There is something about a good old gospel hymn that stirs the warmth and brings peace down deep in the soul. It’s hard to put into words so all I can do is say that it is the best feeling of contentment there is to be had. Maybe that’s why I don’t like secular “gospel” music that much. It doesn’t really invoke that feeling within me. Good old gospel reminds me of the days my momma would dress me up in that pretty little white dress with the shiny patent leather shoes and send me off to church with my little new testament bible in hand. The days when I’d be singing out loud (though I can’t sing) to Jesus with all the enthusiasm my little pint sized heart could muster. Man those were the Pollyanna days and I had not a care in the world. There’s something to be said about having childlike faith. When you have the faith of a child you just “know” (no you don’t think) that everything is gonna be alright. And because you know that it’s gonna be alright and you know that God’s gonna see you through, It just happens. That’s the kind of faith we need to have.
Matthew 18:2-4 (New International Version)
2He called a little child and had him stand among them. 3And he said: “I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. 4Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.