THE VIEW FROM MY WINDOW - January 2022 

YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER 

2022 is now in full swing, and I believe I have a direction for KSM… and I’ll bet you won’t see this one coming.  I sure didn’t.  In response to this one you might say “you should know better”. Then again, that’s nothing new for me.  Before we start, let’s see where we stand for scheduling 2022. Now before I say this, let me remind you (and especially me) that there are no guarantees in our crazy world. 

Each year I have begun scheduling for the following year in early January.  January and February have historically been the slowest months for our ministry, so this seemed like a logical thing to do.  This breaks up our year a bit and provides me some time for a “clearing of the mind” if you will.   You may remember me telling you how in March of 2020 when the lockdowns began, we had seven open Sundays in all of the remaining year.  I then began lamenting how everything we had scheduled cancelled in just a few weeks weeks.  So with that reality in mind, here is where we are this year in January. 

We now have conferences scheduled in California, New Jersey and Colorado which creates the framework for three “mini-tours”.  We have another “mini-tour” scheduled to Southwest Missouri.  Because of demand I stretched our 2022 Christmas season backwards into November one week and now that entire tour is already spoken for. On any of these “tours” I could pack in the right weeknight or Saturday night (distance and time permitting), but the tour is already up and standing on its own.  As far as 2022 Sunday opportunities, here’s where we are:  We have one Sunday left in February. March, May, June, September and October.  I have two Sundays available in July.  When I do the math, that leaves 8 open dates remaining in the entirety of 2022.  WOW…  who would have believed it.  Not me. 

But that’s not the big news… 

I have joked with you all so many times about how the “Studios of KNIGHTsong Ministries” is “otherwise known as “my in-laws spare bedroom”.  Thats only half of the equation.  The “Offices of KNIGHTsong Ministries” is the living room/dining room/family room/media room/kitchen of our RV.  There are times when we go weeks without ever seeing the dining table and chairs, let alone eat on it!  And honestly, this was never a big deal when my backyard each night was the Ocean or the mountains… or somewhere in between.  During those “good old days”, the KSM studio competed with the KSM office for any available space in the RV.  Whenever possible, I did my work outside under a picnic pavilion or a shade tree. That’s why, with our “new normal” (and YES… I greatly dislike those words), we’ve embraced the “several short tours” as opposed to the “three really long tours”.  However, when you put it all together our dining table still remains cluttered, now on an even more regular basis. 

My birthday this year ushers in another one of those milestone numbers (not to be spoken aloud).  Once again its time to start winding things down, right?  Sorry, can’t do that.  I ought know better.  I’m not certain when (or if) that time ever comes, but the only word that comes to my mind today is “forward”.  So here we go, the most ambitious thing we’ve ever attempted.  Forward into the gaping unknown.  It’s time for a leap of faith.  Will KSM finally have a “home”? 

Dean and Joann Harrison (my in-laws, Baddy and Mimi) have ALWAYS been great supporters of KSM.  After all, Matt was their grandson!  They have allowed a portion of their land for KSM to place a simple 16’x40’ structure. It will be situated near our current fifth wheel parking barn.  The interior will be divided and finished into two specific work spaces. One will be a creative space specifically designed, decorated and acoustically treated for video and audio recording and editing purposes. It will house all of our gear and provide a small “live room” space for recording.  There will also be a designated location suitable for creating podcasts (including video). This will create an environment far more accessible, suitable and conducive to creativity. The remaining area will be finished as office/meeting space. This construction will provide a work area for Shaunda as well as space for board meetings, small group Bible studies and small grief group meetings as the Lord directs. It will also provide much needed storage space for product inventory and sound equipment which now overrun my closets and small personal storage shed.  This building will remain a portable structure in the event it ever needed to be moved. 

HOW MUCH WILL THIS COST? 
Well, lots!  We are anticipating only electrical up-fitting (no plumbing) including a 2 head mini split HVAC. Additional amounts would be spent on sound treatment and general construction material. 

SO HOW WILL WE PAY FOR THIS?   I’m so glad you asked! 

“Oh buckle up”, you might be thinking, "here it comes!"  Well I could offer my upcoming Legacy Project CD/DVD for a “love offering” of some slightly staggering amount. I could post pictures meant to engender intense emotion while playing mournful music and then make an appeal for say, 50 cents a day.  Then again I could offer a free product and use the responses to build a database for a direct appeal. No, I think I’ll keep in mind our formative business model of “anytime, anywhere with no mention of finances”.  We will not in any way solicit funds for this project. Here’s a couple thoughts though: 

My prayer to God has remained consistent through our Journey:  It has never been “God send us money to tell Matt’s story”, but rather “God help me find a way to work to fund the telling of Matt’s story”.  I would like to think that the creative area of this venture would provide for increased production output. With that thought in mind, I will soon begin to seek additional churches that might be willing to trade monthly missions support for some form of a combination of consulting, installation, hands on mentoring and the regular creation of custom media.  I believe (after the construction is complete) that I will have the time to assist up to four additional churches in this manner.  This will  also help with the newfound “extras” that come with a building.  Things like electricity, maintenance and such. 

And speaking of construction, did I mention that my Father in Law is going to lead the actual construction?  We’re gonna take this one on ourselves.  Just in case some of you would like to invest your construction talent in furthering ministry, here’s an opportunity! In a very real way, swinging a hammer could contribute greatly to sharing hope to parents who are grieving the loss of a child.  If you are interested in adding your particular skill (site prep, framing, roofing, finish carpentry, electrical, cleaning, flooring etc) let me know.  I might be even able convince Baddy to drag out the grill and make us a hamburger for lunch. We may even communicate a construction schedule from time to time. 

This is certainly the most ambitious effort we have made to date, and as such has some very real inherent risks. So once again I ask for your prayers.  This is most certainly a huge stretch of our Faith. I do however, feel that for the benefits mentioned and a myriad of additional factors, that this is a direction God would have us to take. 

So here I am on the cusp of an oft dreaded number on the birthday scale, and I should probably begin to gear down a bit.  I don’t think I will though.  I guess I’ll keep moving “forward”.  I ought to know better.  Ever stop to think that perhaps I do?  I know Christ, and He is MUCH “better”! 

CHANGES COMING… Just a quick informative email to all of you who follow my blog. We’re... 

CHANGES COMING…

Just a quick informative email to all of you who follow my blog. We’re making some exciting changes here at KSM in 2022! You’ll here much more about that soon! First however, a little house keeping.

To streamline the blogging process, you will begin to receive blog notifications via a different source. Currently my blog notification reaches you in this form:

The next blog (a very important one) will come like this:

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This notification email will be followed in about 15 minutes by a post from the latter. If you do not see it after a few hours, please check your spam folder or junk mail and allow it. This is a crucial time for us here at KSM, and I don’t want to mess up my communications!

