The Singing Evangelist

We call Ezra our future worship leader. At any given moment the bediapered towhead will launch into song at the top of his lungs. Often accompanied by strumming on his little toy guitar. "The B-i-b-l-e" is one of his favorites, or you'll hear him singing the lines, "He came from heaven to earth, to show the way. From the earth to the cross, our debt to pay. From the cross to the grave, from the grave to the sky, Lord I lift your name on high."

What's so great about Ezra is that he doesn't reserve his performances for the relative anonymity of the Sabo living room. No way Jose. He takes his singing on the road. Or in the grocery aisle, or doctor's office, or wherever he may find himself. The other morning he serenaded the staff at the nearby immediate care center with some of his greatest hits. And he's not just singing in a conversational tone. The little dude belts it out at the top of his lungs. When we're rolling down the cereal aisle, I'm absolutely positive the shoppers in the produce department can get a load of Ezra's rendition of "Jesus Loves the Little Children."

We predict big things for the littlest Sabo boy (for now at least) with the big lungs and big voice.