten that from her, because experiencing a loved one's death tends to make you guarded. But I've never seen that in my mother. She comes out of a painful situation and dives right back into life. While we may not be alike in our clothing tastes or cooking styles, we're very much alike on an emotional and spiritual level.

As my children have grown and my love for them has deepened, I've developed more full-blown gratitude and admiration for my mother. I've realized the sacrifices she made for me. So the petty things about her that used to drive me nuts! mean absolutely nothing.

Your mom's battled breast cancer. How's she doing?

Really well. Doctors call it a state of remission. Mother calls it healing. She doesn't give cancer another thought.

I cannot remember a day my mother didn't tell me she loved me even when I was a teenager and mad and wanting to borrow the car. I cannot remember a day I did not know my mother adores me. The confidence that gives a kid!

I'm terrified of the day I'll lose her. I try not to think about it; instead I prepare my heart.

Has lots changed your view of heaven?

Well, I love to people-watch at airports. David used to pick me up on the curb of the airport, but I told him one day that he had to come in and meet me at the gate, because I'd get so jealous watching the people who got off a plane who had someone meeting them.

I think that's how heaven will be. People arriving, excited to be there, and people waiting for them, excited to see them. What a reunion. You cannot paint a picture that captures it. I've seen grandmothers and little kids sitting in airports, and watched them all have sweet reunions. And I think that's what heaven's going to be like!



Chonda Pierce
Touching the World with Comedy

Virtually every writer who profiles her hails Chonda Pierce as the Christian comedienne for our times. She holds a regular schedule of 90 tour dates yearly, averaging 2,000 in attendance. She appears regularly on the Grand Ole Opry stage in Nashville, where she follows the footsteps of the beloved Minnie Pearl. Chonda is the author of It's Always Darkest Before the Fun Comes Up, Chonda Pierce... On Her Soapbox, and Second Row, Piano Side and has produced several CDs and videos.

Chonda's testimony begins with the painful mood swings of a manic-depressive father. When Chonda was 16, her 20-year-old sister Charlotta was killed in an auto accident. Then her father left the ministry and abandoned the family on the day he performed her brother's wedding. Six months later Chonda's younger sister Cheralyn died of leukemia, leaving Chonda and her mother alone. "Some people turn to alcohol, but I turned to comedy," Chonda can now say in jest.

Woman's Touch Managing Editor Darla Knoth spoke with Chonda Pierce about the comedy she uses to minister healing to others.

WT: Our Assemblies of God Women's Ministries 2000 theme is "Together—Women Touching the World." Are you surprised that your comedy touches the world around you?

Chonda: It is a surprise—a lot of what I got in trouble for at church, people like to hear about now! Seriously, when I get a note that I was effective in someone's life, it's affirmation that I'm on the right track spiritually. The Holy Spirit can't work where He's not welcome. Second, it's affirmation that time away from my children is not frivolous. If what I do didn't have eternal value, I'd stay home. When I see the Holy Spirit move in a room, it's an honor and a blessing that I don't take for granted.

WT: What are some specific examples of people who've been touched by your work?

Chonda: While the crew is loading after a concert, I read positive e-mails from what took place that night. People can type in an e-mail what they can't verbalize. I meet a lot of hurting women going through some deep struggles. The Soapbox Tour I'm on now is about the intimacy of God and how He becomes a father to the fatherless and a husband to the husbandless. I get feedback from women who need to be reminded of that!

Recently I heard from a woman whose husband left her with small children. My concert reminded her she's not alone, and she can rely more heavily on the Holy Spirit. I've also gotten notes from teenagers who say they had a great time, even though they didn't expect to because I'm the age of their mothers! I've also gotten some sad notes from people who are terminally ill and attended my concert for a last laugh of sorts.

WT: Tragedy and comedy often go hand in hand. How have you used comedy to ease the pain people carry?

Chonda: Those emotions are so close. A biological study of the brain shows they're side by side. The Lord created those emotions for us to use. Humor is great because it disarms everyone.

