In Form three, I joined a choir that traveled quite a lot. Everyone new them and I wanted to be known. They were very talented and I would have loved to be classed with them. It would be awesome. Sure enough (because of my good looks and charm..lol..oh and because I could sing) I was accepted into this group of talented young people. It was awesome. I traveled all over with this group. Washington, Hollywood, Guyana; and these were just the places i went with the group. They did a whole lot more traveling. Living the dream right? How is this relevant. The choir was a singing and dancing choir, whose repertoire consited of not ony Gospel but all types of songs and dance moves. (Both fitting for a Christian and unfitting). I was a bit stomped at first because Christians dont dance this way or sing this. I at no time though thought about dropping out. This was the opportunity of a life time.
Soon enough I began to justify every decision, every song and every dance move that I know wasnt to Christian. I made myself believe that music is music and once outside of this I live a life that is Christian, that i was safe. And i truly believed it. The group was pretty active so we have to sing almost everyweek. Saturday especially and soon enough, it became too much for me to wake on a Sunday morning for church after getting in at 2 or 3 am the morning. So I just stopped. I didnt go to church and I was ok with it. No guit. I still read my bible occassionally and prayed once in awhile. I was cool. See next post...
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