I miss the old days. I don't know if those days were better than now, but they were my days.
I miss singing real Christian songs in church. I miss singing songs that had stood the test of time. I miss singing songs that you only clapped on the chorus. I miss singing songs that you could sing harmony to. I miss not having to stand up for the entire song service.
I miss the church choir. Not because they were professional, but because they sang from the heart. I miss seeing my friends up on stage singing. I miss four part harmonies. I miss church choirs.
I miss the new convert love for one another. People were accepted and embraced. We shared time together. We shared meals together. We shared ministry together. We spent holidays together. I miss the early days when we were one big family, before we all had families of our own.
I miss pastor Mitchell in the early days before the Fellowship. I miss the variety of ministry that pastor exposed us to. I miss my pastor.
The old days may not have been better, but they where my days. I miss those good old days.
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