My children are the product of modern worship. Words are on a screen and 4 part harmony doesn’t exist. So they find the hymns sung in my parent’s Sunday School class (at 82 my parents are amongst the younger members) a novelty and beautiful to their ears. My youngest daughter has declared them to be the best choir she has ever heard much to the delight of these wonderful class members who embrace the presence of youngsters every time we visit. My children don’t hear their aging voices. Rather they hear the joy in which those old hymns are sung.
This is a beautiful and encouraging poem, Pete. God is never done with us and can use us at any age.
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And I never knew how young 70 seemed until I passed it by!
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Ditto!
My children are the product of modern worship. Words are on a screen and 4 part harmony doesn’t exist. So they find the hymns sung in my parent’s Sunday School class (at 82 my parents are amongst the younger members) a novelty and beautiful to their ears. My youngest daughter has declared them to be the best choir she has ever heard much to the delight of these wonderful class members who embrace the presence of youngsters every time we visit. My children don’t hear their aging voices. Rather they hear the joy in which those old hymns are sung.
Boy, I would love if you could put her joy in a bottle and send it our way! Thanks for sharing!
Her joy definitely lights up a room.