Let’s Go, part 3
When they said,
“Let’s go to the house of God,”
my heart leaped for joy.
— Psalm 122
Who was it who first said to you something along the lines of “Let’s go to the house of God?”
When they said,
“Let’s go to the house of God,”
my heart leaped for joy.
— Psalm 122
Who was it who first said to you something along the lines of “Let’s go to the house of God?”
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joescheets
Most likely my dad on a Sunday to the nursery at church. He went to Sunday school too, so when I was two or three, there was Sunday school for me too. I had to write an autobiography in fifth grade. I had to ask a list of questions of my parents to complete it. One of the things I learned was that even before I spoke legible language, I knew when Sunday came around and was only happy when I made it to church. Since dad worked days every third shift (including a Sunday once or twice a month), I must have been a miserable (spoiled as I am told) child to be around those days no one else took me. That didn’t occur often. They even told me some embarassing (mostly to dad) stories of a few rare Sundays. I’ll spare you. I was a kick!
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