It was a dark and stormy night!
Well, not really. It was a bright sunshiny day and, as a teenager out of school for the summer, it was a relief to not have homework and have to use my brain to figure out Algebra. Algebra was one of those courses that I never really understood, either the reason why I needed it or, how the problem is solved.
I’m not sure the teacher explained it in a way that I could understand. Okay, I’m a musician and it is true: we march to the beat of a different drummer. Mr. Turner was a balding gentleman who was also the Sunday school superintendent at the church we attended. I still believe I barely passed that class because he had mercy on me and I, at least, showed up for class and tried.
I was so relieved when we moved out of the school district between semesters and was able to switch to a course that I could pass. Granted, we need to spread our wings and learn. That’s one of the reasons we send our kids to school: so they can learn.
Well, back to that bright, sunny afternoon. I was very excited because the next day I was to leave with a church group to go to Canada for an evangelism program for the next month. I don’t remember ever being out of the State of Ohio least of all out of the country.
At the age of 17, I found myself in the midst of a busy summer as we traveled to a little town called Oil Springs. Our group set up a big top tent, put flyers around the area and invited people to the “tent revival.”
It was an inter-denominational effort and folks came from all around the immediate area and seemed to enjoy our nightly services. There were people who were in a committed relationship with the Lord, and there were those who had never made any profession of faith in any church.