Category Archives: religion

By Request: ‘Sometimes Alleluia’

Linda asked for this one: Sometimes Alleluia, by Chuck Girard.

For those of you who are new to this site, we take hymn requests every day. If you have a favorite hymn or worship song you’d like to see posted here, don’t be  bashful–leave a comment and let us know.


Spiritual Refreshment

I think we could all do with some spiritual refreshment today, and Linda has suggested this: Lay Your Burden Down, by Chuck Girard. Thanks, Linda, and I’ll get to your other hymn request tomorrow morning.


More Culture Rot

Image result for images of shame

I heard a truly disgusting ad on the radio today for yet another “male enhancement product.” Only this one was for “instant male enhancement,” as opposed to those others that take so long. And, we are told, it will really please your “pratner.” Sorry: supposed to be “partner.” Any sex, any species, doesn’t matter which.

What I want to call this, I can’t call it on a Christian blog. Feel free to use your imaginations.

The clincher: you are to consume this product “proudly.” Yes, taking a pill to get a [censored] is going to make you “proud.” Your pratner will be proud of you, too.

Does anyone even know what that word means anymore–“proud”? I mean, people are “proud” now of things they ought to be mortally ashamed of. I dread to conjecture what they would think “shame” is. Maybe they don’t know the word. Or maybe they apply it to things a normal decent person would be proud of… or just take for granted. Maybe you’re supposed to be ashamed if you don’t have a pratner and don’t take a [censored] pill to please… whatever.

I’m ashamed of what has become of my country in this age.

Come  back soon, Lord Jesus. Come back soon! And give us the strength to hang on until you do.


Encore: ‘The Lord is My Shepherd’

Psalm 23 set to music, and sung by the choir of Wells Cathedral, England–it’s not worth trying to remain unmoved by this. We ought not ever to forget that we have a Shepherd who looks after us, and is with us even through the valley of the shadow of death: for He Himself passed through it once, and He will bring us through it, and out into the light on the other side.


Beautiful, ‘I Love to Tell the Story’

This is another Sunday school favorite: I Love to Tell the Story, written by Arabella Hankey in 1868 and sung gorgeously by the Harpeth Gospel Choir. Amazing, what trained human voices can do in praise of the Lord!


‘Come Ye Disconsolate’

Susan requested this one: a new version of Come, Ye Disconsolate, performed by the Spire Choir of the London Symphony Orchestra, with an added verse by Rob Gardner. Let me see if I can post the lyrics for you: the original was by Thomas Moore (The Minstrel Boy, Those Endearing Young Charms), in 1816.

Ah, here we are–http://library.timelesstruths.org/music/Come_Ye_Disconsolate/


Going Godless All the Way

Image result for images of primeval tv show

[Note: Sorry I’m late today. I decided that if I didn’t do my bike ride early, I’d never overcome the temptation to skip it later in the day.]

Patty and I have been watching Primeval, a hit science fiction series from the BBC. We watch if for Tim Haines’ dinosaur and monster effects, really the best in the business–the closest you can come to really seeing these animals. We also enjoy the sometimes very goofy characters, and the fact that these fictional people are, with only one or two exceptions, extraordinarily chaste.

But what astounds me most about it is its deep and total atheism. Not that they speak a word against God. He has simply been written out of the show. In the whole series, there’s only one brief–and really a little bit touching–scene in a church, and that’s all it has to show for the non-material side of things. I mean, they don’t even take the Lord’s name in vain: which is a good thing, but it’s also like nobody in this show has ever heard of Him.

Ah, science fiction… See, there are these holes in space and time, called “anomalies,” and dinosaurs and other creatures pop out of them to wreak havoc in modern England, and this little crew of amateur scientists has to shoo the monsters and close the anomalies… You get the idea.

There are good-guy scientists and bad-guy scientists butting heads, and what we wind up with is a clash of two 100% atheistic world views. One (the good guys) would be “Let Nature/Evolution take its course.” The other (the bad guys) is, “We must control Evolution.” Both envision the ultimate extinction of the human race. Sorry, no salvation. Well, there can’t be any if there isn’t any God, can there?

As the series builds to its climax, the thing that drives the bad guys is the Quest for the Ultimate Free Stuff (and nobody is to make a profit! isn’t that great?). I kind of like that part of the story–you see where the untrammeled lust for Free Stuff gets you, and it ain’t good.

If your Christian faith is solid, this series will not hurt you. Won’t turn you into a pagan, a New Ager, or an atheist. At the end of my workday I’m tired and want to veg out. Dinosaurs romping across my TV screen helps me relax. I enjoy Primeval–but–but–

But a steady diet of Godless science fiction, beginning in childhood–no, that I wouldn’t recommend. Not for anyone. At best it’s a handicap to be overcome. At worst, it gets lodged in your brain and you can’t get it out, and you wind up worshiping false gods and idols.

Mark me, I don’t say the solution to this is to slap on a lot of “Christian” decals and call it “Christian science fiction.” That won’t fool anyone.

Consumption of “entertainment” is a form of self-education, and we really need to learn to be more careful with it.

 

 


Christ’s Coronation Hymn

The great thing is, we who are His people, we will see Christ crowned! We will see it–King of Kings and Lord of Lords, whose right it is to rule Creation.

Meanwhile, I hope you enjoy this rendition by the kids at Fountainview Academy.


‘Bringing in the Sheaves’ (Burl Ives)

Another hymn I’ve always loved, since I heard it first in Sunday school–Bringing in the Sheaves. Sung here by Burl ives, one of the great voices of the 1950s and 60s–and follow the lyrics. Sowing with tears, but reaping with joy: so God’s word has promised us.


‘Be Thou My Vision’

This ancient Irish hymn, sung here by Nathan Pacheco, dates back to the 8th century. I hope it moves you as it moves me.


%d bloggers like this: