Everyone has different gifts.
This is something I have heard a great deal over the course of my life, especially since moving to Yuma. I married into a family that was extremely gifted musically, and I am not…similarly gifted. I can carry a tune enough not to embarrass myself, but I am not the lifelong singer my wife and her father are.
As if that weren’t enough, they can also play. My wife plays the flute beautifully, and Ken plays anything with strings and several without. Jenny’s brother John is an amazing rock drummer, and my 7 year old son is already a better drummer than I would be if I lived to be a 1000 years old.
I can’t bang a triangle at dinner time.
That used to bum me out a little because I felt like I would fit better in the family if I could play something. I would see them up there playing and worshipping and I would feel like I was missing something.
And then I realized this is my act of worship; writing. I sing my praises through a keyboard instead of a microphone.
God gave me a decent enough brain, and the ability to turn a written phrase—and I do not have the fear that many do to speak in front of people, thanks to 4 years in the drama class of the incomparable Ed Hollingsworth.
So this is what I do.
I speak my mind to a captive audience of perhaps two or three readers. What I was meant to do? This may be part of it, but certainly not all of it.
Now, approaching my mid-40’s, I find myself heeding the still, small voice, and doing something I would have not even considered the possibility of just a few short years ago, prior to marrying the amazing Jennifer Wilkins.
I’m going to bible college.
Where that will take me, I do not know with any kind of certainty. I do know it is the right thing to do, and the obedient one.
So I will read, and study, and write—unfortunately, this will mostly consist of essays. And the occasional short burst of something like this, time permitting.
The adventure continues…
One thought on “Indiana Wilkins and the Temple of Prose”
I can not believe what I am reading if this is real and I think it is your not the same brother I knew and neither am I ! 2corith.5:17 .Thomas Baruch hashem adonai! !!!! We need to communacate