Twin brothers deliver a powerful rendition of the Gospel classic, ‘Old Time Religion.’ Picture this: two silver-haired twin brothers, standing side by side in their basement living room like they’ve done for decades—matching flannel shirts, weathered ball caps, and socks catching on the carpet like a couple of teenage boys who never grew out of the joy of music and mischief. Guitars in hand, grins stretched wide across their timeworn faces, and voices full of grit, grace, and gospel.

That’s what the Haneline Twins gave us when they broke out into a soul-lifting, toe-tapping rendition of this old, dusty hymn.  And let me tell you—they didn’t just sing it. They brought it back to life.

The second that first chord hit, I swear I could smell cornbread in a cast iron skillet and feel the thump of a wooden pew under my Sunday dress. It was like being transported back to Vacation Bible School in the ‘70s, where Aunt Jean’s voice would rise above the little upright piano, and somebody’s baby was always crawling down the aisle with a fistful of animal crackers.

These brothers didn’t need a choir, a stage, or a sound system. But their signing was pure, warm, and seasoned—like Sunday roast after church. You could hear the years in their voices. You could feel the fire of their faith. And when they reached that line…

“It was good for Paul and Silas…”

…well, I about shouted “YES IT WAS!” right there at my kitchen table. Because that old-time religion is not just a song, it’s the faith that carried us through hospital rooms, heartbreak, and hard seasons. It’s the faith that saw your mama praying at the sink with sudsy hands and a worn Bible on the counter. It’s the steady, roots-deep kind of belief that doesn’t get old. It ages well, like these sweet men with their graying beards and spark in their eyes.

And let’s talk about the dancing. Oh mercy—it was the kind of joyful, shoulder-bobbing, foot-tapping shuffle that just makes you grin until your cheeks hurt. They were celebrating the God who carried them through wars, wounds, and wild dreams—and still shows up in their living room.

When they got to the verse:
‘Makes me love ev’rybody…’

I just sat there with tears in my eyes and a laugh caught in my throat. Because that’s what the old-time religion really does—it softens the bitter places. It breaks down the walls. It reminds you who you are and whose you are.

So if you need a pick-me-up today, something more than coffee and far better than scrolling the news, watch these two. Let the music wash over you like a baptism of joy. Let their voices remind you of front porch hymns, potluck dinners, and a Jesus who still saves and sings over us.

Jeremiah 6:16  “This is what the Lord says: ‘Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls.’”