• Our Meeting Place

    When last we met along the way,
    The two of us, or sometimes more,
    Knit close together by the moment,
    Touching.
    Close together by what's common,
    Bonding.
    Close together by what's different,
    Shaping.

    We came away so subtly changed,
    I can't explain, I'm somehow more,
    A growing more inside my thinking,
    Shaped.
    Growing more inside my feeling,
    Bonded.
    Growing more inside my being,
    Touched.

    Loving God with all my heart.
    And loving you, my neighbor too.
    I specially meet to think of Him,
    Glorify.
    Specially meet to think of you,
    Satisfy.
    Specially meet to think of life,
    and record the minutes
    from our last meeting.

Harp the herald angels sing

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At Christmas, there’s a place for bells and choruses and all the rest. But nothing’s better for sitting down and meditating on the meaning of Christmas than the sound of a harp.

On Sunday, Denton (Texas) Bible Church worshipped with 18 harps on stage, one played by our daughter Rebecca. Besides accompanying the orchestra on the hymns, they played this heart- and soul-stirring piece. While you listen, ponder the lyrics below.

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Lyrics:

O come, O come, Emmanuel
And ransom captive Israel
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God appear
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.

O come, Thou Rod of Jesse, free
Thine own from Satan’s tyranny
From depths of Hell Thy people save
And give them victory o’er the grave
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.

O come, Thou Day-Spring, come and cheer
Our spirits by Thine advent here
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night
And death’s dark shadows put to flight.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.

O come, Thou Key of David, come,
And open wide our heavenly home;
Make safe the way that leads on high,
And close the path to misery.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.

O come, O come, Thou Lord of might,
Who to Thy tribes, on Sinai’s height,
In ancient times did’st give the Law,
In cloud, and majesty and awe.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.

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