Memories...oh how I love them! I remember going to Grandma's house in Southern California in the summertime. I always slept with Grandma and she usually had the windows open, and a box fan running. I loved it! On Sunday night after we got home from church, we'd go to bed and she would reach over and turn the radio on, tuning into "Hour of Power." Pastor David F. Gray would be teaching. I hear her say, as if it were yesterday, "Oh, I love to hear that man teach!" As a little girl I couldn't understand her love for his teaching, because I didn't understand everything he taught, but I did feel the depth of his words, and the reverence to the Word he taught. It made an impact on my heart and mind that has stayed with me my whole life.
One of the things I miss about my husband, not pastoring a church are the many Bible studies he taught on Wednesday night. He taught with the same depth and reverence his Pastor, Bro. David F. Gray did. I've told him so many times, "I REALLY miss hearing you teach. You always fed my soul."
It's amazing the things that come to my mind. If you've read this whole status update, then you must be a true friend. Friends are the only ones who enjoy the ramblings of another friend. Bless you!
#thinkinoutloud
