It's late...but I just had a memory flash... don't you love it when those things happens, all of a sudden you find yourself taken back to a place somewhere in your past...I don't know if that is a good thing or not...
Anyway, my mind just went back to my earliest recollection of Church...I had a memory of those Mother's and Father's Day programs in Sunday school... man those were big times at church. Every family member would not miss the program for the world...the sanctuary would be packed. I must have been three or four the first time I was given some poem to memorize and recite. I still feel sorry for the poor kid who drew a blank, talk about being embarassed or what.
Anyway the audiance was kind, it didn't matter if you forgot the words and had to have the teacher mouth every sentence to you... the audiance still applauded you on as if you had just recited all 66 books from memory... I think heaven is going to be like that - the host will be cheering us onward regardless how many times we forget our lines...
Seeing we have just come through Mother's Day and Father's Day is just around the corner...how many of you remember when everyone - regardless of age wore a red carnation if their parent was alive and a white one if their parent was deceased? A couple of years ago on Mother's Day I wore a red rose, the questions were unbelieable...some thought I was going for the Trudeau look...until I explained why the Preacher was sporting a red rose in his lapel. This year many at my church came with a flower pinned on and I expect the same will happen on Father's Day... I'll be wearing a white rose - just a rose, no greenery, just a single, simple white rose.
Sunday school, for those who still remember what that was, happened from 3pm-4pm....depending on the teacher it could be a short or a very, very long hour. Don't ask me why our church leaders chose Sunday afternoon for Sunday school - but it seemed to work very well, then again, if one don't know anything different than one will just keep doing it until something changes...maybe...
I always found it interesting that Sunday afternoon was the only time we didn't all go to church as a family...I mean we never missed being at all the other times the church door was open...nevertheless us kids always got dropped off and Dad and Mom seemed always in a rush to get back home...I tried questioning about that once...did you hear what I said....ONCE...
The church I grew up in was always called a "gun-barrel" church... as a kid I always thought it had something to do with the way the devil got shot each week...it wasn't until later years that I learned that it was in reference to the style of the building... long and narrow...it certainly was a long way from the back to the front of the church. Our church had three very long sections of pews...one unique thing about that church was husbands and wives did NOT sit together during the services.
No I am not lying...all the women sat on one side and all the men sat on the other side and the kids, teens, young adults sat in the middle...and God forbid if you talked in church or got into a fit a laughing and couldn't stop- the women would all glare at you from the right side, and the men would lower their eye brows - believe me some of those men had eyebrows that could be used to make wigs, would scowl at you from the left side...
'nough memories for tonight... stayed tuned I have lots more to say...
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