I’m a bit distressed this morning–worried about Erlene, short on sleep, and can see no end to all the doctoring. It’s not surprising this hymn hit me where I live.
In the Sweet By and By, sung by the Mennonite Singers: Christ knows where we are, and at the appointed time He will call us to Himself.
Sorry I’m late. Oh, look! Another doctor’s appointment!
The hymn is The Lord Is My Shepherd, sung by the Wells Cathedral Choir.
And now I have to go referee a fight.
They’re always angry, all the time…
Anyone would wonder about me if I sought out atheist websites and went on them to preach the Gospel. (I think we’d need St. Paul for that.) But what about atheists who seek out Christian sites just so they can complain about the content?
Whoever invented that folk tale about “separation of church and state” has a lot to answer for.
One doctor’s appointment this morning, another this afternoon–sorry, I’ll save the rant for later… if there is a later. Gotta hit the road in a few minutes.
Quick, a hymn! Here’s the first one that popped iuto my head: Onward Christian Soldiers, sung by the Joslin Grove Choral Society.
I hope I can come back and put up some posts. Clock is ticking!
This is a gorgeous hymn, it brings me to tears; it tells me, “God is nigh.” How Deep the Father’s Love For Us, by Hymns of Grace. Just lovely.
It’s been a long time since I’ve heard this hymn–Am I a Soldier of the Cross?, an 18th-century classic by Isaac Watts. There’s more than one melody that goes with these lyrics. I wonder how many there are.
I don’t know why, but this hymn is with me this morning and won’t let go.
Calon Lan, Welsh for “a pure heart”–song by Bryn Terfel, soloist, and the Dunvant Male Choir, at Mynyddbach Cathedral, Wales (where else?)–has become sort of an anthem from the Welsh national soccer team.
From deep in the heart of Texas, Nathan and Lyle perform Revive Us Again. This hymn goes back to 1863–our country needed revival back then.
Chemotherapy and radiation leave your memory full of holes. Up until yesterday evening, I forgot these guys–Nathan (autoharp) and Lyle (guitar), plus assorted friends on assorted instruments.
But I’ve found my way back to them today, back to sweet old hymns like this one–Like a River Glorious, from 1876.
This elevator only goes one way.
This blog post inspired a lively discussion. This doesn’t seem to happen anymore–not since I was carted off to the hospital.
So is there a Hell, or isn’t there? A place of eternal punishment. Eternal torment. Forever cut off from God.
Well, let me put it this way. I’m not going to do evil just on the off chance that John Lennon was right and there is no Hell. I’m not going to anticipate being issued a Free Pass/Get Out of Jail Free card as soon as my soul takes leave of my body. I don’t want to be on that one-way elevator, “Going down.”