The praise and worship was wonderful, and I was enjoying every minute of it. But the men who comprised the worship band were an unlikely combination. The twenty-something pianist and drummer had a hippie look going on….long hair and a scraggly beard. The teenage guitarist had a youthful, boyish face. Then there was the middle-aged and straight-laced backup singer.
He stuck out like a sore thumb. The other band members were sporting their ratty T-shirts and blue jeans, and this gentleman had on a brightly-colored ironed golf shirt and neatly-pressed slacks. His hair was closely cropped and at nine o’clock at night he did not even have a five o’clock shadow.
One of these things was not like the others.