31 Days of Song, Day #3

To start off, I am just having a great time looking through old and new Christmas songs for this series!  I really like "I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas."  Christmas music is so much fun!

The song for today is "Christmas Eve/Sarajevo" by The Transiberian Orchestra.  I can't post it on here, but if you go here you can listen to it and watch the awesome video.

This is my 300th post!  Hurray!  I guess that's my little thing for today.  Also, I've been really encouraged by "The Journals of Jim Elliot" today.  He was so good at trusting God for everything.

As a side note, it'd be great if anyone had any suggestions for songs I could do over the course of December?  I don't really have a whole lot so far, so if you could tell me what your favorite Christmas song is, that'd be great!

31 Days of Song, Day #2

My "little thing" for today is that I'm thankful for good books.  Right now I'm reading The Journals of Jim Elliot, and though I'm only a few pages into it, I really enjoy it already.  Jim Elliot was such a man after God's own heart.  He was completely sold out for Him.  May God make me like that.

The song I wanted to post for today is "The First Noel".  I fell completely in love with this song last Christmas.  I like it best when it's sung slowly and thoughtfully, but it's so hard to find a version like that!  I finally found this version by Andy Williams.  I like the way he sings it, and also how he has that old-fashioned sound that's so nostalgic.

*And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night.  Luke 2:8 NIV

No other carol casts such a spell.  The sweet, plaintive strains of "The First Noel," quietly sung on a snow-clad Christmas Eve, bring tears to the eyes and gentle peace to the heart.  "Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel.  Born is the King of Israel."

   If only we knew who wrote it!  It first appeared anonymously in Some Ancient Christmas Carols, published by Davis Gilbert in 1823, and the traditional music evidently came from an unknown source in the west of England.

   The poetry itself is plain.  If we were to recite this rather length piece, we'd get only a garbled sense of the Christmas story.  There's no indication in Scripture, for example, that the shepherds saw the Magi's star.  And the final verse of the original carol seems anticlimatic.  But when combined with its wistful music, the words glow and our hearts are strangely warmed.

   The word noel seems to be a French word with Latin roots: natalis, meaning "birthday."  Modern hymns omit several of the verses.  Here is the complete version.

The first Noel the angels did say was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay;

In fields where they lay keeping their sheep on a cold winter's night that was so deep.

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel; Born is the King of Israel.

They looked up and saw a star shining in the East, beyond them far,

And to the earth it gave great light, and so it continued, both day and night.

And by the light of that same star three wise men came from country far,

To seek for a King was their intent, and to follow the star wherever it went.

This star drew nigh to the northwest; o'er Bethlehem it took its rest.

And there it did both stop and stay, right over the place where Jesus lay.

Then they did know assuredly within that house, the King did lie

One entered in then for to see and found the babe in poverty.

Then entered in those wise men three, full reverently, upon bended knee,

And offered there, in His presence, their gold and myrrh and frankincense.

If we in our time do well we shall be free from death and hell

For God hath prepared for us all a resting place in general.

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel; Born is the King of Israel.

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We put our Christmas tree and decorations up today!  Here's some pictures of the final products.

Our awesome 10-foot Christmas tree.  My mom got it at Salvation Army a year or two ago for $5!

* excerpt taken from "Then Sings My Soul Special Edition" by Robert J. Morgan, pages 22-23

31 Days of Song, Day #1

Over the month of December, I'm going to try and post once a day with different Christmas songs.  I'm going to try as many old Christmas hymns/songs as I can--I have this awesome book that'll really help me out--but I'll also be using more modern songs and modern versions of older songs.  I may throw in a few classics, like "Jingle Bell Rock", or something like that.  Posting for a whole month is one of the goals on my bucket list, although my goal is also to post about "the little things"--the little joys of the day.  So I'll be doing that too.  Christmas music is my favorite kind of music, so this should be fun!



The first song is "Come and Worship" by Bebo Norman.  I love this song.  It's so beautiful and true.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!

The "little thing" for today is that I am SO happy this semester is almost over!  Plus, I actually don't have that much to study for in getting ready for finals. :) Today it's incredibly windy here (gusts up to 70 mph!), and I'm just reminded of God's power in all things.  He's amazing.

Your Great Name

Times Go By Turns

The lopped tree in time may grow again;

Most naked plants renew both fruit and flower;

The sorriest wight may find release of pain,

The driest soil suck in some moistening shower;

Times go by turns and chances change by course,

From foul to fair, from better hap to worse.

The sea of fortune doth not ever flow,

She draws her favors to the lowest ebb;

Her tide hath equal times to come and go,

Her loom doth weave the fine and coarsest web;

No joy so great but runneth to an end,

No hap so hard but may in time amend.

Not always fall of leaf nor every spring,

No endless night yet not eternal day;

The saddest birds a season find to sing,

The roughest storm a calm may soon allay;

Thus with succeeding turns God tempereth all,

That man may hope to rise yet fear to fall.

A chance may win that by mischance was lost;

The net that holds no great, takes little fish;

In some things all, in all things none are crossed,

Few all they need, but none have all they wish;

Unmeddled joys here to no man befall,

Who least hath some, who most hath never all.

-- Robert Southwell