Woody

The notes of the trumpet wafted out of the instrument and into our ears and down into our souls…from one soul to another…his to ours and on and on...the trumpeter’s talents were not of his own abilities, but given to him by the grace of God and brought to life by his passion for sharing with others this incredible gift. Each note filled not only with the music it contained, but the heart of this man who loved the sound, loved the gift, loved sharing it with others, and most importantly loved the Creator of music who gave him all he ever needed. So talented in other aspects of life, and loved by his family and friends, this mans true passion was not of the skills he had achieved over life, but the gift of playing his trumpet which connected him so closely with the God who fully enriched his life. Woody was a trumpet player who played for God and we were given the opportunity to listen in. Woody probably never fully knew the gift he had been given, because there was no way of ever knowing the people who’s lives were changed by the sound of that gift. His trumpet will never play for folks any more, but for those of us that have heard the sounds of Woody’s
trumpet…we will carry the melody and part of his love into our lives forever.