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What I've Learned from Andrae Crouch's Life

I'm watching the homegoing celebration of Andrae Crouch today. My history with Andrae goes back to when I was a child. My mom was a new Christian, and she LOVED his music. We'd listen to him in the car on the eight-track, and I was completely enthralled with it.

One memory that stands out to this day was when Andrae was supposed to be in concert in Shreveport. In the days before GPS and cell phones, we drove around for HOURS looking for the venue. Finally, my mom just gave up and went home. It would be years later before I actually got to see Andrae live and in person. He wasn't performing, but it was so good for me to be in his presence.

Now Pastor Crouch is gone, and I watch this celebration of his life, I'm humbled by the lives he touched all over the world. I'm moved by the way these people are paying tribute not only to his music and ministry, but to his love for Jesus and His people. It's a blessing to see that.

Beyond that, it gives us all a roadmap to follow for our own lives. Humility gets you much further than arrogance ever will. Your gift will make room for you, but it's your character that'll keep you in the room. And you want people to remember not only for what you did, but how you were as a person.

RIP Pastor Crouch. We thank God for allowing you to be a part of our Christian experience,

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