There were all types of beautiful careers inside my wandering mind. Never lacking self-confidence, I knew my dreams were possible. Despite my naïveté and vulnerability, I’ve always been a dreamer about one thing or another.
The time I thought about becoming a preacher, I told my folks, “When I become an adult, I’m gonna be a preacher and make all the money. I’m going to talk the talk so I can walk the walk.”
In his deep voice, Dad responded, “I can see that. You always have a good sermon to tell us at the dinner table. So how about I start calling you Preacher?
In a zestful tone, I agreed. “Yeah, Dad, that’s right! Call me Preacher from now on!”
From then on, even when my uncles came by for their music rehearsals, they’d call out, “Come on Preacher, lead us in a prayer before we start practicing!”
So that’s how I inherited the nickname Preacher. After releasing a powerful prayer, I hung around just to hear those brothers harmonize.
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