Living

• Gender	Female
  Person ID	I22460	My Reynolds Line
  Last Modified	23 Jun 2020

  
  

  Father	William Garfield Doss,   b. 28 Jun 1933, Franklin County, Virginia ,   d. 27 Nov 2009, Dry Fork, Virginia  (Age 76 years)
  Mother	Janice Cleo 'Poet' Reynolds,   b. 20 Apr 1937, Pittsylvania County, Virginia ,   d. 2021  (Age 83 years)
  Notes	Janice Doss - Facebook Old, yellowed hand written on lined notebook paper - from many, many years ago... The little one room clapboard church was symbolic of the community it served. Paint peeling, one window patched with a long strip of adhesive tape, a roof that should have been repaired last year. Grass that struggled vainly during the week to reach that saintly domain, only to be ruthlessly trodden into the earth each Lord's Day by the countless little feet that ran in wild abandon upon release from within. As long as any one could remember, Brother Plybon had patiently raked and sewn new seed around the church each year, never complaining when the harvest of his labors was demolished.. During rainy weather, someone had thrown a plank from the front steps to the grassy area beyond. Inside, straight back pews stood in neat rows with narrow isles down each side. Near the front, the pews became shorter and this was where the children all sat during revivals under the watchful eye of the preacher. Two steps up and the pulpit area began with three short pews for the choir. To the right of the choir sat the ancient old piano where Miss Piney , with eyes closed, waited for the spirit that flowed through her fingertips and brought forth the hymns the congregation sang. In spite of all this, the little church held a dignity peculiarly all its own. Nestled in a grove of old oak trees that seemed to hover protectively around it, the little church had stood for more than 70 odd years. Poverty, depression, drought, sickness, death, despair - all the ailments of the community, sooner or later, came to its door, anguish bottled up for a lifetime spilled over before its impoverished altar. And still it stood firm. Eventually the clapboard would be painted, the roof repaired, the window replaced. Worn and weathered, the little church passed the final test, the test of time. It had learned to endure. Janice Doss 1 hr · Preacher Larkin was letting 'em have it again, arms flailing, sweat pouring, he beat the air with his fists and passed the Good Word to his fellow man. Night flies buzzed around the bare bulb and at least one in the audience seemed to be more engrossed in their progress than in the good man's words. Jenny Randolph was convinced that each time Preacher hit a high pitch, one of the larger ones, flying in wild abandon plunged swiftly toward some spot in the audience where it was quickly squashed between two hands. From somewhere in the back came an answering clap followed by "Amen!." Preacher Larkin had reached the height of his powers and the faster he went, the more suicide flights came from the ceiling. Guiltily, remembering her Grandma's views on people who didn't pay attention when the Lord's word was being revealed, Jenny brought her attention back to the sermon. Old men nodded and young men gazed in rapt attention as with face contorted, the good brother brought his message to his flock. "Ah-h-h, I tell you, the Lord takes care of His own. Ah-h-h, I tell you brother, Live your life so that you can call on the Lord. Ah-h-h, The good book tells us, Ah-h that if any among you asks for bread, will He cast him a stone. Ah-h-h, I tell you, the Lord does not give stones, Ah-h-h the Lord loves those who live by His word. Ah-h-h, it may look like a stone, it may feel look like a stone and when you go to bite it may be hard like a stone. Ah-h-h His way is not always easy, but His path is not hard to find, and Brother, you take that bread that looks like a stone and sink your teeth into it . " Brother Larkin's body became very still, as with arms outstretched, he lowered his voice to a whisper. "My brethren, you'll find a bread the sweetness and tenderness you've never tasted before. A bread that will sustain you all the days of your life. The Lord loves you. Don't settle for the stones of the devil. Give your life to the Lord. Put your future in His hands. As we stand and sing our invitational hymn, come, and let His blood wash away your sins. Be washed in the blood of the Lamb. -janice
  Family ID	F4896	Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

  
  

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