Back when I worked at the pregnancy center, I used to plan and produce an annual Coffee House as a way of raising community awareness as well as some badly needed funds. This is me and a guy named Lloyd working out last minute projection glitches:
Every year five performers, or groups of performers, would donate their time and talent and each play a 20 minute set. They were all wonderful. It was at the very first Coffee House that I was introduced to the music of Don Francisco and to the song He’s Alive. It blew me away. The man who performed it sang with a rich, smooth, amazing, powerful voice while playing his twelve string guitar. As people were leaving at the end of the evening some of them asked me if he was Don Francisco. Once I heard Don Francisco I understood why. He looked like him, sang like him and played like him.
Wonderful memory, wonderful song, wonderful Savior.
Why am I sharing it today and not tomorrow? ‘Cuz I have another classic to share tomorrow.
Happy Easter Eve: