
Here I am at 2:30 in the lobby of our hotel room at the National Quartet Convention, and maybe I am being swept up in the nostalgia of being here, or maybe I am just becoming one of those softy, mellow-dramatic, read-old-year-books, watch-"Old Yeller-and-cry" type of guys, but I was constantly reminded today of just how amazing my calling is. Being surrounded by oodles of talented people singing the very best kind of music this side of Heaven is enough to really make any southern-gospel-music-lover feel as though they are in their very own toothpaste commercial, but I really have to tell you that if there were any doubt to anyone about how blessed I consider myself, let that come to a resolve. I am in awe that God allows me to do this. I want to do it all the time. I think that no matter what you do, if you are loving Jesus the way you should, you should be this passionate about it. I mean, I actually get to be a part of something (i know it sounds cliche) bigger than life. People's eternity is in the balance every time the gospel is shared, and I get to witness that. Though it is heart-wrenching when they say "no" to the Lord, it is so very sweet when they say "yes!" I get to travel with two of the funniest human beings on the planet and tell people about Jesus through the best music on the planet. What a God we serve!
I was so touched tonight by the Songfellows Quartet. Their baritone was 90 years old! That's right....90! He has been singing southern gospel nearly since it's inception some 70 years ago. I can only hope that God allows me to do this that long. Lord, if you don't come to get us before then, let me be that 90 year old man who still has a purpose and a zeal to serve you and love people.
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