A Brief History Part 2
We started going to church regularly. My dad became more and more involved with ministries (host/hospitality/small group) which in turn made me more involved. I enjoyed some of this and begrudgingly did others. I was still drawn towards the worship. I thought man I’d love to do that! A few years later we were in the process of moving and in the basement I found my dad’s old 12 string guitar. It didn’t have any strings or a bridge or a nut but I didn’t know what any of that meant :-). I asked him if I could have it and if he would teach me how to play. He agreed as long as I saved up an paid for it to be repaired. I spent the next few month scrounging up every last penny I could find and finally had enough to get it all fixed up.
I slowly began to learn how to play. I was able to play just about as well as my dad, enough to the point where he couldn’t teach me anymore. I took some private lessons with some great teachers. I eventually felt confident enough to audition for the worship team. I spent a good long time learning all the lead guitar parts to the songs. When the time to audition came I was so nervous. This was the reason I wanted to learn how to play. What if they didn’t think I was good enough.
The audition went well and I joined the team. It was great being able to help lead others to worship. I was on the team for a long time. I lead worship in a few small groups and even lead a few groups. I became rather burnt out and left the church for a few years.
And yet again I leave you with another cliff hanger 🙂
It’s my birthday…I’m allowed!