Steal Away
DD#3 sang this spiritual as the special anthem during yesterday's worship service. The words are haunting and not unlike a favorite of mine, Swing Low, Sweet Chariot.
It was coincidental that Sunday, November 28th, 2010, was the 152nd anniversary of the slave ship's, Wanderer's, arrival at Jekyll Island, GA where she unloaded over 400 Africans who were immediately sold. Here's a link to a short review the book, The Wanderer.
Refrain
Steal away, steal away, steal away to Jesus!
Steal away, steal away home,
I ain’t got long to stay here.
My Lord, He calls me,
He calls me by the thunder;
The trumpet sounds within my soul,
I ain’t got long to stay here.
Refrain
Green trees are bending,
Poor sinners stand a-trembling;
The trumpet sounds within my soul,
I ain’t got long to stay here.
Refrain
My Lord, He calls me,
He calls me by the lightning;
The trumpet sounds within my soul,
I ain’t got long to stay here.
'Hidden art' is found in the 'minor' areas of life. By 'minor' I (Edith Schaeffer)mean what is involved in the 'everyday' of anyone's life, rather than his career or profession. Each person has some talent which is unfulfilled in some 'hidden area' of his being, and which could be expressed and developed.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Day Before Thanksgiving Menu
Honey Baked Ham
Potato Salad
Succotash
Stewed Cabbage
Cavit Pinot Noir
Sweet Tea
Vanilla Ice Cream
Chocolate Chip Cookies
O most merciful Father, who hast blessed the labours of the husbandman in the returns of the fruits of the earth; We give the humble and hearty thanks for this thy bounty; beseeching thee to continue thy loving-kindness to us, that our land may still yield her increase, to thy glory and our comfort; through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Amen!
Honey Baked Ham
Potato Salad
Succotash
Stewed Cabbage
Cavit Pinot Noir
Sweet Tea
Vanilla Ice Cream
Chocolate Chip Cookies
O most merciful Father, who hast blessed the labours of the husbandman in the returns of the fruits of the earth; We give the humble and hearty thanks for this thy bounty; beseeching thee to continue thy loving-kindness to us, that our land may still yield her increase, to thy glory and our comfort; through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Amen!
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
New Manchester Mill
Several weeks ago a friend and I took advantage of a ranger-guided tour through the remains of this successful cotton mill destroyed by the Yankees on July 9, 1864.
It sparked my memory and I returned to my own family history where a great-great-great uncle raccounts the destruction of the Planters Factory on the Ocmulgee River this very week 146 years ago. Read a short clip about it on my other blog.
While I got my exercise that day, learned some history, and absorbed some beautiful vistas, I couldn't help but recommit my body and being to resisting the continued encroachment of the Federal government into the hearts and lives of all Americans.
General Sherman wanted to do it then.
Legislators and politicans continue that mission by overstepping their bounds, most recently demonstrated in the body-scanning practices and full-bodied patdowns of the TSA
AND
the multiplying tentacles of big government invading our privacy all the way down to our personal medical records.
Howl, please.
and then
Howl some more.
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