Mystic Men: Origin
The Mystic Men are three men... all with the name of Ross... two of whose immortal souls (Ross Sr. and Ross Jr.) have shuffled off this mortal coil, but whose spirits and legacy abide with the third (me).
My grandfather Ross (or as I called him, Grampa) was a quiet man, with a big heart and an unshakeable faith. In his callings as a general store owner and lumber salesman, he made the time to distribute little Gospels of John to his customers across central Maine. During the depression, he let his customers pay him in eggs, chickens, or whatever they might offer, leaving behind his kind words and his reputation for doing unto others as he would have them do unto him.
My father Ross Jr. (or as I called him, Dad-doo) had a gift for appreciating the most mundane aspects of life as gifts from God. In his years as a high school principal in Maine, he was beloved by students and faculty alike. He always had a song on his lips, and if he didn't, he would make one up on the spot. My family and I still fondly recite the words to many of those impromptu musical moments. He once recited the words to "He's Got The Whole World In His Hands" over the PA during his morning announcements. Quick to laughter, and slow to anger, his favorite scripture was Micah 6:8... "He has showed you, O man, what is good; and what does the LORD require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your God?"
As for me, I now live in New York with my lovely wife and (intermittently) our two sons. We attend St. Thomas Catholic Church where I'm involved in the choir and other ministries. I've felt called to do this kind of "ministry" (I guess you could call it) for a while now. While I kind of pulled a Jonah, running away from Nineveh, now I am committed to this... communicating their, my and our love of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit in music. Thanks for listening, and God bless.
My grandfather Ross (or as I called him, Grampa) was a quiet man, with a big heart and an unshakeable faith. In his callings as a general store owner and lumber salesman, he made the time to distribute little Gospels of John to his customers across central Maine. During the depression, he let his customers pay him in eggs, chickens, or whatever they might offer, leaving behind his kind words and his reputation for doing unto others as he would have them do unto him.
My father Ross Jr. (or as I called him, Dad-doo) had a gift for appreciating the most mundane aspects of life as gifts from God. In his years as a high school principal in Maine, he was beloved by students and faculty alike. He always had a song on his lips, and if he didn't, he would make one up on the spot. My family and I still fondly recite the words to many of those impromptu musical moments. He once recited the words to "He's Got The Whole World In His Hands" over the PA during his morning announcements. Quick to laughter, and slow to anger, his favorite scripture was Micah 6:8... "He has showed you, O man, what is good; and what does the LORD require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your God?"
As for me, I now live in New York with my lovely wife and (intermittently) our two sons. We attend St. Thomas Catholic Church where I'm involved in the choir and other ministries. I've felt called to do this kind of "ministry" (I guess you could call it) for a while now. While I kind of pulled a Jonah, running away from Nineveh, now I am committed to this... communicating their, my and our love of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit in music. Thanks for listening, and God bless.
The Mystic Men, from 1965... from left to right, Ross Sr., me, and Ross Jr. (also my grandmother, and my little sister) Sadly, all these beloved souls have passed on now, except me.