VIBECHEK Music
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        Kenny Kosicki - Bass Guitar -Vocals. Session player with International experience. Artist/writer  in residence.
 
A boy’s paper route + his dog.
 
 
 
 
Psalm 133 read by Jonathan Settel
FAITH
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Upon constructing this website, I decided early on that I would ignore the ” political correctness” trends of today, and that I was not going to hide my faith in God through Jesus Christ. It would be selfish of me to withhold this great love of God to others, and I pray that my life and testimony will encourage and bless you. My grandparents were originally from NYC, but moved to the suburbs of Connecticut where my Dad was raised. I grew up in Middletown, Connecticut with seven brothers and sisters, raised by an Italian Mom and a Polish/Irish Dad. How “New England” can you get with that heritage...!!! I rode my bike when I did my morning paper route, (except when it snowed), and my dog Missy would always run by my side. The unconditional love that Missy had for me and my family taught me of a love I will never forget. This love is something that I would re-discover later on in my life. As I rode along, I’d fold the papers in between the houses and throw them onto the porches of my customers. I guess you might call me a normal kid trying to stay out of trouble. There was something special about my paper route. I can’t explain it, but there was a peaceful presence that would sometimes follow me along the way. I also would notice this as I rode my bike to Mass to serve as an altar boy. As the sailor hears the call of the sea, or the rugged hear the call of the mountains, I too was hearing a call that I could not quite understand. It was not a natural call, it was a supernatural deep longing that I would learn to understand as I grew older. All I know is that my paper route with my faithful dog was a place of quiet solitude in the early morning in the beautiful setting of New England. I kept that paper route for several years, and at times, I could still remember the presence of someone with me. Whether they were angels or some other being it does not matter at this point. All I know is that I always felt a warm peace in my spirit even as a young man. At the end of my route, I would return home, and make coffee for my Mom and Dad before they woke up. As I grew older, I sold my paper route, (boy, was my Mom mad...!!!), and started working in a restaurant across town after school. In the meantime, I discovered the love I had for music and started to develop my skills at an early age. Along with the environment of young musicians, I started to hang out with the wrong crowd, and my life became increasingly more empty. There was a deep void in my heart and soul, and it kept getting deeper. My personality always covered it up, but my insides were hurting. Also during this period, my family was experiencing some trouble, so that made things worse. I totally forgot of my peaceful paper route as a young man at this point. Somehow I managed to make it through high school, and immediately went on the road as a bass player after I graduated. At this point, my life was pretty much out of control, but I had no idea. I was pretty foolish back then, constantly making bad decisions. It almost seemed like I was running away from something, although I couldn’t quite figure where I was going and who I was running from. All I know is that I felt very empty inside. After about three years, I moved back home, met a singer and married her within a year. We moved to Florida where her parents lived. Our marriage didn’t last, but I stayed in Florida so I could see my beautiful daughter Elizabeth grow up. Now I had the additional pain of divorce, plus the general feeling of emptiness. During this period, a friend kept asking me to come to church with him. I kept dodging him, but boy, was he persistent! Just to quiet him, I told him I would meet him there. I brought Elizabeth with me, and we sat in the back row. As soon as I got there, I felt a peaceful presence that I had not felt in a long time. It was like my paper route. Well, the pastor preached, and it was like he knew everything about me. As a matter of fact, I thought my friend told him about me. Well, he certainly ” read my mail”. As he continued to preach about Jesus and Him dying for my sins, and that I was forgiven at Calvary, I felt a very real warm presence within my body. Tears filled my eyes, and my two year old daughter just looked into my eyes like she knew what was going on. The pastor gave an altar call to see if anyone would like to repent from their sins and turn there life over to Jesus Christ. I ran down the aisle. I actually experienced the power of God get me off my seat and down to the altar. I gave my life to Jesus that day, and that peace has never left me since. Yes, I still make mistakes, and yes my emotions still run amuck, but the “Peace that passes all understanding in Jesus Christ” never leaves. He will never leave us or forsake us. When he died at Calvary for us, he took all our iniquity, and wants us to lay our burdens down. If you felt a tugging at your heart as you read this, please open your heart and mind and let Jesus into your heart. If you would like to talk more about this, please contact me here. Do you remember your paper route? Contact.htmlshapeimage_6_link_0