Your Favorite Memories of the 1940s

[Subdued]

Originally Posted by Brother Strange

It was an innocent day, P.O.

Today, people's mind have been so warped that it is incredible. It is like the human race is a difference species of beings than they were in that day. It is a strange-weird, warped mentality that I can't explain. I look at the average human being today, it is almost like I'm looking at a species of humans that I've not known before.

Did your parents or grandparents say the same thing about your generation? (Genuinely curious.)

My folks got married in the 40s and both received the Holy Ghost in the 40s. My dad accepted his call to preach in the 40s and my oldest sister was born in 1949 (I think maybe 1950)...

Originally Posted by Malvaro

Bro Strange, what was Jesus like when He walked the earth back in the 40's??? Share some stories with us....



We all love you Bro Strange

He did walk the earth. The Goodmans said that "God Walks the Dark Hills."

Share some stories? I've got a lot of them. Most of them center around church.

[Beard]

On the other side. Treasures there have
Treasures that this world could never buy
When I reach that city and gates open wide
I'll find my treasures waiting on the other side. In the key of F, of course.

yep, Brother Strange always sang in the key of F....that is 1 flat.

Originally Posted by Trouvere

My parents were married in the forties.My dad was born in 1921.
I have great pictures of them.He used to tell me about the tent
revivals that came around South Louisiana.I read about them in
the pentecostal history books.Sister Marie Lafleur.
Remember that name Brother Strange?

I remember sister LaFleur very well.

She was the only lady that I ever knew that was transported like Philip for many miles from her home to a brush arbor where her husband, Robert was camped. I once dated one of her grand daughter. I don't remember which one. Arlene and Darlene LaFleur were identical twins. I never knew which one I was taking out.

[Pressing-On]

Originally Posted by Brother Strange

I can still out-do most of the young 'uns though.

I feel like that I've just reached my prime. In fact, I was thinking about seeing if the military could use me in Iraq. The wife discouraged me. She's a lot wiser than I. But, I would sure love to give it a try.

That might just end that conflict!!!

[Pressing-On]

Originally Posted by Brother Strange

It was an innocent day, P.O.

Today, people's mind have been so warped that it is incredible. It is like the human race is a difference species of beings than they were in that day. It is a strange-weird, warped mentality that I can't explain. I look at the average human being today, it is almost like I'm looking at a species of humans that I've not known before.

It was an innocent day. I just was thinking of Tom Sawyer when I read your post. lol!

I just want to know how you managed to make it home - naked as a jaybird - without being seen by anyone other than your companions at at large? lol!

[Trouvere]

Originally Posted by Brother Strange

I remember sister LaFleur very well.

She was the only lady that I ever knew that was transported like Philip for many miles from her home to a brush arbor where her husband, Robert was camped. I once dated one of her grand daughter. I don't remember which one. Arlene and Darlene LaFleur were identical twins. I never knew which one I was taking out.

They are credited with starting may South La works and winning alot of souls.

Originally Posted by Subdued

Did your parents or grandparents say the same thing about your generation? (Genuinely curious.)

No. Genuinely serious.

Once, in the early 1960s, I was doing my usual interrogating of my mother of Apostolic meetings way back in the 1930s and before. She made quite a remarkable statement that I've never forgotten since it was such a vast contrast to the 1960s.

She said in those days that the heaven was so close to the earth that it was almost impossible to raise your hands upward to praise the Lord without the power of God literally knocking you down to the sawdust covered ground. There, very often men and women were taken out in visions and into scenery that was too wonderful to tell, though they tried.

A great change seem to be underway in the 1940s that has continued on to this day. I can remember very well how differently Apostolic worship was in those days compared to the junkin' and jivin' that goes on today in the name of Apostolic worship. Greaaaaat difference. But, I confess, I luv it too. But, the difference is noted.

[Subdued]

Originally Posted by Brother Strange

No. Genuinely serious.

Once, in the early 1960s, I was doing my usual interrogating of my mother of Apostolic meetings way back in the 1930s and before. She made quite a remarkable statement that I've never forgotten since it was such a vast contrast to the 1960s.

She said in those days that the heaven was so close to the earth that it was almost impossible to raise your hands upward to praise the Lord without the power of God literally knocking you down to the sawdust covered ground. There, very often men and women were taken out in visions and into scenery that was too wonderful to tell, though they tried.

A great change seem to be underway in the 1940s that has continued on to this day. I can remember very well how differently Apostolic worship was in those days compared to the junkin' and jivin' that goes on today in the name of Apostolic worship. Greaaaaat difference. But, I confess, I luv it too. But, the difference is noted.

How did it differ?