01/09/2025
I just crossed an anniversary of sorts and didn’t celebrate it or anything because it was more like a private milestone than a public one. Not sure it would matter anyway to most people, except me and my Mom and of course Jesus.
Maybe, He would care too because it involves Him.
In a little country church right outside of Springfield, LA and on the night of January 7, 1979 would mark the place and the date of my first public Gospel sermon.
At this writing that was 46 years ago when I was only 16 years old and a junior in high school. There was no way of telling where that night would lead me and I had no idea that it would become my lifelong calling.
The crowd at church that night was small, less than 50 people, and that was fortunate because I had very little to say. That sermon was only about 15 minutes long and I think I read from Ephesians 1:7 and preached about the blood of Christ.
My qualifications were weak and my knowledge of the Word too but my pastor believed in my calling and he gave me his pulpit on a Sunday night.
I will forever be grateful to Bro Charles for seeing something in me that I didn’t see in myself.
Thank you Jesus and Charles and my Momma who bought me a new Bible to mark the occasion.
Happy Anniversary.
