God sent for me.
New Orleans 1984. I’m flying down Airline Highway back to the suburbs after work in my company car. They gave me a car with my name all over it. It looked like a clown car, but that’s beside the point. I ran out of gas. The gas gauge didn’t work well and I was still getting used to it. I coast into a Church Parking lot. My car comes to a rest just outside the front door. I plan on going inside to use a phone. I see people inside pointing and sort of running around. They’re pointing at me. I just assume they’re listeners and will be more likely to allow me to use the phone. I walk inside and am met with people shouting, "Praise God!" I ask to use the phone. A woman shouts, "You have been sent to us!" What? "You MUST go inside the hall sir! You must go inside!" What’s inside the hall? This was no ordinary church. This ministry had it’s own television network and was broadcasting live all across the south. The subject of that nights broadcast was, "The Evils of Rock Music!" These people were convinced I was sent there to repent for the music I played. They wanted me to go on camera. I declined over and over, asking instead to simply use the phone. They allowed me to make a call, and within 20 minutes I had gas and was outa there. I’ve always wondered if I was indeed sent there that night. The song on my station when I ran out of gas, after all, was "I want a New Drug."
