I was never big on Gospel Quartets. At least not in my younger years. I don’t know why. I can’t actually say I’m big on them now either. However, I do find myself tapping my foot when I run across a few. What that says about me, who knows….

The quartet you will hear below, however, is pretty special for me. They definitely have my attention.

What you need to know is that one of the quartet members is my cousin, Mike. Now Mike is a great guy. He is the son of my aunt (and/or duh), that is my mothers sister.

What you don’t know is much. Like the fact that when Mike and I were kids, we’d sit on the porch of my grandmother’s and burn holes in very specific areas of the Sears ‘n Roebuck catalogue with a magnifying glass and thoroughly enjoy the experience. Or, that Mike and I were sent one day to the grocery store to get a morning paper and came back with roughly 25 copies.

Well, it was only 25 cents, and the door was open. It was all legal.

Anyway, my aunt died. Mike was without his Mom for the first time in his life, and at a young age. After she passed, his Dad, my uncle, abandoned the family and Mike and his two sisters were left to take care of themselves.

And they did.

I love you Mike. I’m proud of you for taking care of your sisters, and for pressing on with your chin up, face to the wind, and just being you. I give thanks that the Lord placed His hand upon you and never left your side.

Crossett, Arkansas is proud of you. Apparently, so are others…

You see, when Mike’s Mom died, my aunt (and/or duh), Mike prayed, among other things. He also sang a lot in his local church. It was one way he dealt with the loss of his Mom, my Aunt Alice.

The Lord work’s in mysterious ways, doesn’t He?

Today, my cousin Mike is traveling all over the place, state to state, on Cruise ships, singing in a Gospel quartet, and I mean all over the place, even recently being booked for a gig in Branson, MO.

Mike has been inducted into a few Gospel Quartet Hall of Fames since Aunt Alice died, and he’s still singing his heart out for the Lord.

Go, Mike. I love you brother. Sing it. And I promise I won’t tell anyone about the holes we burned into the foreheads of those Sears ‘n Roebuck models with that magnifying glass.

Here are a couple of clips of cousin Mike doing his thing for God’s glory! Mike by the way, is the short one. I know, you’re shocked. Hush.

Here’s another: