David Wright writes...
"Mr. Atherton, may I please have your autograph?", the young boy asked me as I exited the Metrodome following an afternoon game in 1988. In order to make ends meet, I was employeed as a beer vendor by the Metrodome from 1988 - 2003. The lad (obviously) mistook me for the Twins' relief pitcher and began to cry as I explained over and over I wasn't Keith Atherton. I eventually gave in and signed his ball "Keith Atherton".
It's not the only time I have been mistaken for someone, I have had a drive through clerk drop my order because she thought I was Garth Brooks as well.
Not being a country music fan, I hadn't a clue who "Garth Brooks" was.
The week before Palm Sunday a lady stopped and talked with me after the service and asked if she knew me. Obviously, I'm not sure if she did or not. Who am I? What is my "faith story?" Good questions for certain. I don't have a favorite spot to sit in during Sunday services. In fact, I tend to drift around on purpose; one Sunday towards the rear on the left side of the church, the next, right side, middle, and the next....who knows? My seating is similar to my faith,...all over. I've been influenced by my mother, Pastor Al Maetche, who when finding out my father was deceased treated me as his own son, and authors such as Og Mandino, Norman Vincente Peale, and Anthony Robbins.
Faith to me can be summed up simply in being open to see what is being shown to you from God. It may be as simple as a breeze, or as straight forward as a billboard not seen before. Or perhaps, it's just a case of mistaken identity.
The prayer I share most often is: God grant me peace, love, health, happiness and the power of your holy light, now and forever, amen.
It's not the only time I have been mistaken for someone, I have had a drive through clerk drop my order because she thought I was Garth Brooks as well.
Not being a country music fan, I hadn't a clue who "Garth Brooks" was.
The week before Palm Sunday a lady stopped and talked with me after the service and asked if she knew me. Obviously, I'm not sure if she did or not. Who am I? What is my "faith story?" Good questions for certain. I don't have a favorite spot to sit in during Sunday services. In fact, I tend to drift around on purpose; one Sunday towards the rear on the left side of the church, the next, right side, middle, and the next....who knows? My seating is similar to my faith,...all over. I've been influenced by my mother, Pastor Al Maetche, who when finding out my father was deceased treated me as his own son, and authors such as Og Mandino, Norman Vincente Peale, and Anthony Robbins.
Faith to me can be summed up simply in being open to see what is being shown to you from God. It may be as simple as a breeze, or as straight forward as a billboard not seen before. Or perhaps, it's just a case of mistaken identity.
The prayer I share most often is: God grant me peace, love, health, happiness and the power of your holy light, now and forever, amen.
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