Pride entered and prepared to sit down, staring me directly in the face, he jumped upon my desk, crossed his legs and said, “have you thought about it yet”?
He had a square black hat on and a neck tie of flame red. A black snake crawled up and down the middle of his tie and its tongue protruded out as if to devour me in Eden’s Garden!
What a question, “have I thought about it yet?" I’d spent the last two weeks thinking about nothing but IT. The sleepless nights and all the extra layers of fatty tissue under my eyes was all the proof anyone needed.
I am a gospel singer; I have never sung anything in my whole life that wasn’t gospel. God has been my voice ever since I could remember sitting on mommas knee and belting out a course of, “Victory in Jesus."
Mom and Dad owned one hour of time on our local radio station called “Sounds for God”. We sang together and also had special singers in every Saturday night and God always moved in special ways.
That summer in nineteen hundred and sixty-two, I had just turned sixteen, I had sung in almost every church in the county and offers just kept coming in every week. I really enjoyed singing for God; After all he had been my whole life since any remembrance at all!
One day in early June I got a phone call from a local television station, he said his name was Jerry, and would I please talk to him? Actually I didn’t get to speak much, I just listened to him talk, “We would like to feature you this week on our television show, “New Teen Sounds,” By the way, "Can you sing something else besides Jesus songs? The pay will be one thousand dollars for one hour! I will give you two weeks to make up your mind, then I will come with the contract!"
Mom and Dad said, “Mary, it is up to you, the decision now lays in your hands."
Those two were characters, they knew God really well, and God knew me, and I knew him!
That’s about all I thought about for two whole weeks. I had sleepless nights where dollar signs kept going though my brain and messing up my sleeping hours. Could I sing anything except gospel songs? I actually thought about it and at one point in the middle of one of those sleepless nights, I tried and the sound was terrible; it was like my spirit was weeping! I have never felt so bad in all my short lived life! I decided in the middle of the night that the only singing I ever wanted to do was for my best friend and his name is Jesus.
Then I thought upon these scriptures:
PROVERBS 16 and 18:
Pride [goeth] before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall.
Better [it is to be] of an humble spirit with the lowly, than to divide the spoil with the proud.
It was then that I knew that God would remain my first love all the rest of my days!
MY PRIDE IN GOD IS WHO I AM IN GOD, HE LEADS ME IN GREEN PASTURES AND I FOLLOW, SECURE AND HAPPY IN HIS LOVE.
That morning in Mom and Dads little green office, I looked pride straight in the eyeball and said, “The answer is no, God is all I need and his songs are all I will ever sing”!
As pride turned to leave and exit out the round red door, he tipped his hat with his fat chubby fingers and said, “Oh well, we tried”. I looked at him and said, “Yes you did”, and then my lips formed my thoughts and my voice rang out loud and clear, “Amazing Grace how sweet the sound that saved a~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"
MY GREATEST PRIDE
I take pride in who I am
All washed white and cleaned
By the blood of the lamb
I was purchased and paid for
On an old rugged cross
The blood of Jesus set me free
To live and reign with him eternally
All the prides of a sinful life
Shall not overtake me
I shall not fall
For I have listened to the call
The call is sent to one and all
A choice of our own free will
We can choose Heaven or we can choose Hell
I am a soldier marching in an army
The army of God
Marching toward a city of pure gold
There I will never grow old
My name is written in the Lamb’s book of life
It can only be erased by me, myself or I
But my mind has been made up for many many years
I plan on making it all the way to Glory Land
where God will wipe away all my tears