The memory is really quite vivid. We’d be sitting there in church in Quincy, Illinois trying to be still. Songs were being sung, trays passed, prayers prayed. Then it would happen. We’d begin this slow and low song, almost like a funeral dirge... and I’d start to cringe. Though the verses passed at a snails pace, I knew the chorus would hit us with a rush… a very scary rush. Before we’d even hit the chorus, I’d see it: a huge, almost pond-size, bowl of gravy with a lone hand reaching up as if grasping for a life preserver. Then it would start. “Up from the gravy he arose, he arose…” Scared me to death! And I don’t mind saying, it made me quite leery of those mashed potatoes and gravy we’d be having soon after.
My friend James Glasscock was always afraid of some mysterious stranger named Andy and questioned why he would want to walk with him and talk with him. Once again, it was due to these crazy church songs. “Andy walks with me, Andy talks with me, Andy tells me I am his own.” That’s enough to frighten any small kid away from church.
-------------------------------------------------------------------
On another note, my mom begins a new journey today. My folks now have internet in their home! So welcome to the web family mom.
That means you guys need to watch your language from here on out.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Rush Family 06
This blog serves three purposes. It gives me an avenue to share my walk with God, provides opportunities to keep up with friends who live far, far away and it lets me post pictures of my three beautiful children and one beautiful wife. Scroll all the way down to see a photo of our family taken in August of 06
Rush Family 06
7 comments:
In our songbook, it was "Up from the gravy BOAT!" :o)
Too funny...
We used to sing "he socked me, and bopped me, with his redeeming blood... He loved me air I knew Him..." We would sit there and think "man these church songs are weird."
Then you get to make up your own words... "I once was lost in sin, I wish I was again.." That always drew funny looks...
Love you guys. Miss you guys.
J
"When the roll is called up yonder I'll be there" always made us long for the sermon to be over and those yummy potluck rolls to ascend to our mouths.
My kids sing:"who built the ark? No ONE NO ONE". I was always conscience stricken when singing 'O My God (echo O My God) I trust in thee (I trust in thee) let me not be ashamed let not my enemy triumph over me.' I hummed the 'O My God' part.
Good post! Very funny.
Well, this one is not a song (altough I used to worry about singing "Oh my God" as well), but a few weeks ago, the gentleman leading the Lord's Supper read the 23rd Psalm, and at the last line he read, "Surely and goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life," so naturally Chad and I looked at each other and he asked me, "Who's Shirley?"
Speaking of Shirley (this one is a song), for years I thought "if you're happy and you know it" then you watched "the Laverne and Shirley Show".
How about "Are you sowing the seed of the King, dumb brother."
Just can't sing that one with a straight face.
I have a couple to add:
-- 'Here we are but straying pilgrims" - a teammate in Lesotho would sing it, looking as if her rear (butt) was dragging her away.
-- "I was sinking deep in sin" followed by "Weeee". Funny, but shouldn't be . . .
Post a Comment