Good Christmas Worship tunes

Wednesday, December 05, 2018
This season we have been listening to Family Radio Inc on the house system, and they have been playing so many old carols that its quite a treat.

Old old Christmas songs like my dad used to sing in the choirs he led. And mid old Christmas songs that Lauralea and I sang in the choir in College. So many good old pieces of music that speak the language of my heart. Its a good deal of memories around here these days.

I say this because the station just played "Low, How A Rose E'er Blooming" and it seemed it was in the same arrangement as Lauralea and I sang in Chorale that first year we were married and in the college tour choir. We worked so very hard on that piece, and we did it accapella. I remember the night we sang it in concert in the darkened hall. It was crazy magical. One of many good memories of that first year we shared life together.


And now they are playing Evie's song 1000 candles. We had that record when I was a kid and I remember having it playing early one morning before I headed off into the falling snow, in the dark, heading to school. Funny how those memories yank you into the past with such clarity.

Its good medicine for when you get tired of Santa Baby and Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer playing on permaloop on the radio these days. Those songs take me deeper, to a place of worship, which is just fine with me.

It may not be that to you, but it's good around here for now.

Christmas Suits!!

Monday, December 03, 2018
So, the other day at The Bay, we came across some suit options for Christmas. And for $129 I could be decked out in all my Christmas finery. 

Herself was ready to get me one if I would wear it.  Alas, I don't think I have the nerve.
(Wouldn't it be great though?)

Life is but a Weaving

Friday, November 16, 2018
Life is but a Weaving
(the Tapestry Poem)

“My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me.
I cannot choose the colors
He weaveth steadily.

Oft’ times He weaveth sorrow;
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I the underside.

Not ’til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas
And reveal the reason why.

The dark threads are as needful
In the weaver’s skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned

He knows, He loves, He cares;
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives the very best to those
Who leave the choice to Him.

Corrie ten Boom

And now, for a memory, brought to you by Carol Burnett

Wednesday, October 17, 2018
This show used to make me laugh.
Back when the family could watch TV together.

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