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randyclay -> RE: Where are all the 40+ church workers and theologians (5/2/2005 3:28:16 PM)
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Do you remember the Madras shirts, where every time you wash them, they change color? My mom hated those things, but I thought they were cool. Oh, and Beatle boots with cleats so you clicked when you walked.
First car - an old Datsun that was rusted in lots of spots so I covered them up with flower decals. A real "flower power" car. And when that broken down, I inherited the family station wagon that I literally drove into the ground. The cylinders and gaskets were so bad, it would foul the spark plugs and I needed to put extenders on them, and remove them often to clean them out with sandpaper. The column gear shift lever broken off, and I used the spur from a bass drum to shift with. The clutch was so shot, I had only about 1" of play on the floor. The rear wheel bearing were so shot, the car literally squealed going down the road.
I came to the faith really late in life (heard that was pretty rare, too) and I remember sitting in the seats before the altar call in our neighborhood Baptist church (where my good friend was the worship leader) and hearing a voice tell me I didn't need to go up. The next week I did, and was in the worship team shortly thereafter. Looking back, maybe that wasn't such a good idea. My wife was upset that we spent so much time serving the church, there wasn't enough family worship time. If I wasn't busy at my day job or playing music, I was rehearsing with the worship team and playing in the church. Fast forward a few years, and it's much calmer now, but still heavily engaged in the youth praise team and the main worship team. God is good, all the time.
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