The year was 1968. It was our high school’s senior assembly. I had been chosen to sing a solo, “The Impossible Dream,” from “Man of La Mancha.” The song was about fighting an unbeatable foe and bearing with unbearable sorrow and running where the brave dare not go… And halfway through singing the song my voice cracked, and the student body, from what I recall, laughed. But I kept singing, and then I walked off the stage, and then I ran down the hall to the girls’ restroom and cried my eyes out.
So, what did I learn from that? It really went along with
the lyrics to the song, “To fight for the right without question or pause, to
be willing to march into hell for a heavenly cause…” But did I learn it well?
No! Fear of other people and their opinions of me and their treatment of me was
something I battled with much, but which God helped me to conquer over and over
again. It overcame me for a period of time, but God helped me once again to
rise above it and to keep going even if I am laughed at.
And I needed to learn that lesson, for my calling in life is
to teach the gospel of Jesus Christ, and that is not a popular calling, and it
is not one that is well received by all people, and not even by some others who
call themselves Christians. So I face ridicule, and I face opposition, and I
don’t have a huge following, but I know I am in the right place doing what I am
supposed to be doing, and I know I am making a difference, even if I am laughed
at or mocked or ridiculed. And that is really okay. For I am where God wants
me.
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