ken wilson online

This sunday, 9:30 service opened without a drummer in the band.  Later, after Jorella was done speaking, D. appeared behind the drum kit.  This young man who has never owned a set of drums but plays them as though he were meant to.  A young man who has owned very little in his life, having, it seems been saddled with every disadvantage save himself.  Struggling for well over a year to make his way beyond the life of the streets in fits and starts.   I caught up with him after the 11:00 service as per usual to check in.  Learned that his little boy had been in the ER most of the night (fine now) accounting for D.’s late appearance.  How’d you get here? I asked.  I jogged, said D.  On this cold Sunday morning, after being up all night with his sick infant son, he jogged to church (4 miles,  I’d estimate) to play the drums.  Which was his acceptable worship.  

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