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Showing posts from February 9, 2012

Prayer, Thought

Lord, I thank You for this morning wakening and the blood running warm through my veins. Protect me, family members and all peoples of the world with Your amazing grace and mercy. In Jesus' name I pray. Amen. - Rev. Lynwood F. Mundy

Fresh Start Devotionals

Fathers and Sons Positioned in my favorite section of the Sport’s Stadium, I sat next to my two sons as we watched the Canadians trounce the Dukes. Personally, I like AAA ball. It is close enough to the Majors that you get to see some fine athletes, yet far enough away from “the show” that you can get good seats at a reasonable price. The game started out bad. We already began eating our hot dogs when the announcer asked us to stand, remove our hats as we honor our countries by singing “O Canada,” and the “National Anthem.” I juggled my coke, nachos, hot dog, program, cellular phone, stood up and paid my respects. Standing for our National Anthem is a privilege, but O Canada? Oh well, that’s sportsmanship. The game got worse. The lead off hitter smacked the first pitch of the game, into right field for a stand-up double. By the end of the top of the first, Albuquerque was already behind by five. At one point of the game, it would have taken a touchdown and a two-point conversion …

Amazing Grace : 366 Inspiring Hymn Stories for Daily Devotions

February 8 O LOVE THAT WILT NOT LET ME GO George Matheson, 1842–1902 I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with lovingkindness. (Jeremiah 31:3) The writing of this thoughtful and artistically constructed text is most remarkable! It was authored by an esteemed Scottish minister who was totally blind and who described the writing as the “fruit of much mental suffering.” Many conjectures have been made regarding the cause of the “mental suffering.” Fortunately, Dr. George Matheson did leave this account: My hymn was composed in the manse of Innelan on the evening of the 6th of June, 1882, when I was 40 years of age. I was alone in the manse at that time. It was the night of my sister’s marriage, and the rest of the family were staying overnight in Glasgow. Something happened to me, which was known only to myself, and which caused me the most severe mental suffering. The hymn was the fruit of that suffering. It was the quickest bit of work I ever did in my life.…