Hancock Chapel...19 years later.

My dear wife, Carrie, and I attended church this morning at Hancock Chapel. I sang what we used to call in the old church services…and I know some still do call it… a “special”. I know some more contemporary services have left “specials” to be extinct. It matters not. The message is what counts…whether it comes from a three piece suit or a guy walking around in sandals sporting a beard and a robe. I don’t think I have ever seen any pictures of Jesus in a cardigan.

I sang a song today that I wrote a few years ago. This was the first time I had a chance to sing it at Hancock Chapel.

Know this…Hancock Chapel is old school. There is one building…there is one room. There are privies for men and women no farther than ten yards from the front porch of the church. A privy is an outhouse for you not familiar with the word privy. Those of you with no knowledge of an outhouse…well…that is an outdoor toilet. The church has been there for a long time.

The song I sang was a bit of charged tune…charged as in “take charge” and do the right thing. The song is called “Lord Lead Us On.”

My dear Carrie and I were led to get married. It was the right thing to do. We loved each other. We still do. We wanted to make a life for ourselves and our sons Jarrett and Cody. I think we have done that. They are both fine, charming young men. Carrie and I are still here. I love her now more than ever. The thing is…I had no idea what I was doing nineteen years ago when I looked at Carrie and said “I do.” The truth? My life with her has been better than I ever imagined. She is my best friend. We were married 19 years ago this Tuesday. Our wedding was at Hancock Chapel.