Family Tales

For anyone who grew up in the South as I did and has since migrated away to larger cities or even out of God’s country altogether, SeeJaneMom, nails that disconnect you feel upon returning.

This quote alone takes me back to a Sunday morning some months ago while driving to worship when we passed a young Marine resplendently dressed in full kit driving a convertible Corvette. It was quite a sight, and I remember feeling so proud to be a citizen of a country that produced young men such as he. I also remember hoping that he was on his way to worship as well.

Resplendent in his military finery, Hunky Husband squired my backslid Baptist backside to the staid church of my childhood. As we approached The (The) First Baptist Church of Sleepy Southern Hometown, the nods of approval and expressions of gratitude caught me completely off guard. My husband, the Rock Star.

Here’s another gem for those who grew up singing from Hymnals who now worship in more media-friendly (ahem) congregations.

Nope. Karaoke for Christ had found my precious country church. And as a giant screen rolled down from the ceiling, I heard my young son murmur, “Cool. God in Hi-Def.”

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