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avanta7Today was my final Sunday at my church. The pastor called me up in front of the congregation to give me a blessing. It's a sweet little ceremony, perhaps unique to this particular congregation. I've never seen it done at any other Methodist church. I cried. Of course.
Then I sang the offertory, one of my favorite old-timey hymns, "How Great Thou Art." Perhaps I should say, I almost sang it. I made it through the first two verses all right, but I broke down on the third chorus. And then, and then, the congregation picked it up and sang the rest for me. And gave me a standing ovation afterward.
Hot Springs, a town roughly the size of Yuba City -- in fact, it's somewhat smaller -- has 14 Methodist churches. Yuba City has two. Well, three, but one's Korean. I don't speak Korean.
Finding a new church may be a challenge.
Then I sang the offertory, one of my favorite old-timey hymns, "How Great Thou Art." Perhaps I should say, I almost sang it. I made it through the first two verses all right, but I broke down on the third chorus. And then, and then, the congregation picked it up and sang the rest for me. And gave me a standing ovation afterward.
Hot Springs, a town roughly the size of Yuba City -- in fact, it's somewhat smaller -- has 14 Methodist churches. Yuba City has two. Well, three, but one's Korean. I don't speak Korean.
Finding a new church may be a challenge.
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Date: Jul. 11th, 2005 01:37 am (UTC)It sounds like todays service was beautiful.
Vickie