The parade of leftist intolerance at this time of year, especially this year, it seems, is astonishing. It would almost be humorous if it weren't so serious. The latest in the continuing saga is brought to us by the good folks that run the Charlie Norwood Veterans Administration Medical Center in Augusta, Georgia. They're having such a merry Christmas, they couldn't stand for a group of high school students to sing traditional Christmas hymns to the vets.
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Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
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Monday, December 23, 2013
Sunday, December 25, 2011
The Words Charles Wesley Wrote for 'Hark! The Herald Angels Sing'
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| Charles Wesley |
“Glory to the newborn King;
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled!”
Joyful, all ye nations rise,
Join the triumph of the skies;
With th’angelic host proclaim,
“Christ is born in Bethlehem!”
Refrain:
Hark! the herald angels sing,
“Glory to the newborn King!”
Christ, by highest Heav’n adored;
Christ the everlasting Lord;
Late in time, behold Him come,
Offspring of a virgin’s womb.
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see;
Hail th’incarnate Deity,
Pleased with us in flesh to dwell,
Jesus our Emmanuel.
Hail the heav’nly Prince of Peace!
Hail the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings,
Ris’n with healing in His wings.
Mild He lays His glory by,
Born that man no more may die;
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth.
Come, Desire of nations, come,
Fix in us Thy humble home;
Rise, the woman’s conqu’ring Seed,
Bruise in us the serpent’s head.
Now display Thy saving pow’r,
Ruined nature now restore;
Now in mystic union join
Thine to ours, and ours to Thine.
Adam’s likeness, Lord, efface,
Stamp Thine image in its place:
Second Adam from above,
Reinstate us in Thy love.
Let us Thee, though lost, regain,
Thee, the Life, the inner man:
Oh, to all Thyself impart,
Formed in each believing heart.
Source for the words: http://library.timelesstruths.org/music/Hark_the_Herald_Angels_Sing/
Saturday, December 24, 2011
There was a Man Sent from God whose Name was John
December 24th.
As a kid all the way up into my fifties, I always looked forward to December 24th. It is always just one of the best days of the year. It is a day that has carried memories of many Christmases past. Things that I recall from childhood Christmases, and in those later Christmastimes with my own children, never seem to fade. They were always happy times, even when we were stationed overseas in my Army days. In my family, we always opened one gift apiece on Christmas Eve. December 24th was always the day! Not even my own birthday each year filled me with as much anticipation.
Maybe it will be like that again. I cannot know that for sure right now; for today is the first December 24th since the last one. Memories today--and all year long leading up to today--are and have been filled with what transpired on Christmas Eve, 2010.
December 24, 2010 was my stepfather, John's last day with us. That wasn't John's choice; my brother, Mike decided that for him. But then Officer Garcia of the Mount Airy Police Department decided that it would be Mike's last day with us, too. Such decisions! Such consequences! We began the year with a double funeral on New Year's Day.
All year long I've kept the message on my cell phone of Jack calling me on Christmas Day to tell me what happened. Three hundred and sixty-two days later, I got a Christmas card from Jack and his family. I think I'll put the family photo he enclosed on the fridge and delete the phone message.
This Christmas, Jack took his family someplace far away for a vacation. My mother decided she would travel, too, visiting my brother, Greg and his family and perhaps some old friends in and around Onslow County, North Carolina. Connie and I are glad just to stay home and watch each other swallow. Sarah is here with us, and Sam, and Mr. Herky. We plan to talk to Rebekah and the little ones tonight via Skype.
And, before we go to bed, each of us will open a gift. After all, it's Christmas Eve.
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| John H. Edinger, Jr. (Jan 5, 1940 - Dec 24, 2010) My Stepfather |
As a kid all the way up into my fifties, I always looked forward to December 24th. It is always just one of the best days of the year. It is a day that has carried memories of many Christmases past. Things that I recall from childhood Christmases, and in those later Christmastimes with my own children, never seem to fade. They were always happy times, even when we were stationed overseas in my Army days. In my family, we always opened one gift apiece on Christmas Eve. December 24th was always the day! Not even my own birthday each year filled me with as much anticipation.
Maybe it will be like that again. I cannot know that for sure right now; for today is the first December 24th since the last one. Memories today--and all year long leading up to today--are and have been filled with what transpired on Christmas Eve, 2010.
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| Michael C. Edinger (Sep 3, 1965 - Dec 24, 2010) My brother |
All year long I've kept the message on my cell phone of Jack calling me on Christmas Day to tell me what happened. Three hundred and sixty-two days later, I got a Christmas card from Jack and his family. I think I'll put the family photo he enclosed on the fridge and delete the phone message.
This Christmas, Jack took his family someplace far away for a vacation. My mother decided she would travel, too, visiting my brother, Greg and his family and perhaps some old friends in and around Onslow County, North Carolina. Connie and I are glad just to stay home and watch each other swallow. Sarah is here with us, and Sam, and Mr. Herky. We plan to talk to Rebekah and the little ones tonight via Skype.
And, before we go to bed, each of us will open a gift. After all, it's Christmas Eve.
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