My Sunday Blooper!
If you know me, you know I have two passions! Buying shoes and playing the piano.
My music experience began when I was a nine-year-old, crawling through the church window to play the piano.
In my fantasy world, I imagined angels taking my musical tunes and piping the sounds to nearby Hobo Jungle to make the homeless travelers happy. Told you I had a big imagination!
I played by ear but wanted to be the best I could be. Through the years, I listened to recordings of other musicians and adapted my style. I pulled from pianists like Floyd Cramer, Lanny Wolfe, Bill Gaither, Andre Crouch, and even Liberace.
After traveling with vocalists and gospel groups in Houston and Texarkana, I grew up, grew old, and eventually retired from the black and white ivory keyboard.
A couple of years ago, I began attending a small Baptist Church near my home and, for the first time, was a listener and not a participant. They had an excellent pianist and a talented guitarist. He made the guitar sound like a piano keyboard and played for the Sunday night service.
One night, I walked in on Sunday Night, and they were singing a cappella. I told the music director I would be happy to play when the guitarist was out. I had not played in seven years, but they sang hymns out of a hymnal, and most of them I knew!
Several weeks later, he asked if I would “fill in” because the guitarist had to be gone, and I said yes. Been filling in ever since, but I love it. They have a talented group of musicians who worship in music and love the Lord!
A few Sundays ago, drama happened, and a perfect storm was created. I always leave at 10:25 so we can go over the morning music selections.
I have fifty-eleven clocks in my house. Knowing the time should not be a problem! My Apple Watch was on the charger, and I was ready for church. I asked Alexa what time it was. Her sweet voice said 10:55. I heard the number ten, but didn’t realize it was 5 minutes before church time.
As I was retrieving my watch from the charger, my doorbell rang! When I opened the door, three women from the church asked if I was okay. I glanced down at my watch – 11:03 – and was horrified. I jumped in the car with them and got to the church during the second song. Sheepishly, I went to the piano.
I doubt this will be my last embarrassing moment, but just in case, my A-Lady gives me a reminder, “It’s 10:25. You are supposed to be in church!”
Thank goodness for the ‘Rhema God Squad’ who loved me enough to check on me!
I’ve enjoyed playing and ministering in music for revivals, women’s retreats, and several groups. It seems like a small part compared to the Gideons giving out Bibles, teaching a Sunday School class, or a preacher delivering God’s Word, but Odis would remind me the importance of the musicians in the Old Testament. I hope my music has blessed others.
Have a fun-filled November. It is my birthday month, and I’ll be 83, or if I transpose the numbers – 38 (laughter) I’msure glad God has a sense of humor!
SuzieTK Snippets 