Does the Witch win, after all? God forbid.
Telling us we were all gonna die unless we did what they said, here’s the globalists in Britain using the police to break up Christmas celebrations.
How Far Will They Go to Crush Us?
I don’t see how anyone can think that Christians have the luxury of feuding amongst ourselves.
The same villains are eager to bring back COVID panic in time for the 2024 elections; they have every intention of doing so.
Could we please fight with them instead of with each other?
No Christmas hymns entered in our contest today, so I have to provide one: Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring, by Johann Sebastian Bach; performed by the London Symphony Orchestra in 1961, Leopold Stokowski conducting.
[Reader comments made yesterday have left me not knowing what to say or do. I have tried to make this blog a haven for all Christians, for anyone who needs a bit of shelter from the storm. And what do you do when your friends fight? When someone does something he’s convinced is for the best, and yet it turns out badly?
I’m praying over this, and I need all the prayers that I can get.]
Requested by Teddy, and performed in the snow by students at Fountainview Academy: My Heart Would Be Your Bethlehem.
We have a new leader in our Christmas Carol Contest, as of yesterday–21 views, overtaking 20. But of course the lead can change from day to day!
I love to hear Nat King Cole sing Christmas carols.
Requested by Erlene, The First Noel, by Nat King Cole (and if you had some other hymn in mind, the error is my fault–but how wrong can we go with this?).
Back to the carol contest!
Requested by Ina, The Virgin Mary Had a Baby Boy, sung by Babbie Mason and Jessie Dixon… with some familiar faces from Gaither Music.
Don’t go away, we have another one coming up.
No Christmas carol requests yet–and our computers have risen against us, full-scale mutiny, you wouldn’t believe the trouble I had, posting this: I Saw Three Ships Come Sailing, by Blackmore’s Night. You can’t really sail a ship to Nazareth, but the sentiment is what counts.
I’ve been wondering lately whether we’ve properly understood the prophecy in Ezekiel 37: the vision of the valley of the dry bones. It’s as if a voice cries to me, “Listen! Listen!”
The Valley of the Dry Bones
There are a lot of dead spots in our culture. “Higher education,” for one. And lower education. You can name as many as I can. They all need God’s attention. He asks us, “Can these bones live?” But He already knows the answer.
Another entry in our annual Christmas Carol Contest, this one from Ina: In the Bleak Midwinter, sung by the Gloucester Cathedral Choir.
Is it beginning to feel like Christmas for you?
Let’s get the Christmas carols started today with this: requested by Phoebe, Adeste Fideles, sung by Luciano Pavarotti–at Notre Dame Cathedral, Montreal, no less. Plus orchestra and choir.
I pray we can pour our hearts into this year’s Christmas.
Another entry in our carol contest: O Holy Night, sung by John Berry; requested by Ohiochessfan.
I’m acting on the principle that you can never have too many Christmas hymns; so if you’ve got one you’d like to share, just say so.