SEPTEMBER 9th

The morning of September 9, 1994 was nothing spectacular. We awoke to a unique blend of fairly traditional Christmas music blaring from the clock radio. My wife loaded up the mini-van with an infant and a preschooler to drop them off at the babysitters while she headed off to teach kindergarten. Meanwhile, I headed north to downtown for what was to be the climax of a long struggle. After months of litigation and years of preparation, this was the day that everything came together.
Shortly after lunch on that Friday afternoon a reasonable gathering of ministers, lay leaders, businessmen, friends and family joined together in the lobby at 1249 Trade Street. After a time of prayer, testimonies, tears and commitment, the switch was flipped, the station was identified and programming began on the Triad’s first new frequency in over a decade. WBFJ-FM was born!
15 years – we commemorate today, we celebrate all month, and we thank God continually. I’m sure much has changed in each or our families over the past 15 years. That mini-van is long gone, the babysitter is now with the Lord, that kindergarten class is on the other side of their college education. In fact, the preschooler is now a freshman in college himself and the infant in the car seat is a few months from her own drivers’ license.
We don’t know where the next 15 years will take us, but we know Who will take us there
Shortly after lunch on that Friday afternoon a reasonable gathering of ministers, lay leaders, businessmen, friends and family joined together in the lobby at 1249 Trade Street. After a time of prayer, testimonies, tears and commitment, the switch was flipped, the station was identified and programming began on the Triad’s first new frequency in over a decade. WBFJ-FM was born!
15 years – we commemorate today, we celebrate all month, and we thank God continually. I’m sure much has changed in each or our families over the past 15 years. That mini-van is long gone, the babysitter is now with the Lord, that kindergarten class is on the other side of their college education. In fact, the preschooler is now a freshman in college himself and the infant in the car seat is a few months from her own drivers’ license.
We don’t know where the next 15 years will take us, but we know Who will take us there
