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The Sound Man Was Blind!

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The Sound Man Was Blind!

It was Youth Rally Night in the little Tennessee country church. I sat in the audience, only two or three of the people even knew me. The small building was very full. The weather very bad. The guests had all braved the storm. They opened the service with prayer. They prayed for the storm to pass on by. “We beta hope de Ward heas our pwayer!” That was what the tongue-tied service leader said, trying to encourage faith in the congregation.

Something was terribly wrong with the microphone. They tapped it, they shook it, and then examined the cord. Nothing worked. All heads turned toward the small sound booth. The sound man was not looking down; he was looking up while he adjusted the board. What? Then it became apparent. He was blind. The sound man was blind and he was the one adjusting the board! Someone had changed the microphone settings and he was trying to restore them by feel. He got it back pretty close to normal too. Unbelievable.

He also ran the computer music software for the overhead projector. The slides on the screen did not always match the words being sung. But, no one seemed to care.

The organ player was taking pictures of the congregation with one hand while playing with the other. She extended her arm full length toward the audience as she took the photos.

They sang! They worshiped! They Shouted. The visiting ministers were all asked to testify. The teenage guest preacher for the Youth Rally was really nervous and it showed. He had never “preached out” before. He preached with anointing and then conviction fell. Young people moved to the altar area to pray. While she played for the altar call song, the organ player took flash photos with her left hand, of the folks coming down the aisle.

No, it wasn’t “perfect church”, like some of the big churches might have, but the congregation went home rejoicing and happy knowing they had been in the presence of the Lord.

This is Home Missions

 

Written by Martyn Ballestero

June 10, 2018 at 12:45 am

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  1. That’s how I grew up. My dad left T.B.C. in the early seventies and has been living by faith since day one. We had church in the ghetto and we had church in the holler. I went to 19 schools in 6 states. When God said move; brother, we MOVED!

    Roger Stephen Lux

    June 10, 2018 at 5:45 am

  2. We always enjoy your commentary on the world, and would love to see your words become more available for the future, beyond the blog. I’m sure you’ve been asked about “writing a book” in the past, but in a sense, you already have. Would you consider using the blogs as the basis of a compilation-type book? Compiling a “best of” series of posts into a book format? For those not on social media, and those who’d like to keep a hard copy for days to come, this would be a blessing!

    Susan Jenkins Writer

    June 12, 2018 at 9:45 pm


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