The old hymns come back to me in the early hours.
Remembering the Melodies
The old hymns come back to me in the early hours.
The old hymns come back to me in the early hours.
If we kneel to honor kings and queens, surely it is also appropriate to kneel before children as we attend to their needs.
I remember one particular child who was pitching a lulu—screaming, grabbing things off the rack, colliding with other people.
I’d forgotten how powerful the vitality of a small child can be.
The young lady transformed into a whiny baby in an instant, complete with tears and angst.
It seems to me that the most significant moments happen when life is very busy.
I’ve been hearing from some of my friends that they are tired of their tax dollars being used to enable people who were too lazy to work.
His eyes were a haunted mix of fatigue and defiance, as well as a touch of joy, I think.
I told the young teens, “Your parents baptized you when you were little and raised you to hear the teachings of the church. But confirmation is your chance to take ownership of your thoughts and beliefs. Nobody can make you. Not your parents. Not me. Even God won’t. "
Don’t just assure the world that you’re not like them. Show that you’re different. Stand up for the LGBT and tell your brothers and sisters at Revival Baptist Church that they should be ashamed of teaching their children to hate and kill people.