Del Delker

I guess I’m kind of hardheaded. I mean, I rejected the call to join Voice of Prophecy three times. After the third call, I was pacing the floor, wringing my hands, tears streaming down my face—what should I do? My mom, perceptive and wise, said, “Del, you remind me of Jonah running away from Ninevah. If it bothers you that much, you’d better go!”

Accepting the call to come to the Voice of Prophecy to sing for the Master was a life-changing decision. And for the past fifty-five years I’ve tra...