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The Ministry – The Travel Years

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People grow through experience if they meet life honestly and courageously. This is how character is built. Eleanor Roosevelt
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It was 1980 that year was a year for me of learning that no text book in formal education could have taught me, nor prepared me for the road I was going to travel.  This was the year I had just bought my first car, a 1973 Ford Pinto Station Wagon.  Moved into my first apartment, bought groceries and stood at the checkout and cried realizing how little money I had until the next pay cheque.


Later on in life I saw a sign on a refrigerator door that said:

Please move out

While you think 

You still know it all!


Then I was asked by an evangelist to join his team as the organist.  I knew piano well enough to play with some confidence, but the organ, I didn’t have a clue.

Well I didn’t say yes right at that very moment and told the evangelist I need to thinks about it.  I first told my grandmother, then my mother, and then finally my Pastor.  This sparked a huge commotion within the local church family.  Some were totally against me going, others were ambivalent.

My Pastor was in the camp of don’t go and when asked why all they could say was they had heard stories, rumors.

To make a long drawn out story short I made up my mind and told that evangelist that I would join.

This was the beginning of a journey I would never have guessed that I was going to experience.  I entered a world that changed my outlook on evangelists in a completely unexpected way.

More to come —-

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  1. JoAnn

    My mother was the church piano player when I was growing up. I was always proud of her for that and my grandma played the organ.
    🙂 🎹

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    1. Rethinking Scripture

      The only musician before me was my grandfather, he played guitar.
      Music is part of the fabric of life in many venues!

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      1. JoAnn

        Yes it is 🙂

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