I just wanted to say that my memories of the church that I grew up in, Are what I think being a Baptist is all about...
I remember wooden pews...hymnals..with Just as I am...bringing in the sheaves...all those classics...a piano and an organ...with a church choir. A pastor whose voice boomed over us waking us...Vacation Bible school, trying to memorize the books of the bible, bible verses,..Food
My grandmother's church in MO...included millions of daddy long legs congregating outside it's door..their attendance was greater than the people's....one piano...six people.. fans...
ah..what do you think of when you think of your faith?
I remember wooden pews...hymnals..with Just as I am...bringing in the sheaves...all those classics...a piano and an organ...with a church choir. A pastor whose voice boomed over us waking us...Vacation Bible school, trying to memorize the books of the bible, bible verses,..Food
My grandmother's church in MO...included millions of daddy long legs congregating outside it's door..their attendance was greater than the people's....one piano...six people.. fans...
ah..what do you think of when you think of your faith?