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11 months ago
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Eleaszar and Rebekah

Who is the man

  that walketh in the field

 O Eleazer,

  steward to my lord?

And Eleazar

  answered her and said

Daughter of Bethuel,

  it is other none

But my lord Issac,

  son unto my lord

Who, as his wont is,

   walketh in the field 

In the hour of evening meditating there.

Therefore Rebekah

  hasted where she sat

And from her camel

   lightening to the earth

Sought for a veil,

   and put it on her face.

Wherefore he came,

   and met them on the field.,

Whom, when Rebekah

saw, she came before,

Saying, Behold

   the handmaid of my lord,

Who for my lord's sake

   travel from my land.

- Arthur Hugh Clough (1819 - 1861)

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This poem recasts  faith from Genesis 24.

Abraham's servant Eleazar travels to northwest Mesopotamia to find a wife for Issac becasue Abraham did not want his son to marry a local Canaanite woman. Aware of the importance of his task, Eleazar asks God for a sign.

   Read Genesis 24

   


11 months ago

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11 months ago

beautiful, Nance, thank you!

11 months ago

Bless you~Carol

11 months ago

All Glory Laud and Honor

A Hymn usually sung before Easter on Psalm Sunday.

Originally there were 78 verses to this hymn!

Theodulph had lots of time in his prison-monastry.

The first several are the ones are commonly sing today.

10 months ago

All Creatures of Our God and King


So many stories have arisen around St. Francis of Assisi.  We know he was born in 1182 in central Italy, son of a rich merchant.  After a scanty education, Francis joined the army and was captured in war.  He came to Christ shortly after his release, renounced his wealth, and began traveling abou the countryside, preaching the Gospel, living simply, seeking to make Christ real to everyone he met.


Francis loved nature, and many stories spotlight his interaction with animals. 


Although this hymn was written in 1225, an English version didn't appear until 1919. when Rev. William R. H. Draper decided to use it for a children's festival in Leeds, England.


10 months ago

The Alter -

A broken altar, Lord, thy servant rears.

Made of a heart, and cemented with tears:

Whose parts are as thy hand did frame;

No workman's tool hath touched the seme.

   A Heart alone

   As such a stone,

   As nothing but

   Thy power doth cut.

   Wherefore each part

   Of my hard heart

   Meets in this frame,

   To praise Thy Name.

That if I chance to hold my peace,

These stones to praise Thee may not cease.

   O let Thy blessed sacrifice be mine,

And sanctify this altar to be Thine.

- George Herbert (1593 - 1633)

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Herbert compares the worshipper's heart  to an Old Testament altar in today's poem.  Herbert knew that his heart was so hard that only God's power could cut it. 


Nothing we offer on or from the altar of our heart will curry God's favor, for God has already made the perfect offering for us--Jesus Christ.  We simply need  to accept His sacfrifice for our sins. 




10 months ago

A Mighty Fortress Is Our God

We think of Martin Luther, as a great reformer, Bible translator, political leader, fiery preacher, and theologian.   But he was also a musician, having been born in an area of Germany known for its music.  He became proficient with the flute (recorder), and his volcanic emotions often erupted in song.

Based on Psalm 46, it reflects Luther's awareness of our intense struggle with satan.  In difficulty and danger, Luther would often resort to his song.

This hymn has at least 80 English versions.



This post was modified from its original form on 31 Oct, 10:52
10 months ago

Now Thank We All Our God:

Our German Friends sing this hymn like us in North America, Now Thank We All Our God, yet it's loved on both sides of the Atlantic and around the world.

It was written by Martin Rinkart (1586-1649), a Lutheran pastor in the little village of Eilenberg, Saxony. Eilenburg is a town in Germany.

He grew up as the son of a poor coppersmith, felt called to the ministry, and after his theological training began his pastoral work just as the Thirty Years' War was raging through Germany.

Floods of refugees streamed into the walled city of Eilengerg.  It was the most desperate of times.  The Swedish army encompassed the city gates, and inside the walls there was nothing but plague, famine, and fear.  Eight hundred homes were destroyed, and people began dying in increasing numbers.  There was a tremendous strain on the pastors, who expended all their strength in preaching the Gospel, caring for the sick and dying, and burying the dead.  One after another, the pastors themselves took ill and perished until at last only Martin Rinkart was left.  Some day he conducted as many as fifty funerals.

 

Finally the Swedes demanded a huge ransom.  It was Martin Rinkart who left the safety of the city walls to negotiate with the enemy and he did it with such courage and faith that there was soon a conclusion of hostilities, and the period of suffering ended.

