Perhaps the younger generation has missed out on the experience of Sunday best, so I’ll recap briefly. Even when I was just seven or eight I had to put on dress pants, a shirt and tie and last but not least : black leather shoes. I say last because the Sunday morning ritual given meContinue reading “Our Sunday Best”
In this busy angry confused world I sometimes wonder: whatever happened to Sunday. I fondly remember walks I took with my Grandfather early on Sunday mornings. He would hold my small hand as we walked the two blocks from his house to pick up his paper at the drug store which in those times wasContinue reading “Did you ever Wonder Whatever Happened to Sunday?”
Some complain there are no hymns today that measure up against the classics of old, But I am loving the simplicity of this modern hymn by Stuart Townsend and the wonderful humble presentation by Lindsay of Sounds Like Reign. May you be blessed with a quiet and worshipful Lord’s day.