For Wilshire Baptist Church
Sunday we closed worship at Wilshire by singing “Sweet, Sweet Spirit” by Doris Akers. I was not feeling well and watched at home on live stream, but I texted LeAnn: “Just stay in your seat until it ends.” As far as I know, nobody got hurt.
I say that because one of the near-folkloric tales in our family is that sometime in the 1970s at the height of that song’s popularity and before it made it into the hymn books, my grandmother had her fill of it being sung in their service every week and decided to walk out of church. She stepped out the front doors of First Baptist Sherman, took a tumble and broke her arm.
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