Texts: Deuteronomy 18:15-20; Mark 1: 21-28
Long after I had stopped believing the fundamental religion preached by my Southern Baptist Church, Miss Watson was the reason I continued to attend there. She was the idol of my life when I was sixteen – she was my choir director. It's strange how certain things grab you and hold you into a community even when you feel disconnected from it. For me it was the music.
I could separate the great old gospel hymns from their terrible theology because may of the old hymnodists who wrote them had a special talent of putting music and words together. Sometimes the lyricists collaborated with others, such as Fanny Crosby; sometimes, like James M. Black, they put words and music together in such a way that both caught your spirit that they could be sung even by the budding d...
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