For Whom The Sunday School Bell Tolls

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  1. Connie Pearson says:

    Being on the Cradle Roll. Being a Sunbeam. Marching behind the flags into the auditorium for VBS. Junior Memory drill. Training Union where you were encouraged to “say” your part, rather than read it. Evangelists wearing a different rainbow-colored suit each night FOR TWO WEEKS. Having to check off on your offering envelope if you were “on time,” or “studied your lesson” or “daily Bible reading.” On your birthday putting a penny in the jar for each year for Lottie Moon . . . and knowing exactly who Lottie Moon was.
    Shall I go on? Well, these would apply to my grandchildren. My children DID experience a few of these. Well, maybe not.

  2. Brian says:

    My grandfather rang the Sunday School bell 5 minutes before SS was to start and my Dad rang it with 5 minutes to go in the SS hour. Every Sunday we sang “The Lord Is In His Holy Temple” right after the SS bell rang. And we were happy if there were 100 people in Church that day. My how things have changed. Great post!

  3. Amanda says:

    My Daddy was SS Superintendent when I was growing up. I played the piano for the Youth Dept opening exercises. We sang “Standing on the Promises” every Sunday. The entire congregation sang “There Shall Be Showers of Blessings” faithfully during the summer droughts being in a farm community. Revival was the way kids knew the summer was over and school was starting back. And yes the entire family went every night – Daddy even came in from the fields early to go each night. The Doxology was always sang after the offering which happened BEFORE the sermon. The Lord’s Supper was quarterly (just like conference – Daddy was the moderator). The Deacons (Daddy was chairman each time he served) led the congregation out of the church after the Lord’s Supper singing “Blest Be the Tie” a cappella. VBS was the highlight of the summer and the only time you were allowed to wear shorts and flip-flops to church!

  4. Anne says:

    What makes me sad is that so many of the things from the “olden” days are made fun of instead of valued as part of tradition. Guess that makes me one of those old ladies now.

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