Too much hurly-burly! And on Good Friday, no less. Time to re-focus. Get back to the center of Creation, the Lord Our God. Time for a hymn.
Praise to the Lord, the Almighty: written by Joachim Neander in 1680, sung by Fernando Ortega. Background sets the work of God’s own hands.
I come from a time when people didn’t talk like this, and I’m in no hurry to align myself with a time in which they do. I’d much rather be someone from another time brought here when he wasn’t looking.
It’s the Easter season, so of course we’re bombarded with “experts” and “scholars” insisting that Jesus–not “Our Lord Jesus Christ,” but just “Jesus,” as if He were just some nice guy once upon a time–if he existed at all, certainly never rose from the dead because Science says that can’t happen! But rain on de rocks and de rocks come alive–well, Science says that happened!
Makes Science sound a bit of an ass, don’t you think?
Welcome to Good Friday–the day we set aside to proclaim the historical reality of the crucifixion of Our Lord Jesus Christ.
Were You There When They Crucified My Lord?, performed by HeartCry Worship.
There is more distraction than usual, this Easter. Many of our churches are closed. Use hymns, prayer, and Bible-reading to focus.
We know Allison around here as “Weavingword,” and this lovely essay is one of the best Easter pieces I’ve ever read–and possibly the most unusual. –LD
Current events aside, this week features Good Friday and that’s important.
Requested by Phoebe: O Sacred Head Surrounded, sung by the choir at St. Michael’s Church in Stillwater, Minnesota.
Lyrics from the Middle Ages (author not known for certain), music by Hans Leo Hassler, harmonized by J.S. Bach.
Our seventh grade class sang this in our spring concert.
Easter is coming, we’ll be taking Easter hymns. This one, The Old Rugged Cross, used to make me cry when I was a little boy: not so you could hear it, just a lump in the throat and a tear or two.
Sung here by Tennessee Ernie Ford.
Requested by Joshua, here’s a song to bring us a little closer to the glorious day of Easter–The Easter Song, by GLAD.
We have no king but Christ.
We have to go grocery-shopping today, with the public in full panic mode. It won’t be fun.
But first, requested by Erlene–Up from the Grave He Arose, sung by Voice of Eden, somewhere in South India. I usually save this one for Easter Sunday. But I think we need it now.