I was raised in the Lutheran Church. Every Sunday was spent going to church. It was a small church, everyone knew everyone. And I was raised singing old hymns, which I never minded. I'm musically inclined and enjoyed that much more than the rest of it.
I'm watching Seventh Heaven and a tune came on and I immediately knew the words and sang along:
Blest be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love; The fellowship of kindred minds Is like to that above.
While that's a lot of old fashioned words, its a simple message. Which wasn't my point. How we are raised is ingrained in us, no matter how far from the original path we might stray. I stopped attending St John's (where mom attended for 50 years) in 1990. I joined another church, but after I left Cali, church was more in the background.
It's comforting to know that the simple things we learn in our childhood stick with us, and that music pulls memories out that we thought we had long forgotten.
If you have a chance, pull out some old music and let the memories wash over you.
