Tales of a Church Nursery
This may not be the most profound blog I’ll write. Hopefully it will make you smile. Smiling and joy are sometimes the most profound of things. Having been in a place where joy was scarce, I am rediscovering it. I hope this give you at least a smile. There was a comment to my last blog, My Roots Are Showing . It was from an old and yet new friend. We grew up together, sort of… She is a several years younger than I am. I remember her well. I think her memories of our childhood are less. We were Norwegian children running through the basement of Salem Gospel Tabernacle, marching in the Sunday School Parade, attending released time, navigating the world of Brooklyn, and sitting under the teaching of a tall white haired Norwegian, Pastor Dahl. Here is what she wrote: Joyce, as you know, our roots come from the same Norwegian Pentecostal church -- and I remember the ladies with the "Pentecostal roll" hairdo. My earliest memo...