Rinkart, knowing there is no healing without thanksgiving, compose this hymn for the survivors of Eilenberg.  It has been sun around the world ever since.

Now thank we all our God, with heart and hands and voices,

Who wondrous things has done, in Whom the word rejoices.

10 months ago

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9 months ago

The Lord's My Shepherd

Our oldest hymnal is the Book of Psalms. 

The melody, Crimond, was composed about 1870 by a woman named Jessie Seymor Irvine.  She was the daughter of the parish minister in the little Scottish town of Crimond, which is also famous for its unusual clock in the church tower.  The clockmaker accidentallly put six marks into the five minute sections on the clock face.  As a result, each hour in Crimond is 61 minutes, making a day there 24 minutes longer than anywhere else on earth.

   The Lord is my Shepherd, I'll not want

   He makes me down to lie

   In pastures green: He leadeth me

   The quiet waters by.



This post was modified from its original form on 20 Nov, 12:32
9 months ago

Huron Carol~
The "Huron Carol" (or "Twas in the Moon of Wintertime") is a Canadian Christmas hymn (Canada's oldest Christmas song), written probably in 1642 by Jean de Brébeuf, a Jesuit missionary at Sainte-Marie among the Hurons in Canada~

9 months ago

Away in a Manger -

Photo: Away in A Manger - Sign Lanugage
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   This is commonly known as "Luther's Cradle Hymn".

In 1887, "Away in a Manger" appeared in a little book of songs intltled Dainty Songs for Little Lads and Lassies, published in Cincinnati by the John Church Company.

   So the mystery endures, Who wrote, "Away in a Manger"?  There were apparently two unknown writers:    A German Lutheran in Pennsylvania who wrote the first two stanzas, with another unknown author adding a third verse which first appeared in an 1892 songbook, published by Charles H. Gabriel.

  Here is a beautiful way by sign language:



This post was modified from its original form on 09 Dec, 11:32
Blest Be The Tie
8 months ago

This hymn is usually song for the New Year~  It was written in 1782 by John Fawcett, born in England.

John Fawcett was a smart, self educated man. Born in Yorkshire, England, Fawcett did not find himself a Christian until he came face to face with the preachings of George Whitefield at the age of 16.  

Sometimes, we run across texts that apply to our everyday lives when we least expect it. The text to this hymn is a joyful reminder of our community in Christ. Sometimes, when we are in the heart of battle, or in the midst of strife, we feel like we are all alone, and we feel that there is no one around us that can help. Keep in mind, even Christ had twelve men that he kept by his side each and every day, all the way up until his death. God has given us a community of people that we can turn to in need, in joy, in sorrow, and in love. Without our community of faith, we would all stand alone through our struggles, making it easier for our struggles to break us, but with our community, we can stand strong and know that our love for God on an individual basis will be heard for a time, but the love of God from millions will never cease to be heard!

Blest be the tie that binds
          our hearts in Christian love;
          the fellowship of kindred minds
          is like to that above.

7 months ago

Sit Still:

Sit still, my children!  Just sit calmly still!

Nor deem these days--these waiting days--as ill!

The One Who loves you best, Who plans your way,

Has not forgotten your great need today!

And, if He waits, it's sure He waits to prove

To you, His tender child, His heart's deep love.

Sit still, my children!  Just sit calmy still!

You greatly long to know your dear Lord's will!

While anxious thoughts would almost steal their way

Corrodingly withing, because of His delay--

Persuade yourself in simple faith to rest

That He, Who knows and loves, will do the best.

Sit still, my children!  Just sit calmly still!

Nor move one step, not even one, until

His way has opened.  Then, ah then, how sweet!

How glad your heart, and then how swift your feet,

Your inner being then ah then, how strong!

And waiting days not counted then too long.

Sit  still, my daughter!  Just sit calmly still!

What higher service could you for Him fill?

It's hard! ah yes! But choicest things must cost!

For lack of losing all how hard its lost!

It's hard, it's true!  But then--He give you grace

To count the hardest spot the sweetest place.

 --J. Danson Smith



This post was modified from its original form on 05 Feb, 11:40
6 months ago

Here are many hymns...and story behind them~

 

6 months ago

The Man of Sorrows -

....'the manger and the cross;

We gaze upon Thy meekness,

Through suffering, pain, and loss.

There see the Godhead glory

Shine through that human veil,

And, willing, hear the story,

Of Love that's come to heal.'

