One Sunday at our church our pastor asked me what I thought was God's gift for me. I said, "I'm not really sure". My wife spoke up and said "You should hear him play guitar and sing". I looked at her and said jokingly, "You think I could hold your head under water for a couple minutes". To this Pastor replied, "I want to see that guitar in church next Sunday". Well, I had an old Strat that was setting in the closet drawing dust and never played and I didn't take it to church next week. Pastor immediately asked "Where is that guitar?' I said next week. Knowing he wasn't gonna let me off the hook, I thought I will take it one time and play with the Worship Band and I had a blast. My chops were really bad but I suddenly got interested again and now I have a Nashville Tele, a Strat, an Ovation, and my new PRS SE Custom 24 and I am playing as a regular Worship Band member and I can't put it down again. But I am enjoying this much more than all the music I ever played before. This seems so much more fulfilling cause there is no Road work, I'm home, no drugs, no booze, and I'm happier than ever.
