Folks, I hope you don’t mind our doing hymns today instead of news–but then the hymns are the news, aren’t they? The real news. The good news.
Our friend “Weavingword” sent us this, a beautiful rendition by Chris Rice of the classic hymn, It Is Well With My Soul.
Horatio Spafford lost his two-year-old son to scarlet fever, then lost all his wealth in the Chicago fire, and then his daughters in a sea disaster… and in 1876 he wrote It Is Well With My Soul. Surely God had a firm grip on his hand, and went with him through the valley of the shadow.
I forgot my allergies when I listened to this hymn–How Great Thou Art, sung beautifully by Chris Rice. My grandma, my mother, and my Aunt Millie (the Lutherans in the family) loved this hymn and used to sing it around the home: and to hear it today brought them back, as if they stood behind me in this room and put their arms around me. Thank you, my Father in Heaven!
Meanwhile, I’m a little better off today, thanks to the flutey-whatsit nasal spray recommended by “Unknowable” : thanks, kimosabe, that stuff really works.
I should be pretty much better by bedtime tonight.
This one’s for Erlene: Great is Thy Faithfulness, a sweet hymn here performed by Chris Rice.
By reader request (hooray, somebody listened!), here is the Untitled Hymn by Chris Rice.
Knowing I prefer old hymns, the reader was a little tentative about requesting a new one. Well, my preferences aren’t so terribly important. And anyhow, new hymns that stand the test of time will be good old hymns someday.