I was 13, nearly 14…
No room. Only a manger of hay.
No room. He is a stranger today.
No room. Here in his world turned away.
No room. No room.
My voice was not strong, nor did I realize then that singing would never be a career. Especially when your dad sings so well. And your brothers…sister…and mom! I could not hear the “parts” even then and have never understood the difference between a baritone or tenor.
But the experience led me to youth choirs, men’s choirs, and an Easter program in Anchorage, AK… “Love Found a Way” by Lanny Wolfe. Encore! Encore! But I moved back to Texas before the repeat performance.
My thought today has everything to do with those memories that stay with you, even a generation later. Easter. Christmas. Always revolved around church and family.
The two go hand in glove.
I want both of them again. Memories. Present. And future. Making memories for the younger generation.