[Faith-talk] Daily Thought for Thursday, March 13, 2014

[debby phillips]

When I was a little girl, my family lived next door to a family 
with six daughters.  One of those daughters married a young man 
who pastored a small Methodist church near the School for the 
Blind in Oregon.  I would visit them on weekends.  This gave me a 
wonderful place to visit away from school, a feeling of being 
with family, and wonderful people who loved me.  One morning I 
got to ring the bell to call people to morning worship.  It was 
the kind that was in a steeple tower, and you pulled on the rope 
to get the bell to ring.  I remember Greg's hands helping me to 
ring the bell, and his laughter as the rope almost lifted me from 
the ground.  The people who attended this small church were 
country folks, and they didn't mind singing "Jesus Loves Me" 
because a little girl requested it.  I was only five, so I don't 
remember the sermons well, but I do remember the sound of those 
wonderful hymns being sung.  Although I like contemporary 
Christian music, I have a love for those sweet hymns sung long 
ago in that little church in Oregon.    Blessings,    Debby P.S.  
Sorry if this was too long.