Thanks for being a great friend of this ministry!

ANTICIPATING THE MORNING… 

Hard to believe another Christmas has come…and nearly gone.  

It is well before sunrise this morning as I write this.  Once again I awoke quite early, seems I do that more and more often as the years go by.  And once again the cinema runs at hundred feet per second replete with scenes of Christmases past. No sleep on this morning for sure. 

In one unexpected moment I am twelve years old again (that may sound familiar to those who have read my books) and I am lying in my bed in that little house on Cora Avenue in Akron.  It is well past midnight… eyes wide open, and my ears wide open as well.  I am listening to every rustle of wrapping paper as well as the opening and closing of every closet door in that house.  I was desperately trying to figure out where to begin my search for hidden gifts the following December.  I needed to find those hiding places that held the magic of Christmas morning.  That year’s search you see, had proven futile once again.  My parents were much better at hiding gifts than I was at finding them.   That night I didn’t want to close my eyes, not for a second.  The anticipation of the morning was too great.

Swiftly the scene changed and it was me hiding the gifts, sometimes in the Attic, other times in the trunk of my car or my office at church.  I had learned the art of stealth from the masters.  Thanks to one of the “gifts” my mother gave us (a boxed red suit, complete with white beard, hat and black belt) Santa began a yearly Christmas Eve visit to our home.  I well remember the year when Joey and Lynn figured out that Santa’s yearly visit coincided exactly with whenever Papa had to go out for milk. Seemed that Papa was always missing Santa Claus.  On this year Papa made his “milk run” declaration, but before he could leave there was a knock at the door.  Unless the ravages of time come and steal the best of memories I will never forget the look in their eyes when Santa walked in BEFORE Papa left… thanks in no small part to friend and fellow staff Pastor named Danny.  There would be little rest in our small home in Illinois that night either.  After sleep finally stole away the smiling little faces that warmed my heart, there were presents to find… and wrap.

It was in Missouri when the final embers of wonder made their appearance. This time the kids were awakened by frantic parents who had “heard something on the roof”.  This time it was in the small hours well after the “seek, find and wrap” mission was complete.  As I escorted the kids to the window, there was the departing image of a man in a red suit running across the front yard.  Winter coats donned, a cursory check of the front yard did indeed reveal fresh footprints in the snow.  How could this be?  If that wasn’t enough, a permitted glimpse under the tree confirmed that we indeed had experienced a welcome visitor.  Unfortunately they would have to wait till morning to open the gifts.  As you might guess, that was assuredly a sleepless night!

I also remember a Christmas a few years later when that serene world I painted for myself lay in shambles.  On that Christmas Eve I had invested all the energy I could muster.  There would be no magic this year however, only a quiet sadness.  

Soon though, as happens most often, years passed and time began its healing process as a new dream began to take shape.  This Christmas there were seven of us.  I drug that old Santa Suit out of the attic for one final curtain call.  This time it was stuffed with newspaper and topped with a mickey mouse head.  I thought it ushered in our first Christmas as a blended family rather nicely.  There were more gifts than I could have ever imagined around our tree that year.  Mickey Claus assured all of our first family vacation to Disney the following summer.  

The “Great Game Room” Christmas followed, along with several others as life once again settled into a routine.  All held lots of sacrifice, a myriad of great memories… and little sleep.   And then there was “that” Christmas, the one I wrote about in TEARS IN A BOTTLE.  The one where I lay wide awake in the hospital “hotel” with Matt lying a few floors down having been diagnosed with cancer.   There would be little sleep that Christmas Eve either.  It was then that I experienced the presence of God like I have few times in my life.

Then once again, years passed and we fought back to a more “normal” Christmas… whatever that is.  The magic returned to our quiet existence as grandchildren entered the scene.  For several years there was just one, and now there are five. These days Holidays are spent traveling and sharing Christmas concerts with friends all around the Country, and what a joy that has been!  This year, our concert season culminated with a special evening at Prairie Valley, the little church in the country that’s not all that little any more.  Last Sunday night we crowded 269 chairs in that tiny gym and then celebrated the genuine “reason for the season”.  We joined together to laugh, reminisce and worship the Savior of the world with musicians from four to nearly eighty-four years of age. Every once in a while. the fabric of time folds upon itself in such a way that it can be readily stitched together.   Such was to be the case on this brisk December night.

You can view the entire video here… https://fb.watch/a4j_wSHwJg/

After a little frivolity, the music to HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESUS began and time yielded up its constraining power.  I stood at the piano on one side of our tiny makeshift stage.  On the other side was the little boy who with glistening eyes couldn’t quite figure out how Santa showed up when Papa was there too.  Only difference is now he’s two inches taller than I am.  And in between us stood a small four year old child with a big voice, and an even bigger heart.  Funny, she was about the same age as her Dad was all those years ago.  With every note my Granddaughter sang the years seemed to melt away.   She would look repeatedly into her Father’s eyes just as he had mine so many years earlier. For you see, she brought the missing magic to the evening.  Christmas is not special because of a man in a red suit.  It is special because of the Baby in the manger.  You might imagine that there was little sleep for me that night. 

See what you think…

Again as KNIGHTsong Ministries closes another year, I have no idea what tomorrow holds.  God still only gives me one step at a time.  Now I know He doesn’t deal with everyone like that.  It’s just that He knows me, and He knows that is all I can handle.  He keeps teaching and I keep trying to learn.  Perhaps that’s what this life is really all about anyway.  

I have no idea what Christmases future hold.  They may be wonderful, they may be difficult.  My guess is, there will be some of each, yet I  also realize that there may never be another.  Whichever yours may be this year, don’t lose hope.  HOPE… that’s what Christmas is all about.  One day, whether in this life or the next, for those who have accepted Christ, every right will be made wrong, every question answered, every unfulfilled dream made complete.  I won’t want to close my eyes there, not for a second.  Maybe not now either, the anticipation of that morning is too great.

On the road… 

There’s just something about being on the road that makes me smile.  It was that way when I was on a childhood vacation, and it still is.  Today we are back on the road to do our Christmas concert series, and guess what? I’m smiling. Our last “pre-pandemic” Christmas held 17 events.  Last year was just 7 (for which we are still VERY grateful).  This year holds 9.  At least we’re going the right direction.

I’m not smiling because everything is great, its actually been a really crazy Thanksgiving week for our family.  This list I share is not meant to be a series of “whines”, especially since it affects others in our family a lot more than it does Shaunda and me.  HOWEVER, I’ll vent anyway…  a week before Thanksgiving held gall bladder surgery for our oldest daughter.  The Tuesday before Thanksgiving, a tonsillectomy for our oldest granddaughter.  The day before Thanksgiving, how about elbow surgery for our 4 year old granddaughter courtesy of a preschool playground incident.  Add to that a little extended family illness and things were more than a bit hectic.  Good news though, between remote and local excursions we got a lot of grandkid time out of the deal!  Especially Shaunda. The last two weekends held marathon Sunday night rehearsals preparing for our closing Christmas  concert at Prairie Valley. I’ll be joining with all our musicians and “techies” along with a few other friends. As I drove to last night’s rehearsal I discovered a little extra energy by realizing that soon I would be “on the road”.  And then a mile from the house (or RV in our case) I heard the unfortunately familiar “POP, whap whap whap” that signaled a blowout; on a fairly new set of tires.  No worries, we have roadside assistance.  This time however, Good Sam was not all that good.  Five hours later (and after that last rehearsal) we gave up and my 83 year old Father in Law (or 84, or 87…  it fluctuates with the weather and his need for attention) and I were changing a flat tire on my truck.  I finally stumbled into bed rubbing rarely used muscles on the right side of my neck.  So thus ends a very long week, and an even longer paragraph.

None of that really matters, after all, we’re on the road now, albeit several hours later than we anticipated.  All of that is in the rear view, at least for now.

All participants in the “surgery triad” are doing well.  And what teenager wouldn’t want mashed potatoes and popsicles for Thanksgiving?  And with the white lines passing at a frantic pace (Shaunda is driving) I now remember how she put in countless hours this week as a concerned grandma, caregiver and extended family member even finding time somehow for a Sunday afternoon Anniversary party.  She worked that one in between preparing Sunday lunch for our drummer and me, and then feeding everyone at our rehearsal last night.  She had some help with that one from a great worship ministry friend who started the Lasagna while Shaunda was waiting with my truck for those first 2 of the 5 hours so I could make rehearsal in her’s.  

’Tis true that I love to poke fun at my Father-in-law, and also ’tis tru that he does his share in return. 🙂  He also does more than his share of helping out his kids…even though we’re all getting pretty old these days too!  After all, what 83 year old guy gets down on the pavement to help change a flat tire?  And my Mother-in-law’s help was invaluable over the past days as well!

No viewing the sunrise this morning even though we were heading east.  Our unavoidable late start however, gave us yet another opportunity to say good-bye to those in-laws.  We heartily laughed at the crazy week we had all just finished.  With everyone on the mend we shared some kind words and some hugs.  I think my Father-in law noticed I was rubbing my neck, so he squeezed extra hard.  One final good-bye, a last wave, a parting chuckle and a “see you soon”,  and we were finally heading down the road.  I couldn’t help but think that if her folks passed away while we were gone or if this trip ended in a similar tragedy for us, that’s exactly how I would want our last goodbye to be.  Laughter… no tears.  And then unexpectedly I felt a little warmth on my cheek as a stray tear somehow escaped.  

I have no idea how I will leave this world when it’s my final time to go “on the road” (or perhaps I should say “into the air”).  Life has held some great moments for me.  I have been blessed far greater than what I deserved that I never know quite how to express my gratitude.  I have also learned that life often holds more difficult moments than great ones.  Death, illness, financial reversal, wayward kids and wayward parents.  There’s broken relationships, broken promises, bitter disappointments…  flat tires and neck aches.  

Maybe for me, it may be one final good-bye, a last wave, a parting chuckle and a “see you soon”.  No tears.  None of those heartaches will really matter then. They will all be in the rearview, and I will be in the bright “Sonshine”.

One last road trip. 

 Not north, south, west or east… just up.  

Talk about something far, far greater than I deserve.

How Could I Ask For More? 

I’ve been asked several times today how yesterday’s presentation of the first MATTHEW VIRGEL SCHOLARSHIP went. I’ve been thinking all day on exactly what to say, and I find myself tonight with a dozen thoughts, yet few coherent sentences. So let’s try this one a bit differently. How about some random thoughts and you can reach your own conclusion? Here we go…

Extremely warm welcome Very professional, organized, competent and accommodating staff A room full of respectful students and professors…and some very special guests The chance to tell Matt’s story including an unapologetic presentation of the gospel The privilege to invest in a small way in the life of another young man To hear “thank you” a hundred times (literally) To not only meet Tyler and learn about his life, but also to meet his entire family To be in the same room and speak from the very same platform that Matt walked across some 14 years earlier when he received his diploma… and to sense that he was in some way watching intently everything that was happening To spend a few moments with a past and present President of this school over a plate of barbecue. To sense that God was “up to something” in a powerful way

Or how about this one? To watch my wife fight through those tears that will never have an end and embrace another son’s mother. To be so proud of her… how instead of living forever in the unrelenting grip of grief, she CHOSE to reach out and turn her misery into ministry.

What do you think? That ought to be enough, right?

Yet after all of this while fielding so many of those “thank you’s”, I noticed a young student waiting patiently in a long line to speak with me. Yet when it came her “turn”, it seemed that she could barley speak through her tears. Soon I would join her. For you see, after all of the nearly unbelievable “God moments” of this day, this precious young lady gave her heart to Christ.

You see Matt, your life though cut so tragically short, truly mattered… and it still does. But I guess you know that now much better than I do. Perhaps you even got a little “heavenly heads up” and you knew in advance what was coming. Could be that’s why you were watching so intently?

How could I ask for more?

The first MATTHEW VIRGEL SCHOLARSHIP recipient,
Tyler Webb!

THE FIRST MATTHEW VIRGIL SCHOLARSHIP PRESENTATION! 

I’ve been taking about a “pretty big development” for KNIGHTSONG Ministries in my blog, posts and in our appearances.  It’s finally time to go public, at least the first part. We are absolutely thrilled to announce the presentation of the very first MATTHEW VIRGIL SCHOLARSHIP!  Thanks to a generous supporter, we have partnered with Jacksonville College (Matt’s alma mater) right here in East Texas.

On Wednesday morning of this week (October 27, 2021) I have the privilege to tell Matt’s story in a chapel service at this school.  Following his story, Shaunda and I will present the very first scholarship to a deserving young person.  What an amazing way for Matt’s legacy to live on.  To say that Shaunda and I are deeply moved and excited would be a tremendous understatement! We’ll post pictures, and give you an update soon after the presentation.

And that’s not all!  There could indeed be a much greater aspect of this portion of our ministry in the near future. This development very well may one day affect worthy students all across the country.  I can’t wait to tell you all about this one… 

…early next year!

