I am imitating Grandpa Bobo.
My Grandpa Bobo was one of the funniest people that ever lived. Even though I have not met every person who has ever lived, my Grandpa was so funny that I feel perfectly safe in saying; "My Grandpa Bobo was one of the funniest people that ever lived."
When it came to church building, Grandpa was never failing in his work. I remember him driving around and picking kids up to bring them to church. I remember plenty of times when Grandpa and Grandma drove two cars to church because they had them both filled up with kids. Whenever I start to feel tired of driving around picking up kids, I remember them. Obviously kids knowing about Jesus was important to Grandpa, and it's important to me, too. I don't think that Grandpa ever forgot what it meant to him be saved from eternity in hell, by calling upon the name of Jesus in repentance. That is why he cared enough to go and pick up all those kids.
Grandma and Grandpa were a major part of starting at least two churches that I know of. I know that they spent time going from door to door witnessing. When my brother, my sisters, and I were young, it was always special when it was our turn to go on visitation with Grandpa and Dad. I remember having Bible Study for years at a couple's house, who were unsaved before Grandpa and Dad knocked on their door one day. Grandpa was not the Pastor of the churches, he attended, but he went door to door witnessing. In today's church, I believe that the door to door visitation/witnessing is believed to be the job of the Pastor. Also in today's church, many churches are dying out. If only more people in today's churches were like Grandpa Bobo, who didn't believe that door to door visitation/witnessing was only the Preacher's job. It is not just the Preacher's job , it is the Christian's job. When Jesus said, "Go ye into all the world and preach the Gospel to every creature," He was talking to all of us, not just the Preacher.
Grandpa was a very unique song leader, and I miss hearing him. He didn't just tell us a page number and sing along. Often he would tell us about who wrote the song and why. He sang with all his heart, he just put so much into the song. He loved to sing at home as well. I remember many evenings when Grandpa got out his guitar and Grandma went to the piano, my Aunt Sherry, Aunt Linda, Dad, and Mom, and Grandpa would sing in harmony. They sang old hymns, and not once did it sound like a funeral. That music was alive! Beautiful! I remember as a child watching Grandpa as he lead singing in church or sang with guitar at home. I knew that those songs meant so much to him. Now as an adult when I hear songs that Grandpa sang with so much passion. I listen extra careful to the words. I realize that he was teaching us all what was important in life by leading songs the way he did. These songs teach us about our lives as Christians, and Grandpa knew it. I don't know how many times I have been going through a hard time, and the words to a song that Grandpa led us in singing with his great passion, have gotten through that hard time.
Grandpa was a wonderful family man. He loved us all so much. Most of all I have learned from him, that your family is a gift from God, and you should love them with all your heart forever, no matter what. If they do something to make you mad, than you forgive them and keep loving them.
I want to share one of my favorite songs that Grandpa used to sing. I remember when I was a little girl, and I mean really, really little, like 5 years old, he led the singing for kids at church. He used to have us sing this one over and over, and he sang it with so much meaning, I know it meant a lot to him. Maybe this is the reason he loved all of his family so well, because he loved Jesus first.
There is a Name I love to hear,
I love to sing its worth;
It sounds like music in my ear,
The sweetest Name on earth.
Oh, how I love Jesus,
Oh, how I love Jesus,
Oh, how I love Jesus,
Because He first loved me!
It tells me of a Savior's love,
Who died to set me free;
It tells me of His precious blood,
The Sinner's perfect plea.
Oh, how I love Jesus
Oh, how I love Jesus,
Oh, how I love Jesus,
Because He first loved me!
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