Christmas According to Kids

From: Southland Christian Church

The Power of the Cross

Eastern Orthodox Christmas Story

In The Bleak Midwinter

A Gaelic Blessing

Deep peace of the running wave to you

Deep peace of the flowing air to you

Deep peace of the quiet earth to you

Deep peace of the shining stars to you

Deep peace of the gentle night to you

Moon and stars pour their healing light on you

Deep peace of Christ, of Christ

The light of the world to you

Deep peace of Christ to you
-John Rutter

Christ the Lord is Risen Today

The 15 Antiphon of Holy Friday

(Sung by Vassilis Hadjinicolaou)

Today He who hung the earth upon the waters
is hung on the tree,
The King of the angels is decked with a crown of thorns.
He who wraps the heavens in clouds is wrapped
 in the purple of mockery.
He who freed Adam in the Jordan is slapped on the face.
The Bridegroom of the Church is affixed to the Cross with nails.
The Son of the virgin is pierced by a spear.

We worship Thy passion, O Christ.
We worship Thy passion, O Christ.
We worship Thy passion, O Christ.

Show us also Thy glorious resurrection.

Wolf dog sings to a baby to stop his cry

'It Is Well With My Soul' - The Rest of the Story

By James N. Watkins
Feb. 24, 2011

You’ve probably heard the famous story of Horatio Spafford (pictured) writing the beloved hymn “It Is Well with My Soul” following the death of his four daughters...Story

I Will Run To You

Your eye is on the sparrow

And Your hand, it comforts me

From the ends of the Earth to the depth of my heart

Let Your mercy and strength be seen

You call me to Your purpose

As angels understand

For Your glory, may You draw all men

As Your love and grace demand

And I will run to You

To Your words of truth

Not by might, not by power

But by the spirit of God

Yes I will run the race

'Till I see Your face

Oh let me live in the glory of Your grace

by Darlene Zschech

99 Balloons

My sister-in-law's niece had a trisomy 18 baby who now is in the arms of the Lord. It was a time of great sadness, but O the love that Abbie's short, sweet life inspired in all of us!

Photo and video editing at www.OneTrueMedia.com

There's a great website called CaringBridge where we all connected for prayer and updates for Abbie.

Be Still my Soul

Be still, my soul; the Lord is on thy side;

Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;

Leave to thy God to order and provide;

In every change He faithful will remain.

Be still, my soul; thy best, thy heavenly, Friend

Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

Be still, my soul; thy God doth undertake

To guide the future as He has the past.

Thy hope, thy confidence, let nothing shake;

All now mysterious shall be bright at last.

Be still, my soul; the waves and winds still know

His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below.

Be still, my soul, though dearest friends depart

And all is darkened in the vale of tears;

Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart,

Who comes to soothe thy sorrows and thy fears.

Be still, my soul; thy Jesus can repay

From His own fulness all He takes away.

Be still, my soul; the hour is hastening on

When we shall be forever with the Lord,

When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,

Sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored.

Be still, my soul; when change and tears are past,

All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.

by Catharina von Schlegel, 1697-?

Translated by Jane Borthwick, 1813-1897

Come People of the Risen King

How Deep the Father's Love For Us...

How deep the Father's love for us,
How vast beyond all measure
He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure.
How great the pain of searing loss.
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the Chosen One,
Bring many sons to glory.

Behold the Man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders.
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
Call out among the scoffers.
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished;
His dying breath has brought me life.
I know that it is finished.

I will not boast in anything:
No gifts, no power, no wisdom.
But I will boast in Jesus Christ:
His death and resurrection.
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer.
But this I know with all my heart:
His wounds have paid my ransom.
...Stuart Townend

All Flesh is Like the Grass...

My friend's mother died today and she and I listened to this...