Good People

Posted by Traci at 6:50 AM

In thinking back on my early years, the times I stood and sang all 4 stanzas, I feel like someone wistfully remembering boot camp.  I hated waking up early and putting on church clothes, double hated putting those same clothes back on for night church, and was never fond of meet and greet time.  But as Audio Adrenaline said, I grew up impressed by the people I knew in the heart of the Bible belt, and I’m thankful for my training. 

I’m thankful for the slightly goofy guy who spent who knows how many years teaching squirmy kids who wouldn’t listen all about God’s love, somehow managing to have a sincere smile the whole time.  I’m thankful for the Sunday school teacher who spent half the class telling us about her husband, who wouldn’t come to church with her because she didn’t get up and make him waffles.  I’m thankful for Bible drills (for those unfamiliar with church-ese a “bible drill” is when someone calls out a Bible passage and you race other kids to find the passage first).  I’m thankful for the beautiful language and rhythm of the King James version that is so burned in my mind I trip all over myself when I’m voice interpreting for my heathen husband who uses another translation. 

I feel like God has called me to a different faith than the church I was raised in, one with more action than words (waaay more action than words).  But I can’t forget that the words are still important. 

The truths in those four stanzas were etched into me early, and so the groove is deep.  For that I will be eternally grateful to God and my parents.