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Showing posts with label hymns. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hymns. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Those Items which Occupy My Desk at Present



On a normal day, my desk area is neat and tidy, because I cannot work in chaos. However, my desk items are revolting, and now crowd its entire surface in protest, crying, "5% of the desktop occupies 93% of the office accessories!"

I thought I would seize this pivotal moment in history to describe my desk's contents to you, because never before has such equality in the distribution of office supplies been seen on the face of my desk.

  • My Bible (most importantly!), neatly tucked in an Amish-made bookcover to protect its paperback...ness.
  • Two notebooks, one containing ponderings on various theological and philosophical subjects, another some rather pitiful poetry, and the last some attempts at Venn diagrams.
  • Four mugs used as penholders depicting paintings by Mary Cassatt and... some other person whose name escapes me. One contains pencils, mostly mechanical; one Sarasa gel pens; another Papermate gel pens; and the last, other brands of gel pens. (I like gel pens.)
  • Several pens and pencils scattered about the desktop, protesting segregation of utensils.
  • A hymnal open to Be Still My Soul. Yes, with music by Jean Sibelius!
  • Two long rope-like erasers.
  • The score to Beethoven's Symphony No. 5 in C Minor, Op. 67.
  • Some Post-It notes containing jottings of a story idea that seized my mind late one night.
  • An iPod USB cord... thing.
  • Another notebook with musical staves on the sheets in which I've learned composition is not my forte.
  • A hair elastic.
  • A Kindle.
  • A copy of Macbeth.
  • A calculator, for I am a calculator addict. But I usually use the app on my iPod, so the real one's rather dusty.
  • The Oxford Latin Desk Dictionary.
  • Quite an assortment of postcards to be sent to friends, as well as a letter or two to which replies need to be sent.
  • A wooden icthys engraved with the words Rejoice in the Lord.
  • A Lennox lamb.
  • A miniature of Monet's Houses of Parliament in the Fog, the original of which was painted in 1903.
  • A tag to something that fell off.
  • The Notebooks of Leonardo da Vinci.
  • And lastly, William Shakespeare.
Not to mention the other books and items in the hutch above my desk, which are numerous enough for another posting. Anticipate one in the near future. Or don't, considering my countless unfilled promises of posts to come. I'm prophetically challenged, it would seem.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

My Story, My Song



[L]et us draw near with a sincere heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled clean from an evil conscience and our bodies washed with pure water. Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for He who promised is faithful.
~Hebrews 10:22,23~

Blessed Assurance
Fanny J. Crosby

Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!
O what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.


Refrain:
This is my story, this is my song,
praising my Savior all the day long;
this is my story, this is my song,
praising my Savior all the day long.

Perfect submission, perfect delight!
Visions of rapture now burst on my sight;
Angels descending bring from above
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.


Perfect submission, all is at rest!
I in my Savior am happy and blest,
Watching and waiting, looking above,
Filled with his goodness, lost in His love.



According to Wikipedia, 
Crosby was visiting her friend Phoebe Knapp as the Knapp home was having a large pipe organ installed. The organ was incomplete, so Mrs. Knapp, using the piano, played a new melody she had just composed. "What do you think the tune says?" asked Knapp.
"Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine", answered Fanny Crosby.