The Allman Brothers

I guess I need to tell the boys more Bible stories. Melissa, our children’s pastor—at least I think she was the one who passed this on to me—says that Joe told her he was in a band called “The England Brothers,” that he played the piano and his brother played guitar but he died in a motorcycle wreck.

A few days later, a song by the Allman Brothers comes on the radio. Joe says, “Hey, this is the England brothers!” And it hits me that he asked about them one day and I told him how Greg Allman is an awesome organist and his brother Duane played guitar til he died in a motorcycle wreck. They listen to everything!

I do tell them Bible stories, too. Seriously, I do.

There was an interesting moment tonight, just before children’s ministry. When I was working on answering all the questions to be ordained, John was just born, and he would sleep in his bassinette next to me while I worked. When I went thru the next round, he was about 3, and he would play his trains while I had all my stuff spread out on the tables in the fellowship hall. John has my nervous habit of pacing around while he thinks. He went over to my shelf, picked up a volume of the church Fathers, began walking around and talking about Jesus to himself—imitation, the sincerest form of flattery!