With deepest respect, I remember...
 

I remember...

in 1962 our church (then named Apostolic Faith Tabernacle) had the dedication services for the new building.

It was a big deal for us...three days (Thurs., Fri., Sat.) of special guests and choirs, but the highlight for this 11 year old was that Bro. and Sis Urshan were here all weekend!!

What a thrill to have them here, not just for one service, but the entire weekend. They brought Nathaniel Paul and Sharon with them, as well as Bro. Hugh Rose.

I shall never forget that he stood at his seat on the platform and in the middle of service sang The Holy City. That stands out to me because, first, I knew the song from hearing my mom singing and playing it on our upright piano at home. Second, at that time, that just wasn't the type of song you heard sung in Pentecostal churches.

Bro. and Sis. Urshan sang and played and he preached every night...it was wonderful.

The church served meals for I can't tell you how many people...before and after service. My mom and dad were workers in the Kingdom as far back as I can remember, and these services were no different with them working till all hours in the kitchen.

I remember that they put us down to sleep in the back of our station wagon while they worked, and we didn't miss school on Friday.

It was a wonderful time and the memories are rich.

I remember...

Bro. Urshan preaching here in the late 70s and saying that one time Sis. Urshan had been in the hospital...he walked in the room, and she said, "I have been waiting for you to get here so we could have prayer."

He said that they prayed together every day of their married life.

I remember...

living in Pasadena, Texas in 1973...I wasn't saved, but when I went to church, I attended the church pastored by Bro. Arless Glass.

The Urshans came for some district thing and I went because I always loved to hear her sing.

Sis. Urshan stood at the mic (some young man whose name escapes me played for her), and she sang

The next hand you shake could be the hand of the Savior
The next step you take could be on streets of purest gold
Your next meal could be the Marriage Supper
And the next touch you feel He could be blessing your soul

Precious memories...

Wow! You are older than dirt!!!:icecream

(I can tell you replay some wonderful memories of childhood just as I do. I have great memories of a wonderful pastor and family)

Barb,

I also have so many PRECIOUS memories of them that I could never speak of them all. Some of those memories were one on one, campmeetings, conferences, untold many church services, baseball games, and the two nights that his Dad spent in our home so...so...long ago, his playing the piano and singing in that minor key. More memories indeed than I can ever recall on the spur of the moment. O! And then there was that awful stuff that he made us kids drink that he made that tasted awful as he declared that it was good for whatever ailed us. So many, so many memories.

I loved those dear people.

I just have memories of knowing them from afar.

Those of you who met them and knew them well are blessed.

LOL!! That be me...:heeheehee

You know, CC1, I wonder if those coming behind us will have the memories and hold them as dear as we...

I hope so.

BTW - You are the same age as my wife. Or as we call her "Mother CC1". The other day at church they sang her song. "Ancient of Days". (being the sensitive guy I nudged her and said "listen honey, they are singing your song!)

I never knew the Urshans. I think I heard him speak once at GC. Anyway, my condolences to the family.

This I will give to you for Sis. CC1...:thwak