-John Nelson Darby (1800 - 1882)

6 months ago
Me: God, can I ask You a question?

God: Sure

Me: Promise You won't get mad

God: I promise

Me: Why did You let so much stuff happen to me today?

God: What do u mean?

Me: Well, I woke up late

God: Yes

Me: My car took forever to start

God: Okay

Me: at lunch they made my sandwich wrong & I had to wait

God: Huummm

Me: On the way home, my phone went DEAD, just as I picked up a call

God: All right

Me: And on top of it all off, when I got home ~I just want to soak my feet in my new foot massager & relax. BUT it wouldn't work!!! Nothing went right today! Why did You do that?

God: Let me see, the death angel was at your bed this morning & I had to send one of My Angels to battle him for your life. I let you sleep through that

Me (humbled): OH

GOD: I didn't let your car start because there was a drunk driver on your route that would have hit you if you were on the road.

Me: (ashamed)

God: The first person who made your sandwich today was sick & I didn't want you to catch what they have, I knew you couldn't afford to miss work.

Me (embarrassed):Okay

God: Your phone went dead because the person that was calling was going to give false witness about what you said on that call, I didn't even let you talk to them so you would be covered.

Me (softly): I see God

God: Oh and that foot massager, it had a shortage that was going to throw out all of the power in your house tonight. I didn't think you wanted to be in the dark.

Me: I'm Sorry God

God: Don't be sorry, just learn to Trust Me.... in All things , the Good & the bad.

Me: I will trust You.

God: And don't doubt that My plan for your day is Always Better than your plan.

Me: I won't God. And let me just tell you God, Thank You for Everything today.

God: You're welcome child. It was just another day being your God and I Love looking after My Children...




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6 months ago

Photo: 'Moses left Pharaoh and prayed to God. God reversed the wind—a powerful west wind took the locusts and dumped them into the Red Sea. There wasn’t a single locust left in the whole country of Egypt.'  Exodus 10:18-19 (The Message Translation)

Today you cover at the  howling wind and that roaring thunder, but then you will see how they bent back the waves of the destruction and opened your way to the peaceful Land of Promise.  Mark Gray Pearse.

Though winds are wild,
   And the gale unleashed;
My trusting heart still sings;
I know that they mean
   No harm to me,
He rides upon their wings.

Though winds are wild,
And the gale unleashed;
My trusting heart still sings;
I know that they mean
No harm to me,
He rides upon their wings.

5 months ago

The day when Jesus stod alone

And felt the hearts of men like stone,

And knew He came but to atone--

  That day "He held His peace".

They witnessed falsely to His Word,

They bound Him with a cruel cord,

And mockingly proclaimed Him Lord;

   "But Jesus held His peace."

They spat upon Him in the face,

They dragged Him on from place to place,

They heaped upon Him all disgrace;

   "But Jesus held His peace."

My friend, have you for far much less;

With rage, which you called righteousness,

Resented slights with great distress?

   "Your Saviour "held His peace."

-L.S.P.

Dance-by Holly Masih,written 3-19-14
5 months ago

As I light this candle

as the flames here start to dance

I glance a little closer and

think maybe there is a chance

that just once more I'll see you

that once more we'll dance too

can you visit me from Heaven

and do what we use to do

what I would not give

to see you one more time 

to do those kind things for you

that were always on my mind

to say those lovely things

I always meant to say

but I always put it off

until some other day

to those blessed enough to have 

people that you love here

say those nice things,do those kind deeds

before the days turn into years

as the flame of this candle begins to dim

and my final dance with comes to a close

my heart is less heavy,the tears dry up

because I suddenly know

One day when reunited

in the place where tears and death are no more

I will say everything I had wanted to

and forever we will dance on paradise shores

5 months ago

Thank you~Holly~

5 months ago

Yes, leave it with Him; the lilies all do,
And they grow;
They grow in the rain, and they grow in the dew-
Yes, they grow;
They grow in darkness, all hid in the night,
They grow in the sunshine, revealed by the light-
Still they grow.

They ask not your planting, they need not your care
As they grow,
Dropped down in the valley, the field -anywhere-
Yet, they grow.
They grow in their beauty, arrayed in pure white;
They grow, clothed in glory, by heaven’s own light-
Sweetly they grow.

The grasses are clothed and the ravens are fed
From His store;
But you who are loved and guarded and led,
How much more
Will He clothe you, and feed you, and give you His care!
Then, leave it with Him; he has, everywhere,
Ample store.

