When I was a young boy I went to Church with my family every Sunday. We were always really early because my dad played guitar in the orchestra. He loved playing his acoustic guitar for the Lord and wanted it to be perfectly tuned. I’m certain that dad loved all the songs and hymns but there was one particular song that was dear to his heart. When ever the song request was offered from the pulpit I’d lift my hand as high as I could. Then, sometimes, I would get picked to make a request. I would always request that one song which I knew my dad loved dearly. I’d watch dad play, sing and shout with such passion that as a boy I couldn’t describe it. Looking back now I know it was something glorious!
This is such a treasured memory and I’m blessed when ever I recall it. So as I learn guitar I purpose in my heart to make that song the first one I ever learn to play. Then I will go home to visit my dad. I’ll bring my guitar, and sit down to play that song with him. The both of us, playing our guitars and singing together! I will try to match his passion note for note. I’ll sing as loud as him even if I don’t really have excellent talent. I long for this more than any thing else. It will be the highest peak in my mountain of memories. I pray that God help me bring this to fruition.