My ministry started in an old rickety church on the side of a hill in western Jamaica, West Indies. I was about 3 years old, but those memories remain vividly with me. My mother prepared me to deliver my first public recital, teaching me to deliver my lines with poise and deportment. The big day came and the little church was packed to capacity. Bright-eyed, I stood stoically on the platform, wondering why everyone in the audience seemed to be at least 100 years old. I stared straight at my proud and nervous mother standing in the rear of the little church. With dignity, I delivered my recital: "Jesus wept," I blurted out before bowing and exited the platform. The audience exploded with laughter and applause. The fond response from the audience gave me a sense of accomplishment and at that moment, I knew that I wanted to be in the forefront again.
Before long, I was back on stage, reciting and singing to the glory of God. My mother and grandmother had both served as choirmasters for our church, so the grooming for the limelight came natural for me. As I grew older, performing in churches became commonplace and I determined that one day, I would "record a song".
My focus shifted a bit as I married my beautiful wife and began caring for our four lovely children. I embarked upon a career in financial planning, insurance and real estate, first in Jamaica and then in the US when I emigrated in 1984. After my children completed their education, the singing itch became unbearable and I turned my focus back to my first love: music.