You Should Have Heard Them Laugh… 

A cheerful heart is good medicine.  Now I didn’t make that one up, someone far wiser than me, or any of us for that matter, said that a long time ago.  I think he was on to something.  As I look back over my life at the truly difficult days of the Journey, I can remember hours, weeks and even months when it seemed there was no laughter in my world.  I have described grief to others as feeling like “someone turned off all the music”.  Funny how even right now I remember how quiet it was… so very quiet.   

There were other times that I remember laughter, but I was on the outside looking in. Growing up was a bit painful for me as it was for many of us.  “Fitting in” with the cool kids was an art I never seemed to master. Years ago I finally gave up and simply embraced by “differentness”.  It was not like I ever really had any other option.

In Junior High (long before there were Intermediate and Middle schools) my physical characteristics didn’t help much either.  I knew the conversation had turned to me when I was addressed as “Two Ton Tubby”, or I heard: “Hey Human Bowling Ball, roll over here and see us!”.   At my very wise Mother’s advice, rather than ignore it, I was going to join in their banter.  I was going to let it “roll off my back”, so I “rolled over” to see them.  They were not to ever know how deeply it hurt, so I joined in their laughter as well.  Then I went home and cried.

You should have heard them laugh…

Each conference in which we have the great privilege to share a small part, is many ways the same. Yet each conference is totally unique.  The idea for this video came at supper on Saturday evening.  I was sitting next to a precious young mom, the first genuine “New Yorker” I had ever really talked to.  Midway through the conversation I suddenly realized that though we were sitting right next to each other, we were actually shouting.  It was what we had to do to be heard above the uproarious laughter in the room.  

The spontaneous outbursts of joy came from every part of that beautiful dining area while the steady waves of the Atlantic Ocean rolled in.  My heart was, and still is, overwhelmed at the incredible grace of God.  To be quite honest, that “God moment” was indescribable.  In the time it takes for our hearts to beat a few times I found myself overwhelmed in the embrace of their laughter.  That place was full of the cheerful hearts of moms who had little to rejoice about according to the world’s thinking. Yet this was a group of moms who had, and were discovering the unseen, yet intense power of a heart in tune with the very God of the universe.  They were making a simple, yet powerful choice to look outward and upward instead of inward.  It wasn’t really like that just a day earlier when many met for the first time having no idea what to expect from a “Grief Conference”.  

I remembered at that moment on that evening in that place how it felt years earlier when I thought that I would never laugh again. I was so wrong. With hearts fully embracing worship, we all (even this Dad) once again discovered what a difference Jesus Christ can make,  even in life’s darkest moments.  Maybe especially in life’s darkest moments.

You should have heard them laugh…

THE BLOG I THOUGHT I MIGHT NEVER WRITE… 

Well here it is…  the blog I thought I might never write.  And to be quite honest, I still don’t know what the second step is for KSM, but I know the next one…finally!  For those of you who have followed this ministry over the past years, you know that this is the way it has always been; a journey of faith, revealed one step at a time.  And truly I believe this is what makes the life of faith so challenging, so exciting, so rewarding… and so much fun!   And please help me share this message by link, by text, by email, or by whatever means you can.  I have been quiet for so long, and because of certain algorithms the tech giants have chosen, many of our “friends” may never see this.  Many of them no longer use social media at all.  I’d really like to reconnect.

Over the past 14 months of full-on craziness I have blogged/posted very little.  I felt like my Journey was no more challenging than yours, and I really didn’t have much to say anyway.  So apart from a few posts and a couple of original song videos, I have been relatively quiet about our Journey.  It also seemed that everyone has had a full plate over the past months.  It just seemed so selfish to ask for your prayers.  During this time our ministry turned rather organic.  We’ve participated in a few podcasts and videos, but mostly we have ministered in one on one opportunities.

Now, however, it seems I finally have a few new things to share with you.  FIrst, a quick recap.  Ready?  (I’m talking “quick” here.)  In early fall 2019 it seemed as if God were saying “slow down a bit”.  In January 2020 I agreed to take a part time position in a small church near our home and travel a bit less. One of the reasons I did this was to take care of a few personal medical concerns (nothing serious thank God!).  On March 15, 2020 we discovered along with everyone else that a “bit less” travel really meant no travel at all! Our “forty-three of fifty-two Sundays” in 2020 turned to zero in a matter of a couple weeks. Then I became unexpectedly (but wonderfully) busy handling a greatly increased video and audio workload.  In no small part due to our DOM, I also ended up installing several audio and video systems as MISSIONvideo found its way to the forefront. As the year drug on, a few of our special churches began having services and invited us to join them. Because of this I had a few opportunities to speak and to lead worship. (Truthfully, I think some of them made up reasons, just to be good to us one more time). At the same time the little church I was working with wasn’t quite so little anymore. We did several Christmas concerts and crawled into 2021 with everyone else.  As more churches began to open up, the phone began to ring and the little church I was leading worship at wasn’t little at all anymore.  Whew! But at least we now we’re all up to date, and we can finally get started!

2021…. All our 2021 available Christmas Concert Sundays are now spoken for, although I can take a couple “though the week” dates.  As far as the rest of the year, anyone from the Texas Metroplex to west Texas want Sunday September 12?  I also have Sunday, November 14 available for most anywhere.  And that’s it for the rest of the year.  We are still taking a few “through the week” and Sunday night dates however. And you remember how this all works, right? These church appearances in addition to being ministry opportunities, help make it financially feasible to do our “anytime, anywhere” thing.  They also provide for us the ability to take part in conferences for other Parents who have shared a Journey similar to ours.  And speaking of conferences, we now have three of those scheduled as well.  There’s one each in Colorado, New Jersey and California.  We have out of town concert and Church dates in North Carolina, Arkansas, Ohio and Texas.  Among these are several opportunities to tell Matt’s story to brand new audiences.  Can you believe it?  Now we ALL know that this might just go away again.  Perhaps the country will shut down for the next “crisis”.  Maybe another gas pipeline will be compromised and we won’t be able to buy fuel.  Could be that a financial meltdown will overtake us and our money will be no good at all.  Might be that our religious freedoms will be trampled once again and church doors will close.  Then again, the next musical instrument you hear may be a trumpet and we won’t have to be concerned about any of this ever again!  

2022 AND BEYOND…. This is the “next step” thing.  I’m praying about a “relaunch” of sorts in the Fall.  You know, the “redesign the website and social media pages, communicate with all the churches where we have been and see if there’s a future out there.   But I’m not sure about all that just yet.  Still haven’t had the “This is the way, walk ye in it” moment. So I guess I’m asking for your prayers for clarification here.

NEW MAJOR PROJECT… One of the amazing opportunities that presented itself during the “pandemic party” involved producing a large number of audio/video hymn projects for a local Church.  One of my dear friends approached me about this to help his church provide music while they were meeting “in the zoom” instead of the “in the room”.  These unique arrangements called for a much more formal type of presentation than you are used to hearing me do.  This caused me to dig deep into my musical past and rediscover idioms and chord progressions long ago forgotten as many of these arrangements tend to be a bit more “classical” in style.  Add to those a couple of unique jazz arrangements I recorded with my friend, a very personal original tune or two as well as some additional hymnody and bonus traks. This has turned into by far the most ambitious, all new recording project I have ever attempted.  KSM is considering a release of this project as a DVD/CD boxed set as well as downloadable files this Fall.  Believe me, this is huge.  I expect sell so many that the project will immediately go aluminum or maybe even tin.  (Gold and Platinum are out of the question).  I’m hoping to find a corporate or individual sponsor to help fund the packaging. Either way though, we’ll offer this one like we have always been led to do.  An offering of any amount… and guess what?  Whatever comes in we will use to keep KSM afloat and continue to tell Matt’s story anytime, anywhere.

AND NOW PERHAPS THE MOST EXCITING NEWS OF ALL…. All those years ago now when Matt announced to us that he wanted to be in the ministry, we wanted him to make the best educational choice possible.  With that thought in mind, he and Shaunda boarded an airplane and flew east to check out one of the largest and arguably the most desirable Christian university in the country.  About twelve hours into the “college days” experience, Matt announced that this one was a clear “no go”.  A few weeks later, at the urging of his “Baddy”, we loaded up again (this time in the car) and headed to the south.  Baddy personally knew the president of a small Bible College, then known as Jacksonville Baptist College.  

Did I say small?  How about very small. And not only small, but with the exception of a couple of newer buildings, the others had seen their last upgrades many years earlier.  It’s doubtful that this institution would have been on many aspiring student’s short list.  It was a likely “no” from me and an overwhelming “no” from Matt’s mom, but a resounding “yes” from Matt.  He saw what we could not.  A few months later following several hours of scrubbing on the shared dorm bathroom and a new piece of carpet in the dorm room, we drove off leaving Matt laughing and smiling at the dorm room’s front door.  Shaunda, on the other hand, cried all the way home… literally.  And thus began one of the most life-shaping experiences of Matt’s young life.

Matt earned a couple of really good scholarships from the school.  One of those required him to sing bass in a southern gospel quartet.  Guess what? He hated it.  Guess what else? I LOVED it!  (There occasionally is justice in this world.)  Soon we also grew to love this special place in East Texas.  We knew a lot of what Matt did at school, but not everything.  Some things we found out at his special service.  We knew he sang.  We knew he ventured into drama for the first time.  We knew he had coffee in the mornings with several professors and administrators.  We knew he had good grades (mostly).  We knew he loved his time at Jacksonville.  We did not know, however, that he dressed up in a cougar costume as the school mascot for basketball games.  Funny, he never told us about that.

It was at Jacksonville Baptist College that Matt fell deeply in love with the Word, and fixed his trajectory squarely towards ministry.  It was here that he became acquainted with Criswell College and eventually chose to attend there to complete his Bachelor’s degree, winning a full ride scholarship to lead worship in the process.  And it was during his first Christmas break from Criswell College, in his third year in Bible College, that Matt’s Journey would take the hard left turn that would see the end of his ministry… or would it?   

And it was at this special place in deep East Texas, now known as Jacksonville College, that just last week Shaunda and I stepped out of her car into one of our few sunny days of late.  We walked across the familiar campus to meet with the current outgoing President and the incoming President. We couldn’t help but notice that the campus, though still small, appeared clean and updated. We had scheduled this meeting to discuss perhaps our most exciting news of all.  What is that news?  Glad you asked!

A regular supporter of KSM approached me just before Christmas in 2020 with an idea. “Suppose you start a scholarship in Matt’s name so that his legacy may live on in another young man or woman”?  And just that quick, there it was.  Yet another Christmas miracle.

You will hear more about this soon as details of the process are finalized.  But perhaps even as soon as the 2021 fall semester a young man or woman who wants to continue their own path towards a career in the Worship Ministry can start at the very same place Matt started, a small out of the way wonderful haven in East Texas.  And they can have a substantial portion of their Journey paid for just as Matt did because of a special friend of this ministry.

We enjoyed a wonderful meeting with these two gentlemen where we got to share Matt’s incredible story of hope one more time. Then we were led across the street to the Alumni association building where we found a cache of yearbooks dating back may years.  It included an 06/07 copy, the one Matt never bothered to pick up and bring home.  A quick glance through the pages revealed several more pictures of Matt we had never seen, including the infamous “cougar” picture.  Then just a couple pages over we saw a nearly full page picture of Matt when he was named Mr. JBC 2007, yet another fact he casually left out.

After a rainy six weeks, the skies early last Wednesday were uncharacteristically bright, but had now turned a bit cloudy,   Both Shaunda’s and my heart must have swelled with pride as we were walking back to the car through a time warp, enveloped by a flood of emotion.  As I rounded the last corner I looked up at the door of the exact same dorm room where we left Matt all those years ago. I couldn’t help but notice that once again Matt’s Mom was crying.  So I thought I may as well join her.  Soon we were on our way back north toward the small Texas town that we still call home.  This time, however, we were soon laughing once again.  As I drove along it seemed that Matt was there today too, and completely aware of everything that had just happened.  Perhaps he had joined the “great cloud of witnesses” at least for that special morning. Perhaps he was also aware that his ministry might just live on in some small part through someone else even after we are gone.

FULL CIRCLE…. So all of this brings us full circle, and I once again ask you to pray, really pray for this ministry,  Less than one hour after our meeting and after having quickly eaten half of my lunch, I joined a Zoom call (late) to discuss one of those conferences.  It was at the end of this call that I was reminded again of how important this ministry that God has given us really is.  Please don’t misread that.  I am not important, and honestly neither is Matt. But the message is. Seems that at the end of one of this year’s sessions there will be a brand new component. There will be a special “memorial service” if you will.  Because of the lockdowns there will be several moms joining us who lost their children during the pandemic… but were never able to have a memorial service at all.  

Wow.  How terribly sad.  Do you see how important the message of hope in Christ is?  What do we really have without Him?  Very little I’m afraid,  So thank you to those who have hosted us in your churches over the past months.  Thanks to those who have chosen KSM for your video production, sound system, video system and audio recording needs.  Thank you to our individual supporters who have faithfully carried us through.  Thank you to the special people who have made the MATTHEW VIRGEL SCHOLARSHIP FUND possible. Thank you Prairie Valley for jumping way outside the box and inviting me to be your Worship Leader.  Thanks to all of you. Because God laid this ministry on your heart and because of your prayers and financial support, there still IS a KSM today.  And that was not a foregone conclusion friends. Many times over the past year I thought this crazy adventure might be over for good.  I thought I might never again be able to share with you what was “coming next”.  This is a blog I thought I might never write.

