I learned the gospel from hymns

Blogger and author Tim Challies asked this question on Twitter today: If there was one song you had to sing at every Sunday morning service from now until the day you die, which would it be and why? This evening Mr. Challies tweeted that hymns outpaced non-hymns 25 to 1 in the 250 plus responses… Continue reading I learned the gospel from hymns

I think one’s feelings waste themselves in words; they ought all to be distilled into actions which bring results. – Florence Nightingale

(Florence Nightingale nurses)I'm consistently inconsistent at writing here. I ran across this article the other day and felt like someone wrote an article about me.  I really am an introverted person in the way this article describes introvertedness.I don't know how else to get back in the writing groove I dream of being in except… Continue reading I think one’s feelings waste themselves in words; they ought all to be distilled into actions which bring results. – Florence Nightingale

Let thy goodness like a fetter bind my wandering heart to Thee

Come, thou Fount of every blessing,tune my heart to sing thy grace;streams of mercy, never ceasing,call for songs of loudest praise.Teach me some melodious sonnet,sung by flaming tongues above.Praise the mount! I'm fixed upon it,mount of thy redeeming love.Here I raise mine Ebenezer;hither by thy help I'm come; andI hope, by thy good pleasure,safely to… Continue reading Let thy goodness like a fetter bind my wandering heart to Thee