I feel like if you spent any amount of time during your childhood in a Baptist church, then you get this. Especially if you attended the old school Southern Baptist church with just a piano and an organ and a minister of music waving his arms around while the congregation sang verses 1, 2 and 4 of all the hymns. If you want to stump a true Baptist, ask him or her to sing the third verse to any of the old standard hymns from memory.
I honestly don’t know what we as a denomination had against those third verses. Whatever the case, I’ve grown to appreciate those old hymns as I’ve grown older. There’s something timeless about singing some sound theology. While I also like the modern worship music, I’m certain that nothing comes close to those spiritual oldies but goodies.
By the way, if you’re a true dyed-in-the-wool Southern Baptist, you didn’t just read those words on the church sign. You sang them. You’re welcome.