Jack of Harts

My parents pushed me to start singing at church when I got old enough.  Like three or something.  Churches like to start the kids out early you know.  So at first I was signing out of tune and cringing adults clapped with encouragement.  Then I was singing much better in the Wednesday-night youth group worship team.  And I’ll never forget the day the pastor sat me down and told me I was on the Sunday-morning worship team.  I was sky high.  They taught me to sing.  I can never repay them for that gift.