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“That Scripture don’t work for me!”

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“That Scripture don’t work for me!”

Those of us who knew ‘Tucker’, never heard what his first name was. We just called him by his last name, Tucker. The group of us that were ‘40’ something, never failed to enjoy his oddball humor. Tucker was maybe 55 or 60 and a local folk hero of sorts.

He was just an old bachelor that didn’t seem to be blessed with many social graces. No one ever saw him chatting with the ladies, or even the men very much, for that matter. Tucker was a loner. We usually only got to see him when we visited a friend’s church anniversary service.

His clothing probably never received many compliments. His thick-framed glasses always sat askance on his nose. The lopsided glasses attracted our attention. We were fascinated. How could anyone be comfortable with their glasses sitting whomperjawed on their face? It never bothered Tucker.

To complicate the matter, he held his mouth kind of funny when he talked. It looked like he was talking out of the side of his mouth. He never talked fast. He drug out his words in a near monotone voice. Whenever he testified in church, we gave him our full attention.

Tucker always sat on the front row.  When he stood to testify, he stood with an open Bible, just in case he needed to read a Scripture.

His testimonies were often memorable. One of my favorites was, “I thank the Lord that I’ve been save five-fourths of my life.”

One night, Tucker stood and waited his turn. When he was called on, he took his time and read a verse from his big Bible.

‘Is. 40:31 But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.’

He stressed the ‘run and not be weary’ part with his voice. With all eyes on him, Tucker laid the Bible down and took off running. Well, kind of lumbering really. He ran laps around the church. He ran long enough that the organ started to play a chorus. The people sang.

After what seemed like 12 laps or so, Tucker crumbled on the floor in front of the pulpit completely out of breath. His chest was heaving, his face was red and he didn’t move for several minutes. When Tucker finally struggled to his feet, the organ and the singing stopped.

Tucker continued with his testimony. He looked at the congregation, shrugged his shoulders, he then turned toward the preacher, and while holding his arms out in a sign of failure, said: “That Scripture don’t work for me!”

Written by Martyn Ballestero

November 20, 2010 at 11:19 am

Posted in Testifying

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  1. Yes Tucker indeed was one of a kind. The Ole Elder really enjoyed him.

    Steve Epley

    November 20, 2010 at 12:16 pm

  2. hahahaha. I love Tucker

    Bobby Ikerd

    November 20, 2010 at 12:50 pm

  3. What a cute story. Reminded me exactly of Kelvin’s friend, “Tucker.” lol


    November 20, 2010 at 12:59 pm

  4. Those that knew him will never forget Tucker. A unique Christian. I just mentioned to the church about the five – fourths of my life. Only Sister McKinney and myself know the source. :o) Thanks again for sharing

    Mark McKinney

    November 20, 2010 at 1:55 pm

  5. me either 🙂


    November 20, 2010 at 6:09 pm

  6. Thanks for remind me of a great brother that really made the service “interesting”.

    Hee heeeeeeeeeeeeee

    David Boyd

    November 20, 2010 at 9:06 pm

  7. Yes Bro.Tucker is still goin strong at 80 years old and still is Elder Cavaness who is his Pastor.


    November 30, 2010 at 8:42 pm

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