Isn't it odd how a decision that seemed to be just another whim on the part of a junior high kid could turn out to be such a part of the fabric of life for the adult that kid was to become?
Under the careful tutelage of the band director, reading music from the bass clef had become second nature.
Alas, rules are rules. If he was to play football the kid would have to switch to the high school Glee Club and learn to read vocal music.
What was a bit frustrating to the youth turned out to be mysterious direction for his life task.
The strong background in music from the bass clef served him well as he sang bass in quartets and choruses in various venues over the ensuing decades of time. The tedium of hearing parts punched for sopranos, altos and tenors taught him to harmonize as needed. As time went by, the upper end of his vocal range was revealed when out of necessity he had to lead worship.
The guitar fit him like a glove and became yet another element of mysterious direction for a life under construction. The basis for many of the chords struck in leading worship heartened back to his foundation on the sousaphone in the junior high band.
When life seems to have dealt you a random hand. When nothing seems to makes sense. Trust God. He has a plan and will bring it to fruition if given time and opportunity.
A satisfied heart,
Pastor Richard Orrell