I grew up spending the summers in a Southern (fried) Baptist Church with my grandparents. A lot more soaked in than I'd have guessed, especially the music. I discovered this when I stood up for the last hymn in a Methodist church, heard the all-too-familiar opening chords of "Just as I Am," and began silently begging someone, anyone, to answer the altar call because I had a lunch meeting at 12:45 and back in the day, Brother Billy never, ever let the song end until SOMEONE answered the call. :)
One of my favorites!
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*raises hands into air* Alleluia!
ReplyDeleteI grew up spending the summers in a Southern (fried) Baptist Church with my grandparents. A lot more soaked in than I'd have guessed, especially the music. I discovered this when I stood up for the last hymn in a Methodist church, heard the all-too-familiar opening chords of "Just as I Am," and began silently begging someone, anyone, to answer the altar call because I had a lunch meeting at 12:45 and back in the day, Brother Billy never, ever let the song end until SOMEONE answered the call. :)
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