I can remember those days when we would go to church… on Sunday night and God would rain down His Spirit. Everybody was trying to get into the move of the Spirit… I remember us being in the church, and the church would be packed on Sunday night… And the Lord would allow the Spirit to fall and fill the house. Folk would find themselves speaking in tongues and praising God. Those same people didn’t hardly have a house to go home to. The same people that would stand out on the bus line and didn’t worry about having shoes to go with their outfit – they just wanted to have shoes period. Some of those folks standing on the bus line would have holes in the bottom of their shoes. Dancing a few moments ago with holes in the bottom of their shoes and they’d go out and stand on the bus stop. But they were glad to be in the presence of the Lord. Glad to be in the presence of the move of the Spirit of God. They never had a problem to raise their hands in the house of the Lord. The Spirit would move and hands would go up!
Mothers would come into the church; at home [they] were sick and struggling all week long. They would pull along the curb and we’d help them out of their car and they’d start speaking tongues. They’d go and open the door, and before they walk into the church, speaking in tongues! Just glad to be in service. And their songs were reflective of how they felt. They didn’t have all these complicate songs; They just had songs that said, “Glad to be in the service one more time, one more time, one more time, Lord, I’m glad to be in the service one more time” And God would just move like that… That was what we did. It was what we expected.
We would leave home not knowing what things would be like when we got back. Most of the time, we would leave home and not have a Sunday meal to go back to, but by the time service was over, God would have blessed somebody… Somebody would go back to Mother Gloria’s kitchen and start opening cans and stirring up something. By the time we sat down to eat it was good… and we enjoyed ourselves. We’d sit on the front porch and we’d read the Word, study the YPWW lesson until the time to get ready to go back to church… It was all about church. It was what we did. It was our lives. And we loved it.
Administrative Assistant Marvin Sanders, Pastor of Shiloh Temple COGIC
Sunday, August 21, 2011