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There are several lessons to be learned from this weeks passage. This section of Bunyan’s Pilgrim’s Progress clearly paints a vivid picture of the material world we all live in. 1. The items that make up the first list of … Continue reading →

Hugh Stowell, the author to From Ev’ry Stormy Wind that Blows, was born December 3, 1799, on the Isle of Man, which is a small island in the Irish Sea, which was a part of the British Isles. He was … Continue reading →

From Ev’ry Stormy Wind that Blows Words: Hugh Stowell, 1828 Tune: Retreat, L.M., by Thomas Hastings, 1842 Harmonized by: Rhys Thomas, 1916 From ev’ry stormy wind that blows, From ev’ry swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure … Continue reading →

Pilgrims Progress/Sunday School “You did well to talk so plainly to him as you did. There is but little of this faithful dealing with men nowadays, and that makes religion to stink in the nostrils of many as it doth; … Continue reading →

I have taken the last week off, mainly getting The Plowman “tuned up” and ready for 2006. This year I plan to devote more energy here using the site as a study aid for the high school Sunday school class … Continue reading →

John tells us in the opening chapter to his gospel that “Jesus came to his own, and his own people did not receive him.” Rejection! What a sad thought. Imagine coming home for Christmas and being rejected by your own … Continue reading →

Better than planting taters and onions, indeed! Notice how Heaven is described, not by what we will do, or think, or say, or feel , or touch, or taste. Heaven is all about Who we will see, “without a veil”, … Continue reading →

After the first cold weather, I mean even the faintest hint of cold weather, this is the day I eagerly wait for. I know there is much more sloppy, cold, blustery, yuck-laden days ahead, but just knowing that the days … Continue reading →

Well, it’s that time again. Over the past week or so I have scraped up quirky quotes from all over the web-log world. I have widened my scope a bit, reading about half again more web logs than in previous … Continue reading →

Words: Paul Gerhardt, 1653 Translated: Catherine Winkworth, 1858 Tune: Warum Solit’ Ich Mich Denn Grämen by Johann G. Ebeling, 1666 All my heart this night rejoices As I hear Far and near Sweetest angel voices. “Christ is born,” their choirs … Continue reading →