*Disclaimer: I am not a music guy *

I love hymns. I love the music to them, I love the theology that is contained in them,
I love the verse, chorus, verse, chorus structure (am I easily impressed?) Both of
the churches my family attends (Reality
Carpinteria [Calvary
Chapel] in the morning, Santa
Barbara Community Church in the afternoon) are more into modern praise songs for
worship than hymns. This is disappointing to me.

From the church I grew up in,
and my Dad, I have a lot of hymns rolling around in my head (at least the first verse
and chorus). Often, I will recall snatches of the words or tune, but not be able to
complete the song or will get the words wrong. I try to sing hymns to my kids, so
they will at least be familiar with them. Max knows 5 or 6.

The other night I was trying to keep Weezy awake for an extra hour and a half, so
I was singing to her and throwing her around. I wanted to get more verses to a hymn,
so I Googled the hymn and got the words. I also came across a hymn website with the
words to a ton of hymns. CyberHymnal.com also
has MIDI music and a short history on the hymn / hymn author. One hymn that I had
forgotten about was When
The Roll Is Called Up Yonder. With Weezy and Max (he can’t be away from his sister when she is laughing) each sitting on my knees we bounced up and down in Mom’s desk chair and sang out at the top of our lungs. By the time Mom got home and Weezy could go to sleep for the night, I was a giant sweatball (Max is heavy). It was a great time.