One Small Church, One New Piano, One Young Pianist

The church service was just a regular service. Nothing new or out-of-the-ordinary, except that we had recently gotten a new piano. It was a pretty decent studio piano but the church had no pianist, at least it seemed that way to me. I had been taking piano lessons for about two years, and Dad (who also happened to be the pastor), thought it was time for me to start playing in church. So he called for me to come up and play. I was about nine years old and really had no idea what I was doing. But, I stood up, walked to the piano, sat down, and on the next song started pounding out chords. Well, maybe chord (singular) is more like it. I’m not sure exactly what I played – but I was off to a lifetime of playing the piano in church.