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Topic: Singing (10/31/05)
- TITLE: Just Like King David
By Venice Kichura
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“Hello?” Thirteen-year-old Davey Richards grabbed the kitchen phone, hoping it was for him.
“Hi Dana,” said the sweet voice on the other end.
His heart raced as he heard the angelic voice of his next-door-neighbor, Julia Peters. But his heart also sank when he realized he’d been, again, mistaken for his twin sister, Dana.
Trying to lower his voice he said, “Nope, Davey here. I’ll get Dana.”
Bellowing out “Phone!” to his sister he sighed. Would his voice ever change? Even the girl he had a secret crush on didn’t recognize his manhood.
He was the only guy in the eighth grade whose voice hadn’t changed. He’d recently moved from a small country Christian school in Arkansas to a Fort Worth public school because of his father’s job transfer.
Besides feeling like a country bumpkin, he also felt like a dork---unaccepted and out of sync with his classmates. He loved to sing, but singing (especially soprano) wasn’t cool if you’re a teenage boy. What’s more, he was outnumbered---3 males to 40 females--- in the school chorus. Even though he was a gifted singer he knew he had to switch from chorus to woodshop to gain any masculine respect with his peers or points with Julia.
His popular sister had already made a circle of friends. But he continued to spend his lunch period, alone, holed up with a book in the library. If you didn’t have a table where you could sit with friends, it was better to go hungry. His fourteenth birthday was tomorrow. All he wanted for his birthday was for his voice to change soon so he’d fit in with the other kids.
But his Grandma Ruth, who lived with his family wasn’t worried. She also believed in her grandson. Whenever Davey’s dad had prodded him to play football, she would remind him that God had richly gifted him in music. “You should be who God created you to be,” she would tell him when he lamented over his high-pitched voice and five-foot-two stature. Grandma Ruth assured him that his singing was a gift, comparing him to the Biblical King David. She, also, was grateful how her grandson had serenaded her when she suffered with the shingles, claiming his anointed singing helped to calm and heal her,
But Davey was beginning to doubt if God was listening to his prayers. He loved Grandma Ruth but what did she know about being cool?
“Be patient, Davey,” Grandma Ruth continued to reassure him. “At the right time God will transform your beautiful soprano voice into a rich baritone. You just have to trust Him.”
Davey hugged Grandma Ruth and grabbed his backpack, heading for the bus stop with Dana, now off the phone with Julia.
Waiting for the bus was sheer torture. He felt invisible---tired of being ignored. The other kids included three football players, one hunk built like Arnold Schwarzenegger and another resembled Brad Pitt. They all competed for blonde, blue-eyed Julia’s attention.
As the teenagers congregated, they made plans to go to the circus on Saturday. If only he could muster up the courage to ask Julia to go with him….
Just as he opened to mouth to get Julia’s attention, everyone froze in horror at what they saw bolting down the street.
Apparently Buster the Bull had escaped from the circus and was charging toward them.
Screaming like tea kettles, the kids shot behind a hedge of bushes----everyone but Davey, who was raised on a farm with bulls.
He just stood there, alone,…….and started to sing.
“There’s power in the name, power in the name, power in the name of Jesus…” Although trembling, he continued to belt out the chorus.
As he sang, the bull slowed down…. then turned around and trotted away.
The kids slowly climbed out of the bushes, speechless.
“You rock!” Julia said, breaking the silence.
“You saved our lives!” Mark, the young Arnold Schwarzenegger look-alike, added.
“And your voice rocks,” he continued. “Hey, Dude, my Uncle Delwin is president of The Texas Boys Choir….He could use your voice.”
There’s something sexy about a man who sings,” Julia said.
“It’s nothing,” he said, hearing his voice crack for the first time.
Not only could he sing like King David but he also stood up to his Goliath, Buster the Bull. And, most of all, he could hear his new baritone voice finally beginning to emerge.
God had answered his birthday prayer.
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