As the wedding wound down, and people packed up their belongings, I was leaning against my car, watching people go by. A heavy set, Jamaican lady came over to me and we began talking of the many blessings we were experiencing in our lives. We discussed which church we went to and our families. Then Eva came over and joined our conversation. Suddenly, I thought, I'd like to share the music with her. I pulled a coin out of my pocket, praying all the while, that I wanted only to do God's will. I turned away from people and discreetly flipped the coin. Lord, could we play some music for this lady? Yes!

I asked Eva to sing with me after I told her I'd gotten permission to do that. Unexpectedly, the lady went and got her husband and a friend. Various people stopped to listen, some even sitting down for a while. Among them was a friend of Eva's son whom Eva had been hoping to witness to. The joy of the Lord pervaded and we sang around 5 songs (including some anointed old standards). It was not an imposition for us to sing. No one resented it. It was a blessing. It was not to OUR glory, but for His. By asking the Lord if we could sing for this person, or that one, we were showing Him that we didn't want to force anyone to listen to our talent and glorify us. We wanted Him to choose so that glory might be given to Him AND, at the same time, joy might prevail in our hearts as we sang the songs He'd inspired us to write. Moments later, one of the young people who had just been playing in a rock and roll band the previous hour, came up to me and said he overheard our singing and wanted to compliment us.

"You have a voice like the folksingers from many years ago," he said, smiling.

"I AM a voice of the folksingers from many years ago," I laughed.

"Also, you and your wife sing well together."

"Thank you," I beamed.

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