Memories of Those Who Cared for My Soul

 

Memories of Those Who Cared for My Soul

            My first memories of going to church include my mother practicing songs with me and praying with me, and the preacher lifting me up on a chair behind the pulpit to sing special music about Jesus. I have told you all this to remind all of you Christian parents that your children’s musical training really matters. No matter what you have or do not have, the things that matter are not “things”. Whatever it takes, make sure that your children receive a quality music education and that you provide them opportunities to give their musical talents back to the God who gave them to your children.

         I am grateful that Dr. John I. Page and his wife Virginia took me to church fellowship meetings and to retirement communities to sing the gospel as a little child. I was extremely blessed to have a pastor and his wife that cared about a little boy who had some musical talent. I am also grateful that in July of 1967 Dr. Page invited me to an altar of prayer where I confessed my sins and wept my way into the loving arms of my forgiving Savior Jesus Christ. I will forever be thankful that I was given a Christian upbringing and that as a child I was given musical training and many opportunities to give my musical talents back to God.