I was just thinking, and it made me smile about a memory of my father. He was a quite strong christian man. Never wore his faith on his shirt sleeve, but was in a pew every Sunday.

What made me smile was I was thinking about the revival, and imagined them singing those new fangled praise songs, you know the ones that repeat the same verses over and over.

My dad, while a very kind man did not like repetition of words either in speech or song. If one of us boys was talking to him, and said the same thing twice, he would invariably say, "you already told me that".

He did not like preachers that repeated the same line over and over. Or praise songs that were repetitious. I think he believed that an intelligent man only needed to be told something once to hear it. Sometimes I would ask, "how was the service today?" And he would shake his head and comment about his dislike of those praise type songs that repeated the same phrase over and over. Both he and my mom were "Old Rugged Cross" type Christians. I like the old hymns the best too.

I was just thinking, and it made me smile about a memory of my father. He was a quite strong christian man. Never wore his faith on his shirt sleeve, but was in a pew every Sunday.

What made me smile was I was thinking about the revival, and imagined them singing those new fangled praise songs, you know the ones that repeat the same verses over and over.

My dad, while a very kind man did not like repetition of words either in speech or song. If one of us boys was talking to him, and said the same thing twice, he would invariably say, "you already told me that".

He did not like preachers that repeated the same line over and over. Or praise songs that were repetitious. I think he believed that an intelligent man only needed to be told something once to hear it. Sometimes I would ask, "how was the service today?" And he would shake his head and comment about those his dislike of those praise type songs that repeated the same phrase over and over. Both he and my mom were "Old Rugged Cross" type Christians. I like the old hymns the best too.

I was just thinking, and it made me smile about a memory of my father. He was a quite strong christian man. Never wore his faith on his shirt sleeve, but was in a pew every Sunday.

What made me smile was I was thinking about the revival, and imagined them singing those new fangled praise songs, you know the ones that repeat the same verses over and over.

My dad, while a very kind man did not like repetition of words either in speech or song. If one of us boys was talking to him, and said the same thing twice, he would invariably say, "you already told me that".

He did not like preachers that repeated the same line over and over. Or praise songs that were repetitious. I think he believed that an intelligent man only needed to be told something once to hear it. But sometimes I would ask, "how was the service today?" And he would shake his head and comment about those his dislike of those praise type songs that repeated the same phrase over and over. Both he and my mom were "Old Rugged Cross" type Christians. I like the old hymns the best too.

I was just thinking, and it made me smile about a memory of my father. He was a quite strong christian man. Never wore his faith on his shirt sleeve, but was in a pew every Sunday.

What made me smile was I was thinking about the revival, and imagined them singing those new fangled praise songs, you know the ones that repeat the same verses over and over.

My dad, while a very kind man did not like repetition of words either in speech or song. If one of us boys was talking to him, and said the same thing twice, he would invariably say, "you already told me that".

He did not like preachers that repeated the same line over and over. Or praise songs that were repetitious. I think he believed that an intelligent man only needed to be told something once to hear it. But sometimes I would ask, "how was the service today?" And he would shake his head and comment about those his dislike of those praise type songs that repeated the same phrase over and over.