I was born into a musical family. On many weekends, our family would travel to various Assemblies of God churches to provide music ministry. My dad was a brilliant pianist who had traveled for years with the Blackwood Brothers quartet. My mother was faster than lightning on the marimba. As one preacher amusingly observed, “She can knock knots on your head faster than you can rub them!” And my sister, just two years my senior, was gifted with perfect pitch and amazing talent on the piano.
And then there was me. My humble music ministry started at the age of five with a snare drum, one brush, and the very strict instruction to play as softly as possible! As a matter of fact, the best possible scenario would be for me to just sit there holding the brush and not play at all. But I insisted on playing, and so ended my brief and unremarkable career as a drummer.
So I wouldn’t feel entirely left out on our family ministry outings, my dad scheduled me into the repertoire to sing a solo. Can you imagine that?! When the time came in the service, I would run up on the platform, take the microphone, and sing my little heart out.
With the exception of the times I tripped over the microphone cord while making my grand and glorious entrance, things went relatively well. But what was cute for a boy of five or six stopped being cute when I reached my pre-teen years. That’s when my dad put a bass guitar in my hands which I have now played for over forty years.
While my singing ministry ended a long time ago, the song I sang (they only let me sing one) has stayed with me for a lifetime. Little did I know that the song I learned as a child would carry me through some deep, dark valleys as an adult.
And then there was me. My humble music ministry started at the age of five with a snare drum, one brush, and the very strict instruction to play as softly as possible! As a matter of fact, the best possible scenario would be for me to just sit there holding the brush and not play at all. But I insisted on playing, and so ended my brief and unremarkable career as a drummer.
So I wouldn’t feel entirely left out on our family ministry outings, my dad scheduled me into the repertoire to sing a solo. Can you imagine that?! When the time came in the service, I would run up on the platform, take the microphone, and sing my little heart out.
With the exception of the times I tripped over the microphone cord while making my grand and glorious entrance, things went relatively well. But what was cute for a boy of five or six stopped being cute when I reached my pre-teen years. That’s when my dad put a bass guitar in my hands which I have now played for over forty years.
While my singing ministry ended a long time ago, the song I sang (they only let me sing one) has stayed with me for a lifetime. Little did I know that the song I learned as a child would carry me through some deep, dark valleys as an adult.
“We’ve got a great big wonderful God
A great big wonderful God
A God that’s always victorious
Always watching over us
A great big wonderful God”
A great big wonderful God
A God that’s always victorious
Always watching over us
A great big wonderful God”
What are you facing today? Something big? Something scary? Some mountain of impossibility standing in your way? Fear not! The troubles of life shrink in comparison to the greatness of our God. So trust Him completely. He will never leave you, but will always be there for you. Rejoice, Christian! You have a great big wonderful God.
Pastor Todd Weston
Pastor Todd Weston
