I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
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AND SEND ONE RIGHT NOW! I, with most Christians, want one. But how much price are we willing to pay. Many of us are going to give a couple hours today since it is Sunday. What things happened to bring … Continue reading
A BIT FROM THE PAST. I was about ten. Mon was ironing. I took the songbook in to her and asked her to listen to the songs that I knew in that book. I was so proud; I really knew … Continue reading
BRAY ALL YOU WANT TO BUT GOD WILL NOT BE MANIPULATED I have told you all many times that I am a very “churchy” person. I believe in the local church for education, worship, fellowship, and outreach. Sometimes I tell … Continue reading
I LOVE SINGING; I LOVE SONGS! Let the music begin … “A B C D E F G …WXYZ” “With a oink, oink, here, and an oink, oink, there…everywhere an oink, oink” “one little, two little, three little Indians” “Obadiah, … Continue reading
Just returned from Sunday morning church. Thankful for songs-songs that teach, songs that praise. The sparrows and meadowlarks sang together. I like it like that. Some skilled, some not so skilled, but singing together. WHEN SPARROWS AND SWALLOWS SANG – … Continue reading
COMMENT ON CHRISTIAN MUSIC. Praises, prayers, confessions, curses, complaints, word games, “trust & obey”, “woe is me”, history, instructions, testimonies. Some folks think it is a more “holy” thing to sing psalms to the Lord. They might be right … Continue reading
“Come on, Everbody. Let’s go have Thanksgiving,” called Mandy standing at the top of the stairs after the meal was completed and dishes “sort of” taken care of. She was about four years old: I have no idea why she … Continue reading