Another Fanny Crosby hymn–she wrote thousands of them–sung by the Mennonite Hour Singers: All the Way My Savior Leads Me. I wonder how many of her hymns have been sung in how many churches just this morning.
If I posted a hymn written by Fanny Crosby every day, and never missed a day, it would still take me about ten years to post them all.
The other day, someone came onto my chess page (“playground player” at http://www.chessgames.com) and posted a most insulting comment. I was rather cheesed off, and couldn’t decide whether to ignore it or come back with some devastating reply.
Before I could decide, he came back with another post handsomely apologizing for what he’d said and asking me to delete the comment. I was very glad to receive that apology! And to accept it.
Repentance and forgiveness are a powerful combination. If only we could turn them loose on this fallen world, it would be a little bit less fallen.
St. Paul wrote the Epistle to the Philippians from Rome, where he was awaiting trial for assorted thought crimes against the state (some things never change). In closing his letter, he said,\
All the saints salute you, chiefly they that are of Caesar’s household. (Philippians 4:22)
Caesar’s household! Christians–right there in the very heart of the Roman Empire. Right there in Caesar’s house! And this less than 40 years after Jesus Christ was crucified–by Rome.
The Romans should have known that they were licked right there. Nevertheless, they went on to kill and jail as many Christians as they could lay their hands on. All those early Christians had to do, to save themselves from painful and humiliating deaths, was to deny Jesus Christ.
They didn’t.
And Christ did not and will not deny them.
This is the hymn that came to me this morning: Blessed Assurance, another jewel out of Fanny Crosby’s treasury. Is there anybody here who doesn’t need the blessed assurance God provides?
Requested by Laura: The Sands of Time are Sinking, written in 1857 by Anne Cousins, sung by the Altar of Praise Chorale–with beautiful photos of God’s handiwork.
This is another one Susan suggested–Your Love Broke Through (Like Waking Up from the Longest Dream) by Keith Green.
Hopefully there are some newcomers to this blog today–can’t make any progress without ’em. If you’re new, and there’s a hymn you’d like to see posted here, just leave a comment anywhere on this blog and we’ll do the rest. The hymn shop is always open, and open to all.
Requested by Laura, this hymn–first in Latin, then in English–celebrates Perpetua, a Christian saint and martyr, publicly slaughtered by the Roman government for her faithfulness to Jesus Christ. The date of her martyrdom is usually given as 203 A.D., or sometime just a few years later.
Perpetua, a young married woman of a noble Roman family, lived in Carthage. She and her slave, Felicity, along with a few others, were accused, tried, and put savagely to death in the arena. At any time, they could have saved themselves by abandoning Christ. They chose not to.
The whole world lieth in wickedness (1 John 5:19), and Jesus did not hide the truth from us, that if we belong to Him, the world will hate us.
But Christ has overcome the world (John 16:13); and the blood of the martyrs shall be avenged by God Himself (Revelation 6:9-11).
Every time I get myself geared up for a healthy breath of postmillenial optimism, along comes a story like this.
Across the Atlantic in Britain (which means it’ll be coming our way pretty soon), the National Union of Teachers–dig the acronym: NUT–has voted to teach very young children in nursery schools, some as young as two years old, about same-sex “relationships” and transgenderism (http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-4419808/Give-nursery-children-lessons-sex-relationships.html#ixzz4eZNdLQUn).
The NUTs say this is necessary, to “challenge homophobia and transphobia” and combat “hate crimes.”
Gee, you would think Britain was knee-deep in sodomites being tossed off the roofs of tall buildings by guess-who, along with angry mobs of peasants with scythes and pitchforks chasing after poor little transgender whatsits. Actually, the NUTs give no evidence whatsoever that “hate crimes” are a problem in Britain. No facts, no figures, no nothing. Just take their word for it so they can teach your two-year-old son that he ought to try being a girl for a while, he might like it.
Of course, libs and progs and gay activists never, never, never have to prove anything they say. It would be a hate crime in and of itself, to demand they prove their point.
OK, Britain, you tell us–why is this a good idea? Why do you just sit there and put up with it?
Well, all right, you did manage Brexit and that was a big job, well done. Maybe this ought to be the next order of business.
Because these loony “teachers” of ours, all throughout the Western world, are servants of Satan (whether they know it or not–and he enjoys it most when they say they don’t believe in him) and they are killing our culture.
O Lord Our God, give us strength and courage and lead us to victory over these worse than Philistines.
Extra hymn, before I go to the doctor’s office this morning.
Why the Navy hymn? Well, what are we, if we are not “those in peril on the sea”? And the good ship Western Civilization has a drunken captain, a suicidal crew, and no more anchor because the crazies cut the cable.
But Our Eternal Father nevertheless is able to save us. And He will. In fact, in fact of Jesus Christ… He already has.
Susan has asked for this one–The Easter Song, sung by The Second Chapter of Acts–so here it is.
Second Chapter of Acts is a Christian rock group named for that chapter in which the Holy Spirit first descends upon the first church in Jerusalem–as Jesus promised that it would.