Why do I post so many hymns?
Because we need them! As King Alfred said, “But the Lord is our defense: Jesu defend us!”
The crisis of our age is, as it has been from the beginning, a religious crisis. It is a war of worlds. It’s been going on since the serpent first seduced Eve in the garden.
Hymns and prayers–these are our ammunition. And the Gospel, and the Word, and the grace of God.
Requested by SlimJim: In Christ Alone, performed by Sounds Like Reign.
Requested by Joshua, Wings of Dawn, by Simon Khorolskiye. It’s all in Russian, but the story is acted out–a search for God’s Word, as a treasure.
There’s some horrific nooze out there I have to look into, and a special announcement that I want to make; but first a hymn. Requested by Erlene: Holy, Holy, Holy Are You, Lord, by Terry MacAlmon.
We have a hymn request from Thewhiterabbit, I Can Only Imagine, by Mercy Me.
Old photographs of old chapters in our lives, and loved ones who’ve passed on…
How could we live a minute in this fallen world, without Our Lord Jesus Christ?
I really do have to get some vacuuming done upstairs today; but first another hymn. Requested by Erlene, He Is Here, by the Gaither Group. Soloist: Wes Hampton.
We’re not going to run out of hymns, everybody–so don’t be bashful about requesting one.
I’m late this morning, but it’s The Incredible Shrinking Blog, so what does it matter?
Requested by Thewhiterabbit, On Eagle’s Wings, by Michael Joncas, sung by Walkers to Heaven. And I’m lucky I got it posted at all, the way this computer is misbehaving just now.
We have some hymn requests stacked up, and I’ll try to fulfill them all–starting with this one from Erlene, Mount Up with Wings by Dallas Holm.
Unless there’s a demand for it, I don’t plan on doing any nooze this weekend.
Do you ever wonder what God sees in us?
Requested by Phoebe, Too Close to the Mirror, by Eddie Ruth Bradford–“too close to the mirror to see what He sees.”
Slim Jim asked us to play this again–My Withered Hand, by Darrell Sanford. It retells the story of Jesus healing a man who had a withered hand (see, for instance, Matthew 12: 9-13).
And now I’ve got to get a Newswithviews column written, or I’ll have missed it two weeks in a row.
Requested by Erlene: we open up the blogging day with All to Jesus I Surrender, sung by Robin Mark.