It is an absolute travesty that hymns have been taken out of worship.
I know some churches still use hymnals, but in general, those churches can only very loosely be called 'churches'. Like, it says it's a church on the sign outside, but God probably hasn't set foot in them for many moons.
Ok, I know God doesn't physically have feet. It's a metaphor. Go with it.
(However, if we're created in His image, how do we know that He doesn't have a body just like ours? He walked in the Garden with Adam. Or is that just communing, not physically being present? Hmm.......)
Back on topic. Hymns. Love 'em. So jealous that Mandy and Bryn get to go to hymnsings. Liberated a hymnal from the BSF church (who, by the way, just built a new sanctuary and did. not. put. their. hymnals. in. it. I only saved my hymnal from storage.)
But more than just familiar songs, hymns are a heritage. Just as stories are passed from generation to generation, hymns connect generations of believers. And even Bryn's generation has lost that connection. My children wouldn't have known a hymn if it hit them in the face.
This situation needs remedied.
Enter a couple CDs of hymns that are played in the car whenever possible.
Yesterday, after BSF, when 'Tis So Sweet came on, Daniel yelled, "We sang this in Bible Study!" Since I helped in Childrens' that day, I knew he'd sung that, but he recognized the song by himself.
And the past few times Hope has been in the car, she's sung along. Hearing my child belting Power in the Blood warms my heart and soothes my soul.
