It
was a typical warm, hot, sticky day in class at Florida Southern College in
Lakeland, Florida. I had a seven am
class every morning Spring and Winter semesters. I was approved to take twenty
one credits so I could graduate early as I had been offered my first teaching
position sight unseen in an elementary school in South Florida. My classes were over at eleven forty five am,
and I ran all the way to work as I was a car hop at a local drive- in
restaurant. I arrived on time for the noon to six pm shift. I changed clothes
in their restroom, and one of my class mates picked me up after work with her
dad’s yellow Nash, and off we went to help provide the music for a tent
revival. A young man from Georgia in his
second year of Bible College was in my class was holding a tent revival. He was such a quiet, reserve person, but when
he preached he had a lot of enthusiasm. I played the saxophone, Tillie played
the accordion, David played the trombone, and Tommy played the guitar. The Lord really blessed us as we played our
instruments, sang, gave our personal testimonies, and took turns delivering the
sermon. When the altar call was given folks would come forward and accept Jesus
as their personal Savior.
Thank
You heavenly Father for using me to reach others and tell them of how You gave
Your only Son to die on the cross so that they might live.
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