I use humor in my opening act, but I don't leave a concert without saying something meaningful about the Lord. Pastors do that all the time, but my sermon illustrations last longer!

I heard one tragic story when a woman told me after a concert that something I had said really touched her. When the Holy Spirit comes into a room, I'm just the instrument! She asked if we could pray because she was concerned that her husband no longer wanted to attend church. I thought the church had hurt them. I said, "In confidence would you share with me what happened?"

She told me that their three small sons, ages 8, 6, and 4, who loved to sing together in church, were drowned in a horrible accident while fishing with her husband. I told her, "Ma'am, your husband may not be able to attend that church again. That's a horrible burden to carry; perhaps another church can help. But there is fresh wind and fire available if you'll just hang in there and dig deeper." We sobbed together. It ministered to me that she felt safe enough to tell me her story.

One young woman who had been brutally raped told me that as the humor of the concert poured over her she found healing. Sometimes people say, "You just saved our marriage tonight." And I say, "No Ma'am, I didn't, but I am sure glad I got to watch the Holy Spirit do that!" It's unbelievable.

WT: Are there places in society you would like to go to with your comedy?

Chonda: I was invited to a comedy club that advertised a smoke-free, alcohol-free night—clean, Christian comedy. It was bizarre to me! I asked them to turn off the neon alcohol signs. I said, "If someone takes a picture of me and my mom sees that sign..." They all chuckled. Then I said, "Isn't it nice that we'll remember what we were laughing about tomorrow?" I think my comedy was a teaching tool for them!

Being on the Grand Ole Opry is a lot like that. It's not a church service. I'm not allowed to give the four spiritual laws or pray, but people comment, "You do a great tribute to Minnie Pearl, carrying on the tradition of clean comedy. We're glad you're here!" Or they'll say, "Your comedy about church reminded me how good it can be! I'm going back to church this Sunday!"

I think I'm learning to be comfortable where the Holy Spirit has put me and not feel like I have to fit one particular mold of servanthood. You know, I'm certainly doing things unlike my mother would ever do!

WT: You mentioned the Grand Ole Opry and considered Sarah Cannon, also known as Minnie Pearl, a mentor. How did she mentor you?

Chonda: She was an example to me as a comedienne. She passed away before she ever saw me perform. I've been the only woman comedienne on the Opry besides Minnie Pearl, and that¹s a true honor.

When I was younger, I did a bit part impersonating Minnie Pearl at the Opry. I wore the gingham dress and went on stage to tease the audience before saying, "Ladies and gentlemen, the real Minnie Pearl!" to introduce her. One night she asked me if I liked performing comedy. I said, "Yes Ma'am, I do." I don't know what she saw missing in my face, but she said, "You know, you'll never know what laughter really is until you make peace with God and love Him first."

It was a bitter time in my life. I used laughter as a thick salve to cover up, rather than let the Lord cleanse those wounds. Minnie Pearl spotted that, but I always wanted to ask her, "Did my mother tell you to say that?"

When she spoke I realized that my bitterness was showing. What a blessing that years later one of the sweetest compliments people can give me is, "The love of the Lord just pours across your face!"

WT: Have you been a mentor to someone else?

Chonda: Young people often say to me, "I'd like to do what you do!" I tell them, "The only way I know to get started is how I did it." What I did was get involved in my church and soak in a time of growing in Christ.

There is no better training than the nurturing of your own church, being accountable to your own pastor, and finding a place of service. You might even clean the church bathrooms like I did! My husband and I taught the teen class. I was a part-time church secretary, and then I filled in for the pianist. We did whatever needed to be done—for years! And we were content.

The same thing holds true if people quit coming to Chonda Pierce concerts tomorrow. I'll be right back in my local church. My relationship with God isn't based on what I do for a living, it's based on God'¹s eternal plan.

