The Roy Houser Gospel Band

Growing up my family always went to church on Sunday nights. Sunday nights were less formal than Sunday mornings. Choruses would be sung, there would be a time for testimonies, the message would be shorter. I liked Sunday nights. I was allowed to wear shorts on Sunday nights.

Occasionally we would be treated to a performance by the Roy Houser Gospel band. More about the band in a moment, but first a little about Roy. He was a saint in his early seventies. He was married and had children and grandchildren who attended our church. Roy was a great guy, his love for the Lord was obvious. He was a person who reached out to others, and declared the love of Jesus.

Roy had his own gospel band. He was the leader, and played the bass guitar. Another lady played the accordion, someone else would play the piano. They had a somewhat folksy style. The band was not terribly talented, probably the reason they always performed on Sunday nights.

The band irritated my mom a little bit. When she heard that they were going to play she would say “oh brother!”. I liked the band, but not so much for the quality of music. It was nice to see a group of people playing who obviously loved the Lord.

I first realized that electric guitars weren’t evil because Roy had one. He had a bass guitar. It looked like something a rock band might use. My keen young mind realized that if Roy had an electric guitar and brought it to church, electric guitars must not be so bad.

Over the years it seemed like Roy’s band might die out. Some of the other performers aged and were unable to play. The band played less often. It made me sad.

But the band was going to live on.

One day Roy came up to me and said “Hey boy! How would you like to play in my band?” Roy never called me by my name. He always said “Hey boy!”. I don’t think he knew my name. Nonetheless I was honored to play in the band (I played the trumpet). I wasn’t the only new person to join. Roy was busy recruiting. The band would survive. A younger group now, with Roy still at bass. We still weren’t terribly talented.

One day I realized that fine music wasn’t the point of the band. It never had been. For Roy it was about praising the Lord and reaching out to others. He found people, like me, who enjoyed playing music, whom he could minister to. He brought us together. He told us how Jesus had worked in his life, and how Jesus could work in our lives too.

I played in the band until I went to college. After I left, Roy was still busy recruiting other band members.

Roy died about 10 years ago. Today he is no doubt playing his bass guitar for the Lord. I look forward to the day too when I go to heaven. I will see Roy there. I know what he will say too. “Hey boy! How would you like to play in my band?”. Then we will play music for the Lord.


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3 responses to “The Roy Houser Gospel Band

  1. What a terrific memory for you and what a great testimony! I'll be in the audience singing along and praising God right along with you.

  2. Thanks so much Kevin for letting me know about your post. I really enjoyed reading it even though it made me cry.:) I remember the band and when you joined! I could hear Grandpa's voice when you wrote, "Hey, boy"… You're right, he wasn't good with names. I remember going to the Walnut Grove nursing home with him on Sundays so he could play and I would sing. I'm sure he's still playing in heaven. I can't wait to see him again! The guitar is still in the family. His great grandson plays too and it's still used for God's glory. Thanks again!

  3. Hi Michelle, I can hear him saying "hey boy" too. The name thing never bothered me in the least, that was part of his charm. :) I'm glad to hear that the guitar is still used for God's glory.

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