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Friday, April 22, 2005

God's spheres, tunes, and chess game

I found the following on another person's blog and thought I'd share it with you. Props to whoamitoblowagainstthewind for this. LINK

God is an interesting chap. I like the fellow. Quite extensively in fact. Its interesting to think of him. He keeps all the celestial spheres spinning and in tune, and still has time--and desire--to sit down and play a little game of chess.

I listened for a while today, and I could hear the tune the spheres were playing. A beautiful melody really. ...sh... the note now is the same harmonic frequency as my soul.

I hope I am a good pawn. I oft reflect on the fact that I am not worthy of the places God moves me to. I remembered today that that is just as it should be. God places me here not because I am fit for the job, but because he has chosen to move me here.

God is awesome. Stop and listen to the Music of the Spheres, he's really quite an excellent composer--and everyone would benefit from some time just listening.


Beautiful, is it not? We should all take the time to stop and listen to the Music of the Spheres. I encourage you to do that now, before you click off the page. Stop. Take a moment to quiet your heart. Listen. Enjoy.

Thursday, April 21, 2005

Blessed Be Your Name. Why?

Blessed Be Your Name
by Matt & Beth Redman

Blessed be Your name in the land that is plentiful
Where Your streams of abundance flow
Blessed be Your name
And blessed be Your name when I'm found in the desert place
Though I walk through the wilderness
Blessed be your name

Every blessing You pour out I'll turn back to praise
And when the darkness closes in Lord
Still I will say

Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your name
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your glorious name

Blessed be Your name when the sun's shining down on me
When the world's "all as it should be"
Blessed be Your name
And blessed be Your name on the road marked with suffering
Though there's pain in the offering
Blessed be Your name

You give and take away
You give and take away
My heart will choose to say
Lord, blessed be Your name


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What an awesome song!!
Blessed be Your Name = Worthy of worship is Your Name
Where Your streams of abundance flow = When I have more than I need
And blessed be Your name when I'm found in the desert place = When You find me lost and wandering
Though I walk through the wilderness = though I can't escape me
Blessed be your name = I still worship Your Name

Every blessing You pour out I'll turn back to praise = Everything big or small I acknowledge as a blessing from You and give you all the praise and glory
And when the darkness closes in Lord = when I can't see my hand in front of my face
Still I will say = Even though all of these things are happening, I will continue to bless Your Name

This song is so amazing! Even just looking at the verse and the first 1/2 of the chorus I have gained not only a better understanding of what I am singing, but also an amazement of God's glory and a curiosity to what prompted the Redmans to write the lyrics to this song... If only the stories behind songs were known and not just "Oh look, there's another song to help us engage in worship" but (as in the case of Horatio G. Spafford) we might know the personal struggles that occurred and the strength that it took to say (as in H.G.S.'s case) "It is well with my soul".

Here's a little history on "It is Well" by H.G.S.:
Horatio G. Spafford and his wife, Anna, were pretty well-known in 1860's Chicago. And this was not just because of Horatio's legal career and business endeavors. The Spaffords were also prominent supporters and close friends of D.L. Moody, the famous preacher. In 1870, however, things started to go wrong. The Spaffords' only son was killed by scarlet fever at the age of four. A year later, it was fire rather than fever that struck. Horatio had invested heavily in real estate on the shores of Lake Michigan. In 1871, every one of these holdings was wiped out by the great Chicago Fire.

Aware of the toll that these disasters had taken on the family, Horatio decided to take his wife and four daughters on a holiday to England. And, not only did they need the rest -- DL Moody needed the help. He was traveling around Britain on one of his great evangelistic campaigns. Horatio and Anna planned to join Moody in late 1873. And so, the Spaffords traveled to New York in November, from where they were to catch the French steamer 'Ville de Havre' across the Atlantic. Yet just before they set sail, a last-minute business development forced Horatio to delay. Not wanting to ruin the family holiday, Spafford persuaded his family to go as planned. He would follow on later. With this decided, Anna and her four daughters sailed East to Europe while Spafford returned West to Chicago. Just nine days later, Spafford received a telegram from his wife in Wales. It read: "Saved alone."

On November 2nd 1873, the 'Ville de Havre' had collided with 'The Lochearn', an English vessel. It sank in only 12 minutes, claiming the lives of 226 people. Anna Spafford had stood bravely on the deck, with her daughters Annie, Maggie, Bessie and Tanetta clinging desperately to her. Her last memory had been of her baby being torn violently from her arms by the force of the waters. Anna was only saved from the fate of her daughters by a plank which floated beneath her unconscious body and propped her up. When the survivors of the wreck had been rescued, Mrs. Spafford's first reaction was one of complete despair. Then she heard a voice speak to her, "You were spared for a purpose." And she immediately recalled the words of a friend, "It's easy to be grateful and good when you have so much, but take care that you are not a fair-weather friend to God."

Upon hearing the terrible news, Horatio Spafford boarded the next ship out of New York to join his bereaved wife. Bertha Spafford (the fifth daughter of Horatio and Anna born later) explained that during her father's voyage, the captain of the ship had called him to the bridge. "A careful reckoning has been made", he said, "and I believe we are now passing the place where the de Havre was wrecked. The water is three miles deep." Horatio then returned to his cabin and penned the lyrics of his great hymn.

The pain H.G.S. must have been feeling! To be sailing over the same area in which his four daughters drowned! And still be able to pen:

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say
It is well, it is well with my soul

It is well (it is well)
With my soul (with my soul)
It is well, it is well with my soul

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come
Let this blessed assurance control
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate
And hath shed His own blood for my soul

My sin, 0 the bliss of this glorious thought
My sin, not in part but in whole
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, 0 my soul!

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll
The trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend
Even so, it is well with my soul


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