If it were up to the six churches we’ve visited out here thusfar, the kids wouldn’t have a clue what a hymnal was. Thankfully, both big kids love our nightly family worship time, in which we sing the hymns we never get to sing anywhere else. They run for the family worship shelf, grab hymnals for each of us, blissfully open them haphazardly, and sing along to our hymn of the week. Recently, we’ve all learned “I Know That My Redeemer Lives” and can belt out the refrain convincingly:
I know that my Redeemer lives–
glory, hallelujah!
What comfort this sweet sentence gives–
glory, hallelujah!Refrain:
Shout on, pray on, we’re gaining ground–
glory, hallelujah!
The dead’s alive and the lost is found–
glory, hallelujah!He lives, he lives, who once was dead–
glory, hallelujah!
He lives, my everlasting Head–
glory, hallelujah! (Refrain)He lives, to bless me with his love–
glory, hallelujah!
He lives to plead for me above–
glory, hallelujah! (Refrain)He lives, all glory to his name!–
glory, hallelujah!
He lives, my Jesus, still the same–
glory, hallelujah! (Refrain)
Have you had any success at all on the church hunt? I hope so!
Yes, we finally liked the church we visited this past Sunday. I’m definitely being stretched as far as worship/church style, and if we end up at this place, we will be the dorkiest family there by far. But if we do decide we’re hipster enough to go back, the kids liked the children’s church, and we liked the sermon–a rare combination, especially out here!