O Come Little Children

I’m so proud of my munchkins that I’m breaking my no face online rule.  I’m figuring that you’d never recognize them in real life because I had them all cleaned, combed, and dressed up for this.

We practiced for less than 2 weeks, and they sang for the Christmas Candlelight service at our church on December 23, 2010.

When Do You Play Christmas Music?

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A Kiss For You

Thought I would brighten your Monday with some clips of my most favorite baby.

She’s not mine. That’s part of the fun.  I can hand her to her mother when she’s cranky. ;)

Check out this crazy musical toy. It is a yellow duck, in a red santa suit, that sings We Wish You a Merry Christmas right before it goes into the chicken dance. I seriously think that company needs some new creative people.

No wonder she’s half scared of it!

Dwelling In Beulah Land

I’ve had the privilege of attending the same church from elementary school till present day.

We have sung “Dwelling in Beulah Land” by C. Austin Miles for many years. [Except we don't sing it as slow as the link plays it.]

As a young person I eagerly anticipated the chorus where the church, mostly the men, would shout, “Praise God!”  right after the phrase “underneath a cloudless sky.”

Church of England Congregation Stand up to Sing a Hymn

The sound would resound through the auditorium and echo through the downstairs.

During the later years of high school and newly married life that shout became quieter during the singing.  For a while it was just quietly spoken or left out entirely.

I missed it.

I’m happy to report that the “Praise God!” is back and growing louder.  No embarrassment or sheepish smiles.  Just exuberant words heard above the music.

Praise God!

Sunday Poem ~ The Master’s Touch

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The Master’s Touch

 

In the still air the music lies unheard;
In the rough marble beauty hides unseen;
To wake the music and beauty, needs
The master’s tough, the sculptor’s chisel keen.

 

Great Master, touch us with Thy skillful hand!
Let not the music that is in us die;
Great Sculptor, hew and polish us, nor let,
Hidden and lost, Thy form within us lie!

 

Spare not the stroke! Do with us as Thou wilt,
Let there be nought unfinished, broken, marred!
Complete Thy purpose, that we may become
The perfect image, O our God and Lord!

 

~ Horatius Bonar