Random ramblings from an amateur rock-n-roll historian and critic,self-professed bourbon aficionado, blackberry growin', jam makin', sometime tie-die shirt makin', ex hippie wannabe, turned punk rock lovein', blues festival going, middle aged pudgy bald white guy who loves to wear Hawaiian shirts in the summertime and happens to be more Stax than Motown, more Alman Brothers than Skynard, more Stones than Beatles, more NASCAR than Baseball, more freeware than license keys...
Sunday, September 3, 2017
I Cried
during worship today.
Twice.
Once during "Victory in Jesus" ( I let Karen's mom and everyone else know I think it should be New Chapels "Unofficial, Official hymn", and again during "Just as I am", which we usually don't use as the benediction.
Brother Ron mention our family friend who recently passed away and how he sat on the left side of the aisle (just like someone else you know :-) when he attended New Chapel. He went on to mention how others besides our family friend had found their calling at New Chapel and that it often gets over looked. I let it be known that when I joined New Chapel and put the picture of the congregation on FB that day, and it was our friend who commented and told a lot of the history of our church and let me know that he personally knew of four others besides himself who found their calling there.
Don't ever ask me to move my membership. It will never be up for discussion. Ever. I'm sitting here right now tearing up just writing this.
For some reason? I don't believe I'll ever attend that church alone again. It was just a very moving service today.
Obviously.
Love you Lucy.
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