The last post to our
blog, “Renewed Cities,” was in May 2014. We resume our bit of writing during
Advent for a few reasons. The first is, I have a little more time. For the
majority of this year we have filled the Philadelphia pulpit vacated by the
untimely death of a dear friend, Abe Oliver. We have enjoyed the assignment,
but preparation and travel time left little time for writing.
Pat’s health has been declining and my father-in-law, Roy W. Kolas Sr., passed away on Flag Day, June 14. Several trips to Indiana left us exhausted and still less discretionary time than usual. We miss Roy’s presence and rich contributions to our life. Pat’s health remains a challenge, and we are making new attempts at establishing routines to help us negotiate the ever-changing byways of Parkinson’s Disease.
We received little feedback to most of our “Renewed Cities” posts and I was secretly hoping someone would say, “We miss you!” Alas, few did and I spent some time evaluating whether or not we should stick with the exercise.
Joy
to the World , the Lord is come!
Let earth receive her King;
Let every heart prepare Him room,
And Heaven and nature sing,
And Heaven and nature sing,
And Heaven, and Heaven, and nature sing.
Joy to the World, the Savior reigns!
Let men their songs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat the sounding joy,
Let earth receive her King;
Let every heart prepare Him room,
And Heaven and nature sing,
And Heaven and nature sing,
And Heaven, and Heaven, and nature sing.
Joy to the World, the Savior reigns!
Let men their songs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat,
repeat, the sounding joy.
No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make His blessings flow
Far as the curse is found,
Far as the curse is found,
Far as, far as, the curse is found.
He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of His righteousness,
And wonders of His love,
And wonders of His love,
And wonders, wonders, of His love.
No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make His blessings flow
Far as the curse is found,
Far as the curse is found,
Far as, far as, the curse is found.
He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of His righteousness,
And wonders of His love,
And wonders of His love,
And wonders, wonders, of His love.
I beg the church to sing this faith-building anthem. Sing it often. Sing it well! Sing it until tears well up in people’s eyes. Sing “No more let sins and sorrows grow, nor thorns infest the ground.” Hope warms, then seeps and finally spews as a geyser as the Word that became flesh is discovered. Friends, let’s sing Joy to the World! All together now . . .
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