The Silver Cord


A young friend of mine just lost her mother to life’s final chapter. My friend was with her mom at the end and described her as a “beautiful, sweet, little soul.” And she was; a lovely dedicated Christian woman who never forgot who the Lord of her life was. It reminded me of Ecclesiastes 12:6 … Remember your Creator before the silver cord is loosed…and that reminded me of this hymn. Happy Sunday.

Love Knows No Bounds


You wouldn’t think one could write about feeling love just by attending a concert. But I can.

I attended a St. Patrick’s concert on Saturday night and what I saw and heard touched my heart and soul with love.

Two sisters performed Scottish (Scottish not Irish) dancing while their mother explained the origin of the dances. Their younger sister sang to the accompanying guitar of their dad. The only boy in the family was a very helpful stage hand. It was truly a family affair.

There was a violin duet, a bell choir, a harpist, an Electronic Bagpipes player, and a trio of gents who were brilliant in both song and instruments.

A beautiful rendition of “Lots of Ireland in My Soul” was sung by a lady in memory of her husband who had composed both music and words. Two other soloists filled the hall with lovely song, as well.

At the last minute, one of the performers couldn’t make it and the MC stepped in on short notice with a beautiful rendition of “Danny Boy”. He also did a comic take on “Memories” which had the audience laughing.

There was a husband and wife team who moved us all with “It Is Well With My Soul”; he played the piano while his wife played a steel drum and beautifully sang the hymn. And then there was the same young man’s astounding piano performance which had the audience on their feet at the final chord.

My heart was full of love the whole evening and I’ll tell you why. All of these marvelous performers are members and/or adherents of our church; attendees, employees, volunteers, choir members…wonderful people.

And that’s what I mean by love knows no bounds.

 

Time Out


Today let us take time out to rest and reflect…to rest our minds and bodies and to reflect on our souls. It is not an easy task to rest and reflect but with concentrated effort, it can be done. Happy Sunday

Matthew 11:28-29“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.”

The old country church in the beauty of autumn. It doesn't get any better than that. I thing the old country churches are so wonderful, look inviting, and are kept up nicely

Beside Still Waters


Psalm 23

23 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

He makes me lie down in green pastures: he leads me beside the still waters.

He restores my soul: he leads me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for you are with me; your rod and your staff they comfort me.

5  You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies: you anoint my head with oil; my cup runs over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

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Happy Sunday.

 

 

Let There be Light


Here is a tidbit from one of my spiritual journals this morning.

“Light in scriptures always stands for awareness. The soul’s journey follows a predetermined course toward the moment of waking up.” Deepak Chopra. Enjoy the journey. Happy Saturday.

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God Took Her Soul


She was stunningly beautiful with a healthy body, luxurious hair, a quick smile, and gentle, friendly manner. She worked where I did in 2005 and was always a pleasure to be around.

Then, in 2008, cancer struck. As it so often does, it played havoc with her life. A bony body, hairless head, and quietude were the new norm. It was almost as hard on those of us who worked with her as it was on her family to see this dramatic change in such a short time.

And then she died…at the tender age of fifty years. This vibrant, vivacious young woman was no longer with us. Her bright smile and happy face were now only a memory…a haunting, lovely memory.

My only consolation was that though cancer took her beautiful hair and body, God took her soul.

 

The Eyes Have It


I met a gentleman recently who has just begun his ninth decade. He was tall and fairly straight with only a slight stoop in the shoulder area. It was obvious that his hearing was dependent on aids and it was evident that he was making an effort to zone in on the conversations around him. We were at a social gathering where most of us knew each other and he knew no one except the host…or had maybe met a couple of us briefly at a previous function.

He made sure he talked to each person at this gathering, men and women alike. When it came to my turn, he showed me a slip of paper with each person’s name and who was with whom. Beside my name was “poetess” (he had obviously been briefed) and we were off and running on the topic of poetry and poets and his interest in studying logic and related topics. He was a delightfully interesting person and left an impression me.

Ninety years old…and yet looking into his eyes there was a fountain of interest and knowledge and life…a sparkle that belied his chronological age.

One can tell a lot about a person’s sincerity by their eyes. It is said that the eyes are the windows of the soul and perhaps that is why they hold a certain fascination for me. I love seeing people have “eye to eye” conversations, though with some people there is so much going on behind the eyes that it is sometimes difficult to feel engaged.

But of the delightful gentleman in question, I can definitely and unequivocally say, “the eyes have it.”

 

 

 

 

Hear the Spiders Walk


Oftentimes when I open the door to outside there is an air of stillness and silence. I love that “sound” and feeling. It is all enveloping. It happened this morning while feeding the birds and squirrels…my backyard world was hushed, and I basked in it for several minutes.

Similarly indoors sometimes. When I choose to eliminate television and radio, and between the furnace cycles and telephone rings, my house is sometimes so quiet I can hear the spiders walk.

Isaiah 30:15 says in part…in quietness and trust is your strength…

Absorb the stillness when it comes, it’s extremely good for the soul.

 

Then Sings My Soul


How Great Thou Art is the name of the hymn from which this title is taken; a hymn, according to Wikipedia, based on a Swedish traditional melody and poem written by Carl Gustave Boberg (1859-1940) in Sweden in 1885. This powerful hymn never fails to cause me to raise my hands in praise whenever it is played. It has been sung by the well known George Beverley Shea, Elvis Presley, and Carrie Underwood. Here then, is How Great Thou Art:

O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder,
Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made;
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

When through the woods, and forest glades I wander,
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees.
When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur
And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

And when I think, that God, His Son not sparing;
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;
That on the Cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin.

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

When Christ shall come, with shout of acclamation,
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart.
Then I shall bow, in humble adoration,
And then proclaim: “My God, how great Thou art!”

Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

The current six week course, Soul Keeping, I am attending, along with a talk I heard yesterday, given by a member of our congregation, titled “The Gospel According to Hymn”, has inspired this post.