Dispatches from Home – My First Hymn.

Greetings family and friends!

Question? What is the very first song–Hymn, Big Band, Opera or Operetta, Rock-In-Roll, Symphony, Musical, etc.–that you remember hearing. Me? It was the old hymn, “Holy, Holy, Holy.”

When I was a child, Dad, Mom, and I attended Biloxi’s Trinity Baptist Church. I couldn’t have been more than four or five and remember it was hot. I was squirming in the pew due to the sweltering summer heat ( no a/c in those days) while looking up at a fellow church member, Mr. Horowitz. He was always dressed to the nines but wore tan and white wing-tip shoes year round. He was tall as a Georgia pine and just as skinny.

As he sang, I was fascinated by his huge, bobbing Adam’s apple. In a loud, booming bass voice, he sang the last words to the first verse of “Holy, Holy, Holy,”: which wre “Blessed Trinity.” Not blessed with a biblical knowledge at that age, I just thought it was mighty cool that lit’ ol’ me was attending a church that had had a hymn written especially for it.

We left Trinity when I was in the ninth grade. I’ve not been back since. But often, when riding Mom around waiting for her dementia meds to kick in, I drive by that old church. I’ve often wondered if its ancient baptism pool is still in the old Fellowship Hall. Because it is there that a ten year old boy got baptized. I remember the sparkling water dancing around me and have never regretted my decision to follow Jesus in that old church.

Later Reminiscing Gaters!

(Originally posted march 23, 2018)