Again, ‘Joyful, Joyful We Adore Thee’

You may want to turn up the volume for this one. I almost never say that, but for this hymn I have to make an exception. For this hymn I’d like to pack 75,000 people into Yankee Stadium and have them sing their brains out.

Melody by Ludwig von Beethoven. Message and substance by the Holy Spirit.

Remember, everybody out there–anyone can request a hymn and I will post it here so all readers can enjoy it. So if you haven’t done it yet, give it a whirl.

9 comments on “Again, ‘Joyful, Joyful We Adore Thee’

  1. Amen! If we could fill all the stadiums in this nation and repent, pray and make joyful noises to Our Lord, He would hear from Heaven and heal our land. Do you suppose it could happen?

    Well, Bell Mountain sure surprised me – I didn’t expect the ending, but what a fantastic ending it was! Cellar Beneath The Cellar calls to me 🙂 In fact, as I was reading, I could actually apply some of the characters to Biblical people. What a blessing!

    You may have missed this a few days ago, so here it is again. Another request: ‘Seek Ye First The Kingdom Of God’.

    1. I did miss it, somehow, but I’ll get to it today.

      First I have to go to the nursing home and then write my NWV column when I get home.

    2. Tomorrow would be fine, Lee.

      My prayer is that your visit will bring peace home with you.

    3. I’m afraid those visits bring me anything but peace, Linda. They are very upsetting. I go because she would go for me. But I don’t know if she recognizes me or anything.

    4. But God does, and He knows you’re a faithful nephew and a faithful servant. And who knows, it could be His way of bringing peace to your aunt in her transition. His ways are mysterious. But I do understand. We went through this with my grandmother. It’s very hard to accept. Peace to your soul, Lee.

    5. Poor Aunt Joan. She spent several years pouring herself into the care of her elder sister. And when Aunt Gertie died–in the same room, by the way, in which she was born, 90 years earlier–it was as if Joan lost her reason for living, and everything just emptied out of her real fast. She’s been helpless for years now, I’ve lost track of how many. She is the last one left of her generation in my family.

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