The creche is still on display at St. Francis’ Church, across the street, and our tree is still up in our living room, so… one more Christmas hymn: and again we pray, Father, give this Christmas season power to do its work all year, drawing our hearts to Jesus Christ our Savior and our King.
A spirited rendition of this good old hymn, Good Christian Men, Rejoice! Sorry, I can’t identify the performers. Well done and thank you, whoever you are.
This song may be a little grim, but it comes from Revelation and Revelation is a book of warning; and warnings are supposed to be grim. But it does come with a happy ending for those who heed the warnings: the happiest ending of them all.
So this is Johnny Cash, with The Man Comes Around. Whoever has ears, let him hear.
Are these cats trying to tell us something? Or are they practicing to learn a foreign language? A lot of this is very soft language, so you’ll have to turn up the volume if you want to have any hope at all of translating it.
Thank you, Joshua, for requesting this–God Is My Rock, by GLAD.
I loved this hymn for years, without knowing any of its lyrics, or its name. Church bells played it now and then; that’s how I heard it. Used to be you could hear all the church bells in this town. Now you can’t: too much traffic, too many people with leaf-blowers.
So here it is: Jesus Saves, performed by the kids of Fountainview Academy during their visit to Rome.
And we are open for readers’ hymn requests, open all day…
What’s the strangest place you’ve ever slept in? Never mind, cats have got you beat: they can sleep anywhere. This video proves it.
I did hear of one guy at Fimbo College who liked to sleep in a cedar chest, but I don’t know what happened to him.
Here’s a bonus video to kick off our weekend and flush the nooze out of our systems.
You’ve probably wondered, off and on, mostly off, how raccoons can make use of a bicycle. If they sit on the seat, their legs can’t reach the pedals. Well, wonder no more–these three baby raccoons are here to show you how it’s done. After you watch this, hang your bike off the ground and give it a try.
This lovely hymn, Panis Angelicus (“Bread of Angels”), sung by Andrea Bocelli, came into my head as I was grocery shopping this morning. It’s one of the hymns we play when setting up our Christmas tree.
Who is the bread of angels? Jesus Christ: “I am the living bread that came down from heaven. Whoever eats this bread will live forever. This bread is my flesh, which I will give for the life of the world.” (John 6:51)
Well, the Creche is still on display at St. Francis’, across the street, and our tree’s still up–so what do you say to a little more Christmas music? How about Nat King Cole, and Hark! the Herald Angels Sing?
I pray the Lord will give this Christmas the power to work all throughout the year.
I wish we could know what a little baby is thinking when he first discovers a cat’s tail. And yes, my mother would definitely have plotzed, when she saw what use one baby made of the cat’s tail.
What cats have to put up with, from babies and puppies–!