Pray for God’s continued blessings on this ministry.  Pray that we correctly determine God’s direction for that next step after this one.  Pray for us as we travel.  And pray for Shaunda and me.  Pray that when we stand before grieving Moms and Dads, that we will be willing vessels through which the all-powerful message of hope in Jesus can flow.  

How great is our God!

So I married this “preppy” girl… 

Now Shaunda is not “preppy” in the 90’s kind of way (you may remember turned up collars and spiked hair).  No, she’s “preppy” in an “almost a survivalist” kind of way.  And she’ll tell you that she has taken more than a little bit of teasing from the rest of us over the years.

Y2K was an exceptionally “preppy” time for Shaunda.  That’s when I first remember scanning for “best by” dates at the warehouse store, but it certainly wasn’t the last.  Several cases of bottled water and several dozen cans of tuna and corn later, we all learned that during Y2K, well, nothing really happened.  Back then we even tried samples of survival food and decided that “survival” may not be worth it after all.  Nothing to worry about though.  By then we had enough canned corn to last three years. 

Fast forward to March 2020 and you will find that we were still enjoying an additional bit of levity at Shaunda’s expense, but not nearly as much.  This time we got to sit back and chuckle at the “great toilet paper fiasco” and the run on alcohol based hand sanitizer and bleach based anything.  The “shortages” never turned into anything all that major either as supply finally caught up with demand, but yet we “prepped” on.

Then came the 2020 presidential elections, a time that I described as “stupid going stupid”.  The rumors ranged from anarchy to apocalypse and were nearly more than a “prep happy” wife could bear.  All this drove us well past bottled water and canned vegetables.  Although I never imagined that any of the furthest out conspiracy theories would really happen, I felt there was enough of a possibility to warrant serious consideration.  Shaunda was far beyond serious consideration.  And though I was not sold, I figured it might be better to give in to some of her inclinations.  

And so we were at it again.  In addition to more corn and additional cases of water, we stretched way out this time and purchased a small generator for our RV along with two five gallon gas cans.  While we were at it, why not purchase a couple extra RV sized propane bottles and have them filled?  Not anything we would likely ever need you understand, but if it made Shaunda sleep a little better it was well worth the investment.  

Then came the election followed by the inauguration, and it seemed to go the way of Y2K and toilet paper shortages (at least up to now).  So there we sat with gallons of propane, a brand new generator and, oh yeah, even more canned corn and bottled water.  

Then out of nowhere a freak winter storm descended on Texas.  Eight inches of snow.  Ice and snow covered roads that forbade travel in a state where there are few salt trucks… and even fewer snow plows.  And then a low of -3.  Electricity failed, and so did water.  Store shelves magically cleared.  The mail didn’t come.  And this was Texas. Texas is big. And this covered all of Texas. What in the world are we going to do?

I know.  Let’s see. The heat in our RV runs on propane. At extremely low temperatures however, exposed propane pipes result in the pressure being diminished.  The propane would not adequately supply our furnace.  No worries though.  I have multiple propane tanks.  I quickly learned to switch them out, warm them up and then switch them out again.  Electricity?  How about that brand new little generator?  Enough to charge the RV batteries, run the refrigerator, power the auxiliary heater in the bedroom AND the electric blanket!  We were never cold.  And equally important, we discovered we could switch between the heater and one other appliance, like a toaster or a coffee pot!  

Inconvenient? Yes!  Devastating? No.

I’m not a fan of going days without a shower, but with no place to go and a brand new stick of deodorant, I was tolerable… I think.  You can cook and make coffee with bottled water, eat off paper plates and use plastic utensils to limit the dirty dishes.  And you will have all those paper and plastic products as well; at least you will if you have a “preppy” wife.

And all of this really matters…. when you are thirty-six hours without electricity and ten days without water while the thermometer plunges to those lows in the negative numbers, and never gets out of the teens. I began a routine of getting out of bed several times every nigh, putting on two sweatshirts and a spring jacket and walking into a totally dark night to gas the generator and switch out the propane tanks. 

Unlike those other “panic times”, this one really happened. 

Please don’t misunderstand me.  I have nothing to complain about.  Many have struggled far more than we have.  Some are still without power, and many more without water.  I have not waited in line for bottled water.  We were not on the roads when the black ice caused a massive pileup in a neighboring town and claimed the lives of so many.  We had plenty to share with others who had none.  I went without very little (except sleep), mostly because I have a wife who listened to an inner voice instead of the voice of her husband.  And I was somehow astute enough to listen to her outer voice.  And for the record, my car’s gas tank is full. Would you have expected anything else? 

Are you making any preparations?  There will come a time when you will be glad you did… or wish you had.

Today the power is on. It was nearly 70 degrees after church yesterday. Our generator, no longer new, sits quietly awaiting it’s first oil change.  The propane running smoothly.  Water again flows freely.   There is gas in the car, bread in the pantry… and still plenty of canned corn in the cabinet.

And I am uniquely thankful.  Thankful to be warm.  Thankful to be alive.  Thankful to be clean. Thankful to watch the video of my Grandchildren building a snowman and sliding down a hill in a plastic box.  Thankful to not be thirsty… and especially thankful for a “preppy” girl who agreed to be my wife, and then stayed through all of this crazy Journey we call life.   Oh yeah, and thankful that just this once I was not too stubborn to listen.

I wonder how many times God has whispered to us and our response was “that’s silly”.  I don’t see a need for that. I’m pretty busy right now, no need to prepare for a future that may not come anyway.

One of the keys to surviving tomorrow is preparing today.  I have stood with many grieving parents and reminded them (and me too) that times like these are why we go to Church when we’re tired.  Why we read the Bible when watching TV takes so much less energy.   Why  we pray when we can barely breath.

I cannot assure you of how politics will play out or what civil insurrection may look like.  I have no idea how much “smarter” men will become while rejecting God and actually becoming infinitely more foolish (seems like I read something about that).  I sense all around me that creation is doing a bit of “groaning”.  I do not know when this way of life as we know it will come to an abrupt end, but I know it will and I know how.  It all begins (or ends based on your perspective) with the sound of a trumpet.  Are you prepared for that?  Are you “prepping” spiritually? If not, it will come like a “thief in the night”.

You don’t need a generator or extra bottles of propane to get ready for this eventuality.  A full gas tank or ten thousand gallons of water won’t get you ready.  The only hope for this one is to accept Jesus Christ as you personal Savior… and then you too can hold onto the “blessed Hope”.  And remember what we’re told about that?  As believers, this “looking forward to the blessed Hope” will cause us to purify ourselves.  Perhaps it’s time to quit worrying about how far we can go into worldliness and still be considered a good church member, and start worrying about how far we can go into holiness to be ready for His return.  

