They were all too young to
remember little churches in the wildwood.
Not exact matches
Leave a
little room on the edges, don't fill it all up,
Church, with consumerism and light show performances or with hermeneutical gymnastics and atonement theories: leave a
little room for the Love and the breathing, for the
remembering and suffering, for the grieving and the longing, and the Holy stirring of an interruption.
In this column, Ben Lowe
remembers the
little known but very steadfast Larry Gibson, a resident of the Appalachian Mountains who devoted his life to protecting the mountains he loved, and who motivated
churches to join him.
«We spent a
little time with Peter to decide on the form of the sculpture - it was important that it offered something to reflect upon as people enjoy the open space of our
church grounds, or as they visit to
remember a loved one.
It probably shouldn't have struck me as odd that a people whose only contact with the America of
little brown churches is some faintly remembered trip to a grandmother's farm or an occasional dose of television's «Little House on the Prairie» should mourn the passing of an age and lifestyle now deemed better than thi
little brown
churches is some faintly
remembered trip to a grandmother's farm or an occasional dose of television's «
Little House on the Prairie» should mourn the passing of an age and lifestyle now deemed better than thi
Little House on the Prairie» should mourn the passing of an age and lifestyle now deemed better than this one.
I'm live in South Africa, which makes it a
little different I think that's what I'm trying to say — the
church is bigger than your context, and I think this is something good to
remember.
When Bob Cratchit brings the
little crippled boy home from
church on Christmas, he says to his wife: «He told me, coming home, that he hoped people saw him in the
church, because he was a cripple, and it might be pleasant to them to
remember upon Christmas Day, who made lame beggars walk, and blind men see.»
When I was
little, I
remember my parents having a big group of people from our
church out to our farm on Easter morning for an outdoor sunrise service.
I
remember when I was a
little girl, my father would take the entire family to the
church and we'd Continue reading
And I
remember wearing
little white gloves and carrying a
little white wicker purse to
church in the early 60's... wonder where those are now?
I
remember as a
little girl holding my mom's hand in
church and wishing someday I would have some beautiful gloves like hers.
The Lord ended up having different plans for us but I
remember the initial plans for our startup and our wonderful
little church in Oregon that we missed.
When I read the words to the song I had tears because I
remember my beautiful mother singing this as a solo in
church one Sunday when I was
little.
I have two small red chairs from our
church nursery from when I was a
little one, I even
remember sitting in those chose.
I have too many favorite memories to
remember - I think one of my favorite is our Christmas eve dinner with my family - even though we all have family's now, it is still one of the traditions that has remained from when we were
little kids - We go to
church, come home and eat a dinner where a Ham & mozzarella stuffed meatloaf is the centerpiece of the meal.