Remember what Sunday meant? When Sunday meant getting up early to go to Sunday School and Church? For men to wear clean, starched shirts with a suit and tie? For women to always wear a dress or a skirt that didn't rise more than 1" above the knees? For little girls to always wear a dress? For children to actually be a part of and behave in the church service and not be sent to a gathering place to "play" and have cookies & milk? When singing old fashioned hymns brought a tear to your eye, because there was a "real" message to be learned? Leaving the service humbled and wanting to be closer to God?
Remember what Sunday meant? Eating dinner with family or Godly friends instead of participating in a secular activity? Taking an afternoon nap? When night came and the Sunday night service you went? Laying your head on your pillow and saying your prayers?
Do you remember what Sunday meant?
This is what I learned and now remember, being influenced by my father and mother, who in turn were influenced by J. Frank Norris. Hebrews 11:4 ,,, “and by it he being dead yet speaketh”. And though he be dead, Dr. Norris’ legacy and influence for the good lives on!
“LORD, be merciful to me, a sinner”,
Gail Hawkins
Jan. 11, 2011
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