The Lord is coming, and I believe soon.  I encourage you to make your “preparations”…

Because there will be a time when you will be glad you did… or wish you had.

KSM – October 2020 

Well….  what a strange year this has been for all of us!  As I’m sure you noticed, it’s been quite a while since I shared anything about KSM, and there’s a couple reasons for that.  First, it seems like everyone is having a rough go of it in one way or another, and second… well, there hasn’t been all that much to talk about.  I told Matt’s story on March 15 of this year… and we all remember that date, don’t we?  That was the last time I shared his story until October 4.  

You may (or may not) recall that towards the end of last year I mentioned in my blog that I felt as if there was a realignment of priorities for our Ministry on the horizon.  It seemed that things were “fundamentally changing”, although at the time I could have never known what that meant.  A couple years into the our JOURNEY OF A LIFETIME, a small church well out into the country here in Texas approached me about helping with their media and worship.  As time went on and as I began to be impressed that there were some “changes in the offing”, I was interested when they asked me to take an active role in their worship ministry several Sundays over the course of 2020.  It seemed in my spirit that this was somehow the right thing to do, so I was thrilled to help.  When we agreed on the dates I added them to my calendar.  In February of this year in addition to seven conferences, revivals and several other “through the week” dates, there remained only 7 open Sundays for the entirety of 2020.   

Enter… the pandemic.  In a matter of a couple weeks, we simply had nowhere to go.

Like so many of you, I wondered what in the world was going on.  What would I do now?  And the message of THE GREATER JOURNEY began ringing in my heart… “one step at a time”; “just enough light for that next step”.  So it was easy to pour my heart into this little church that had been so good to us, and where we enjoyed old friends, and made new friends.  Right off I began editing “virtual services”, and soon helping other churches do the same. 

And then once again, the miracles began.

This “little” church way out in the country complete with its own graveyard baptized their 61st new believer last Sunday.  The Pastor is a guy older than me (can you believe that?).  He doesn’t know any better than to just preach Jesus, and preach he does!  Just before I “snuck out” for a couple of dates after September, there were 170 souls gathered for worship, most half my age.  At some point in this Journey, our oldest son, Joe Jr., showed up on a Sunday with our beautiful Daughter-in-law and two of our grandchildren in tow.  For the record, Junior is an amazing, guitarist, vocalist, saxophonist, audio engineer and so on.  Soon he would join the worship ministry.  In God’s incredible love He used the threads of both our lives to weave yet another amazing tapestry of His grace.  Now nearly every Sunday when I’m at Prairie Valley I get to stand right beside my son and lead worship…once again.  

As far as KSM is concerned, we are doing great.  God has met our financial needs every month and every time in a unique way. Our regular supporters have somehow continued. The MISSIONAudio part of our picture has grown exponentially and we have received offerings from unexpected places; and we have never had to ask.  The regular monthly support of our “little church” has been a huge factor in bridging the gap. We have been invited to lead worship and consult as of late as many churches are opening up.  I can’t go into detail here, but God has also continually opened doors for Shaunda and I to minister “one on one” with other hurting parents.   

Remember when I said that I told Matt’s story for the first time since March 15?  That was on October 4.  Our Director of Missions was asked to speak for the homecoming for a small church, also way out in the country, on the opposite end of our County.  He invited me to lead worship for him that day.  I was able, at his direction, to put a small band together and generate a worship set for this “big day”.  As things sometimes happen though, he became ill the week before that October Sunday.  “Would you cover for me” he asked.  I was thrilled to say yes since this gentlemen has become a friend of KSM, and a friend of mine.  He continued: “forget about what we were going to do and just tell Matt’s story”.  I was thrilled.  After all it had been months!

On that beautiful sunny morning Shaunda and I set up our equipment on the small wooden platform in the Church, the only structure located at a crossroads in this remote section of our County.  The Pastor was gracious, apologizing for the expected small crowd.  I took my turn and apologized for the fact that the band he wanted would not show up, nor would his expected speaker. 

The most difficult part of our “Matt story” is explaining to people exactly what it is that we do.  It’s not preaching, it’s not a concert, it’s not a video presentation…it’s something entirely different.  I felt that I should share a bit of what we were going to do that morning with the Pastor since it was, shall we say, a bit out of the norm for a Homecoming Sunday. I shared how we structure the service as well as a bit of Matt’s story.  I told him how Matt was in his third year of Bible College, and also how he chose to worship Jesus throughout his battle with cancer.  I shared that he passed away at 22 years of age.  All the while I was talking, I was carrying speakers, running cables and setting up my keyboard.  

I noticed that as I spoke it became rather quiet and that he had quit responding to me.  The first thing that went through my mind was “oh boy, here we go… this is NOT what he wants for today”.  I  stopped what I was doing and turned to look at him.  It was only then I saw the tears streaming down his face.  He didn’t really have to say a word.  I knew exactly what was happening.  He broke the silence with these words:

“You don’t have any idea, do you?  You didn’t know that we lost our 21 year old son just a year ago?”

And right there in that little country church I once again felt God’s smile beaming down from heaven just as sure as I had felt the sunshine earlier that morning.  There were only a few of us that day thanks in no small part to the crazy year we have all experienced.  But that has never bothered me.  Big crowd – small crowd.  City church – Country church.  Traditional Church – worshipping Church. On the road – at home in worship with Joe Jr. beside me.  It just has never mattered.  I simply want to believe that in some supernatural way my ministry connects earth and heaven.  

Do I want your continued prayers? I sure do, although I am hesitant to ask when so many people have so many needs.  Do I know what 2021 holds for us?  I’d be foolish if I said I had any idea.  I do know this however.  As I shared in ON THE VIRGE, more than ever I just simply want to finish well.  And who knows, with all that has gone on this year, it may not be that far away.  I pray I always remember the hard learned lesson, and that I keep the “light of His word”  as a “lamp unto my feet” illuminating the pathway just ahead so I know where to step next.  If I do, one of these days I’ll see the finish line and take that final step.  And maybe then I can finally hear those words: “well done, good and faithful servant”. 

Absolutely free! Well, almost… 

Ever feel like you just need a quiet place to get away from it all?  Wow, who has not said that over these past few crazy months of 2020?  I have such a place.  It is the in the corner of the studios of KNIGHTsong Ministries (otherwise known as my in-laws spare bedroom) where I am seated at the piano.  It has been at the piano that I have found my “quiet place” throughout my entire life.