Yes, leave it with Him; ‘tis more dear to His heart,
You will know,
Than the lilies that bloom or the flowers that start
‘Neath the snow.
Whatever you need, if you ask in prayer,
You can leave it with Him, for you are His care-
You, you know.

Anonymous

 

5 months ago

Terrific Tuesday........

Aren't Tuesdays so terrific
Just to wake upon the dawn,
To glance outside the window
At the fresh and glorious morn.

To hear each bird in chorus
In celebration, praise,
For God is in the heaven's
And in our hearts today.



To still us all from worry
Confusion, doubt and fear,
For God has hold of everything
Each Tuesday of the year.

Have a Terrific Tuesday


- Heart Whispers


You will be blessed this day
No matter what you do,
With God much nearer than a brother
To keep the heart of you.

4 months ago

Palm Sunday 

On the day the  King  rode in
We were among the milling crowd,
Curious, unsure, questioning
With hearts all full of doubt.

Because on the day the King rode in
We didn't know at all to praise,
With no grasp of why His death
Would  give  to us eternal days.



But on the day the King rode in
We realised our deep sin,
Though then, we called out crucify,
Now, to Him our hearts we bring.

As the day the King rode right in
He opened up our eyes,
To see we had no good within
Our self had need to die.



Yes, the day our King rode in
Was the time we did repent,
Falling down with broken hearts
For all the blood He spilt.

On the very day the King rode in
He set us completely free,
By taking on Himself, our sin
He became our life eternally.



Oh, the day Our King rode in
Though once we hid our face,
Now, we cry, Thank You Jesus, Lord
You saved us by Your grace.

-Derry's Heart Poems

4 months ago


Beauty Of Night
Closing of day brings beauty of night
High in the sky a moon shines bright
Restless winds blow tree leaves around
Making shadows across the ground.

God's creations are hard to compare
His beauty of night is so very rare
He sends the darkness from above
And watches over us with love

Let God's love fill you with delight
As you enjoy His beauty of night
Feel His peace deep down inside
And believe His love will ever abide.

Glenna M. baugh ©2007


Living by Faith

"I pray in the beauty of night
you will be blessed by God"
~Quote by Glenna~

3 months ago

Lord, Thank You
I am not the mistakes I have made.
I am not the plans I have failed.
I am not the wrongs I have done.
I am not forgotten.
I am not abandoned.
I am not alone.
Because You say to the lost: Come.
You say to the Unlikely: Beloved
You say to the Battle Weary: Rest.
In a hard and beautiful world,
Your grace is the only pillowed relief for my tired soul
to rest in the Your making all things new.

3 months ago

Dancing Winds ....

Winds dance
Through young leaves of spring,
Whispering of changes
My Creator does bring,

Singing of renewal,
Of things made new,
Of dark winter skies
Colored brilliantly blue,

Of pain and loss
Becoming fertile ground
For every sweet grace
My soul has found.

Yes, the winds dance
Through leaves of green,
Whispering of changes
Now yet unseen..

And so my heart
Smiles in this dance,
Singing of Jesus
Each and ev’ry chance,

For He is my Maker,
One renewing all,
He is Creator of seasons,
Of spring and fall,

He is the sunshine
Brightening the skies,
He is the hope
Wiping tears from my eyes.

So with dancing winds
Which now abound,
I sing of every grace
My soul has found,

I sing of renewal,
Of things made new,
Of dark winter skies
Colored brilliantly blue..

Yes, as winds dance
Through young leaves of spring,
I rejoice in the changes
My Jesus does bring!

- Caroline Gavin

2 months ago

Summer Treasures:
Summer treasures cannot be measured
Golden sun, green grass, fragrant flowers, admired
Sit for a time, and watch nature unfold before your eyes
Weeping willows, grand old Oaks, Maple trees, azure skies

Boys went fishing with their dads, while girls went swimming
Others are out camping, and adventuring
School is out and vacations start 
Relaxation for the most part

Enjoy a sport, golf, tennis, soccer or baseball
Gather with friends, picnic and cookout, and have a ball
Children playing hide-and-seek and like to hideout
Just don't forget to rest and take timeout

Enjoy the season no matter how brief 
Thank our Lord and keep your religious belief
Use your integrity, and be charitable and kind
All goodness from within is intertwined

Say a prayer, thank Him for another day
Even when skies become gray
Not every day will be your best
Although every one is blessed

-Joyce Anne Geyer