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.
A great big wonderful God
A God that’s always victorious
Always watching over us
A great big wonderful God”
Pastor Todd Weston