And now, I want to share it with all of you absolutely free!   Well, almost…

I have just finished the second recording project in the CANDLELIGHT SERIES. What is the CANDLELIGHT SERIES? This is my legacy project.  As I get older I realize that one day I will no longer be around to play any more songs on the piano, so I wanted to leave a piece of myself behind for the grandchildren. The first installment was CAROLS BY CANDLELIGHT, released last November.  The latest is HYMNS BY CANDLELIGHT.  This project may or may not be available in CD form in the future, but for now it is available exclusively on my website as a download, and is completely free of charge. Here’s the link:   https://knightsongministries.com/music#!  I encourage you to download and share freely with anyone who might also need a quiet place.

These past few months have taken their toll on many churches, ministries and individuals, KSM included.  With so much pain to go around, I have hesitated to even ask for your prayers.  This is how the Lord impressed me to do just that.  Here are 24 familiar hymns arranged in 5 thematic Medleys.  They are piano only arrangements.  I only ask that you pray for the future of this ministry as you download the files.   That’s the “almost free” part! 

There is no small print.  You don’t have to share your email address or provide any information.    There’s nowhere to enter a credit card nor is there a link to PayPal  You couldn’t pay for this if you wanted to.  This is not a veiled attempt to raise money.  It is rather a gift from me to anyone who needs it.  I am sharing my quiet place. 

Like so many others who share similar vocations, the Pandemic completely cleared our calendar.  It remains clear at least through August as concerts and conferences continue to cancel.  We are seeking God’s will for our future as it seems that to continue would require a complete restart.  Many of the places we have told Matt’s story are churches… all of whom have been dramatically affected by the lockdown as well.  Who knows how this will likewise affect how they view bringing in a ministry like ours; and who could blame them?

So yet again…one step at a time…a lamp unto my feet…I need God’s guidance for the next step.  And as such, I need your prayers.  This latest project is of a quality you will be pleased with.  Original renditions of familiar hymns have been meticulously recorded digitally and then mastered to high quality .mp3 files.  This represents a huge piece of my life and many hours of rehearsal, recording, editing, mixing and mastering,  This is surely not “a gift that costs me nothing”.  All things considered however, I believe it to be a very small price to pay in exchange for the prayers of God’s people.

Stay well.  Stay safe.  Stay faithful.  There is hope!

CHANGES COMING… Just a quick informative email to all of you who follow my blog. We’re... 

CHANGES COMING…

Just a quick informative email to all of you who follow my blog. We’re making some exciting changes here at KSM in 2022! You’ll here much more about that soon! First however, a little house keeping.

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ANTICIPATING THE MORNING… 

Hard to believe another Christmas has come…and nearly gone.  

It is well before sunrise this morning as I write this.  Once again I awoke quite early, seems I do that more and more often as the years go by.  And once again the cinema runs at hundred feet per second replete with scenes of Christmases past. No sleep on this morning for sure. 

In one unexpected moment I am twelve years old again (that may sound familiar to those who have read my books) and I am lying in my bed in that little house…

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On the road… 

There’s just something about being on the road that makes me smile.  It was that way when I was on a childhood vacation, and it still is.  Today we are back on the road to do our Christmas concert series, and guess what? I’m smiling. Our last “pre-pandemic” Christmas held 17 events.  Last year was just 7 (for which we are still VERY grateful).  This year holds 9.  At least we’re going the right direction.

I’m not smiling because everything is great, its actually been a really crazy Thanksgiving week…

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How Could I Ask For More? 

I’ve been asked several times today how yesterday’s presentation of the first MATTHEW VIRGEL SCHOLARSHIP went. I’ve been thinking all day on exactly what to say, and I find myself tonight with a dozen thoughts, yet few coherent sentences. So let’s try this one a bit differently. How about some random thoughts and you can reach your own conclusion? Here we go…

Extremely warm welcome Very professional, organized, competent and accommodating staff A room full of respectful students and

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THE FIRST MATTHEW VIRGIL SCHOLARSHIP PRESENTATION! 

I’ve been taking about a “pretty big development” for KNIGHTSONG Ministries in my blog, posts and in our appearances.  It’s finally time to go public, at least the first part. We are absolutely thrilled to announce the presentation of the very first MATTHEW VIRGIL SCHOLARSHIP!  Thanks to a generous supporter, we have partnered with Jacksonville College (Matt’s alma mater) right here in East Texas.

On Wednesday morning of this week (October 27, 2021) I have the privilege to tell Matt’s story in a…

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You Should Have Heard Them Laugh… 

A cheerful heart is good medicine.  Now I didn’t make that one up, someone far wiser than me, or any of us for that matter, said that a long time ago.  I think he was on to something.  As I look back over my life at the truly difficult days of the Journey, I can remember hours, weeks and even months when it seemed there was no laughter in my world.  I have described grief to others as feeling like “someone turned off all the music”.  Funny how even right now I remember how quiet it was… so very quiet.   

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THE BLOG I THOUGHT I MIGHT NEVER WRITE… 

Well here it is…  the blog I thought I might never write.  And to be quite honest, I still don’t know what the second step is for KSM, but I know the next one…finally!  For those of you who have followed this ministry over the past years, you know that this is the way it has always been; a journey of faith, revealed one step at a time.  And truly I believe this is what makes the life of faith so challenging, so exciting, so rewarding… and so much fun!   And please help me share this message by link, by…

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So I married this “preppy” girl… 

Now Shaunda is not “preppy” in the 90’s kind of way (you may remember turned up collars and spiked hair).  No, she’s “preppy” in an “almost a survivalist” kind of way.  And she’ll tell you that she has taken more than a little bit of teasing from the rest of us over the years.

Y2K was an exceptionally “preppy” time for Shaunda.  That’s when I first remember scanning for “best by” dates at the warehouse store, but it certainly wasn’t the last.  Several cases of bottled water and several dozen cans of…

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KSM – October 2020 

Well….  what a strange year this has been for all of us!  As I’m sure you noticed, it’s been quite a while since I shared anything about KSM, and there’s a couple reasons for that.  First, it seems like everyone is having a rough go of it in one way or another, and second… well, there hasn’t been all that much to talk about.  I told Matt’s story on March 15 of this year… and we all remember that date, don’t we?  That was the last time I shared his story until October 4.  

You may (or may not) recall…

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Absolutely free! Well, almost… 

Ever feel like you just need a quiet place to get away from it all?  Wow, who has not said that over these past few crazy months of 2020?  I have such a place.  It is the in the corner of the studios of KNIGHTsong Ministries (otherwise known as my in-laws spare bedroom) where I am seated at the piano.  It has been at the piano that I have found my “quiet place” throughout my entire life.

And now, I want to share it with all of you absolutely free!   Well, almost…

I have just finished the second…

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