It’s obvious that I have not been very loyal to working on this blog. After all, it has been almost three years since the last entry and even that one was only the second entry I had ever made. I can’t guarantee that I will improve on this, but at least I know that improvement is needed and I’m going to make an attempt at it.

For the past several weeks, thanks to a gentleman on Facebook who I guess should remain nameless since I have never met him – we shall just call him Jeff Parker because, that’s his name. Thanks to Jeff, I have been listening to an album I thought had been long lost since it has never been released on CD. This was one of my favorite albums in the 80’s by a band named In 3-D and the album was “No Glasses Needed.” Released in 1985 just before I became a Christian, it was one of the first albums I purchased after my conversion.

In those early months, I was hanging out at the Christian Armory in Atlanta, GA on a regular basis. Mainly because if it was available – the Armory usually had it in stock. “No Glasses Needed” was suggested to me by one of the music department employee’s and after listening to the demo I purchased the LP on the spot. In 1985, very few Christian albums were being released on CD thanks to the industry being reluctant to change after being burned so bad with an overstock of 8-tracks in the late 70’s. So the only choice at that time was to either purchase a cassette or an LP. I chose LP’s because you could easily record them to cassette and usually at a higher quality than the ones you could purchase.

Any ways, this album became a staple in my car. Heavily influenced by the Police with a little bit of Floyd thrown in here and there with some very tasteful guitar work. It was perfect for my newly found faith in helping me to let go of my past life. However the main memory I have of this album happened a year later. Fast forward to sometime in 1986 where I was working as the Youth Pastor at Decatur Wesleyan Church where Jack Vandiver, the associate pastor, had taken me under his wing and leading me through discipleship.

I started the youth group at Decatur Wesleyan with only two teenage girls attending the church at the time, but it quickly grew to over 30 kids in just a matter of months. One of those kids was a twelve year old named Michael. Michael’s mom and dad did not go to church, but his mom liked the fact that Michael had taken interest in something that she saw as a positive influence. I would swing by his house every Sunday morning and evening on my way to church and Michael would grab the “No Glasses Needed” cassette and pop it in every single time. He couldn’t carry a tune to save his life, but he knew every word to every song and we would sing and talk week after week.

I believe Michael was the first person that I was blessed to lead to Christ. If he wasn’t the first, he was the first one that I remember and just like me, he was on fire right out of the chute. He loved Jesus; he loved his new found faith and he wanted to be at church every time the doors were open. When I started my first discipleship group, he was in it and he was like a sponge. But no matter what the event was, if there was a cassette player involved, at some point In 3-D’s “No Glasses Needed” was going in.

I remember one time his parent’s asked me to drop by their house. They told me that Michael was not doing very well at school and they had tried everything they could think of to motivate him to bring his grades up but nothing seemed to work. They had decided that the one thing he seemed to enjoy the most was church. They had made the decision to ground him from church until he brought his grades up, and they would let me know when, and in my mind if ever, I could pick him up again. They asked that I not contact him during this time. I left that day thinking I would not ever get to see him again, but the youth at my church evidently had more faith than me. They would pray for him every week, even when I forgot to mention him. Some of them, I later found out, were actually helping him study at school and after a couple of month’s I got the call from his parent’s that I never thought I would get.

A couple of the teens asked if they could ride with me when I went to pick Michael up for that first youth meeting after the grounding. I remember knocking on his door and the smile on his face as we returned to my car. When I started the car up, one of the guys had already put this tape in and the singing began right off the bat, “He’s Livin’ In The Real World! Livin’ In The Real World! He Can See, It’s Right In Front Of His Eyes!”

As I listen today, I can see Michael’s face as well as that smile of his that seemed to never quit. The memories of the joy in that car on that one day are so real right now that it’s hard for me to believe that it was over thirty years ago. I have no idea where Michael is today. I don’t know what he grew up to do in life. I don’t know if he has a wife and kids but I truly believe that he has kept the faith; that he continued the course; that he will finish the race. From time to time I continue to lift his name in prayer before the throne. I have spoken of  his story to others as an example of dedication and accomplishment. And I know that someday we will meet again and we are going to walk those streets of gold together and we are going to sing, maybe even on key for a change. Most of all, we will see our Savior face to face in all His glory, No Glasses Needed!

Rick E. France