WT: You've been a featured speaker at Assemblies of God district women's retreats. What can you say specifically to women to help them touch their world for God—even if they can't travel or get in front of a crowd?

Chonda: I would tell my neighbor what God has done for me—without using a microphone. The God who empowers me to express the joy of my salvation is the exact same God who empowers women in the Assemblies of God.

We sometimes think we're not doing anything for the Lord unless it's on a major scale. Others see someone like me breeze through town and think, "Wow, now there's somebody doing something for the Lord!"

But I think of a little woman named Anna who baked an apple pie and invited a couple to a holiness tent meeting. That couple was my grandparents. Anna's invitation changed the spiritual life of several generations. And it wasn't about someone with a microphone—it was the simple act of baking a pie!

If I'm not paying attention, I can miss an opportunity. Sometimes I sit on an airplane and have an incredible conversation with someone about the Lord. When I get back home I realize God may have designed the entire trip for the person I met on the plane, not for that big audience I talked to!

We have a great gift in the Holy Spirit. Rather than thinking, "We've got it—you don't!" Why not celebrate knowing we have a sweet empowering to express God's love and be His hands and feet in the small ways? We can do great and mighty things! W

  Who Is Chonda Pierce?

There's an earth-shattering story that some people travel the world and risk their entire lives in the telling. It's the greatest story ever told. And yet, in the wild and wacky world of comedy, it's the greatest story never told. 

Until now.

Leave it to Chonda Pierce, a 43-year-old mother of two to be the only one with the chutzpah to tell the absolute truth. 

She's a best-selling comedienne with an audience of 1.5 million nationwide.  She's worked with Billy Graham, wowed the Grand Ole Opry, made major television appearances, written seven books (three are children's books) and has four gold-certified comedy videos. But more important to her is the fact that her shtick -- sidesplitting stories about real life, from babyhood to motherhood to grannyhood -- is as pure as Ivory soap. Pierce is more than happy to be the 'queen of clean' because her comedy serves a larger purpose, "The punch line is not the bottom line," she says. "You've got to end up somewhere that counts."

In her fifth video/DVD, Have I Got a Story for You!, Chonda Pierce dares to go where comedy has never gone before. She's skipping the happy, touchy-feeling stuff and heading straight for the undeniable root of her faith.

"All my projects have Christian content. They all talk about what I'm learning about God and his love," she says. "Four-Eyed Blond was about mercy, to encourage people to lighten up on each other.  Soap Box was about God's love.  Be Afraid talks about the comfort of God when you're frightened.  But Have I Got a Story for You! is about what sets Christians apart-the redemption of Jesus Christ.  The crucifixion, the sacrifice...and how it impacts our lives today.  He really is the greatest story ever told, and for once in my career, I want to tell it.  I want it recorded that I was not ashamed to talk about the blood of Christ."
Recorded live at the historic Elkhart Theater in Elkhart, Indiana, Have I Got a Story for You! contains not only the most daring and important subject matter Chonda Pierce has ever produced, it is packed with some of the funniest real-life stories you'll ever hear.  Like how she managed to share a hotel room with a dead man, how her husband enjoyed a honeymoon package with someone else, and how a strange trip between NASCAR and the Holy Land can totally turn your life around.

The video opens with a music video cover of "The Girls Are Back in Town," featuring leather-clad punker-mavens Pierce and Christian music icon Sandi Patty, which is a shocker in and of itself.  Patty will join Chonda Pierce in September of this year for "The Girls Are Back in Town" tour-a perfect touring partner, Chonda says. "She's every bit as crazy as me, and she's funny too.  We make a great team."

Then again, this woman has never just been in it for the laughs. "Comedy is about so much more than exaggerating the truth or delivering a great punch line," Chonda says. "It's ultimately about the real truth. Have I Got a Story for You! is the truth of my ongoing love story with Jesus. The freedom of forgiveness we can have because of what Jesus did. I've got a big mouth, and I simply had to tell it. And it will leave no question as to where I stand."

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