Joseph Antony Macellaro |
Weblog | February 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
You lifted me up out of the pit
You set my feet upon a solid rock
Put a new song in my mouth, gave me
reason to sing
You gave me a song of praise
You gave a song, made me go on
Singing praises to your name
You are my King, You are my Lord
You're forevermore the same
I want to praise You, praise You,
praise You, praise You
Praise your holy name
You gave a song, made me go on
Praising your name!
EVIE
Thursday, February 26, 2009
OMG. Bill and Gloria Gaither just made
their own version of MySpace or Facebook:
Gaither Community.
I made a profile a few minutes ago and Gaither fans from all over
the country are already friending me -- 10,000 users have signed up
just in the last five days. When you create a profile, Bill Gaither
is automatically on your friends list like Tom on MySpace lol. Oh,
Bill.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Somewhere in the world today
A little girl will go out to play
All dressed up in Mama's clothes
At least the way that I suppose it goes
Somewhere in the world tonight
Before she reaches to turn out the
light
She'll be praying from a tender heart
A simple prayer that's a work of art
And I don't even know her name
But I'm praying for her just the same
That the Lord will write His name upon
her heart
'Cause somewhere in the course of this
life
A little boy will need a godly wife
So hold on to Jesus, Baby, wherever you
are
Somewhere in the world out there
That little girl's learning how to care
She's picking up her mama's charms
Or maybe swinging around in her daddy's
arms
Somewhere in the world to be
Though the future's not really clear to
me
Theirs could be a tender love
Grounded in eternal love above
And I don't even know her name
But I'm praying for her just the same
That the Lord will write His name upon
her heart
'Cause somewhere in the course of this
life
A little boy will need a godly wife
So hold on to Jesus, Baby, wherever you
are ...
WAYNE WATSON
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Too many miles behind me,
Too many trials are through,
Too many tears help me remember
There's too much to gain to lose.
Too many sunsets lie behind the
mountain,
Too many rivers my feet have walked
through,
Too many treasures are waiting over
yonder;
There's too much to gain to lose.
I've crossed the hot burning
dessert,
I was struggling the right road to
choose,
But somewhere up ahead there's cool
clear water
And defeat is one word I'll never
use.
Too many sunsets lie behind the
mountain,
Too many rivers my feet have walked
through,
Too many treasures are waiting over
yonder;
There's too much to gain to lose.
DOTTIE RAMBO
http://weblogs.newsday.com/sports/columnists/jimbaumbach/blog/2009/02/video_final_piece_of_shea_come.html
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Since I started for the Kingdom,
Since my life He controls,
Since I gave my heart to Jesus,
The longer I serve Him, the sweeter
He grows.
The longer I serve Him, the sweeter
He grows,
The more that I love Him, more love
He bestows;
Each day is like heaven, my heart
overflows,
The longer I serve Him, the sweeter
He grows.
Every need He is supplying,
Plenteous grace He bestows;
Every day my way gets brighter,
The longer I serve Him, the sweeter
He grows.
The longer I serve Him, the sweeter
He grows,
The more that I love Him, more love
He bestows;
Each day is like heaven, my heart
overflows,
The longer I serve Him, the sweeter
He grows.
WILLIAM J. GAITHER, 1965
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
I Will Enter
into His Gates with Thanksgiving
Make a joyful noise unto the Lord,
all ye lands. Serve the Lord with gladness: come before his presence
with singing. Know ye that the Lord he is God: it is he that hath
made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of
his pasture. Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his
courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and bless his name. For
the Lord is good; his mercy is everlasting; and his truth endureth
to all generations.
PSALM 100
Monday, February 16, 2009
So be glad -- yes, actually be glad
that you have problems. Be grateful for them as implying that God
has confidence in your ability to handle these problems with which
He has entrusted you. Adopt this attitude toward problems and it
will tend to syphon off the depression you may have developed from a
negative reaction to them. And as you develop the habit of thinking
in hopeful terms about your problems, you will find yourself doing
much better with them.
This will add to your enjoyment in life
too, for one of the few greatest satisfactions of this life is to
handle problems efficiently and well. Moreover, this successful
handling tends to build up faith that, through God's help and
guidance, you have what it takes to deal with anything that may ever
face you.
NORMAN VINCENT PEALE
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Once, like a bird, in
prison I dwelt;
No freedom from my
sorrow I felt;
But Jesus came and
listened to me,
And, glory to God, He
set me free!
He set me free! Yes, He
set me free!
And He broke the bonds
of prison for me;
I'm glory-bound, my
Jesus to see,
For, glory to God, He
set me free!
ALBERT E. BRUMLEY
Chonda Pierce
talks about her plastic nativity set.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
If I speak in the
tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am
only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of
prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I
have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am
nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body
to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient,
love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it
keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but
rejoices with the truth.
7It always
protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are
tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will
pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when
perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I
talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a
child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we
see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to
face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am
fully known.
And now these three
remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
2 CORINTHIANS 13
Friday, February 13, 2009
I stand by the door.
I neither go too far in, nor stay too far out.
The door is the most important door in the world --
It is the door through which men walk when they
find God.
There's no use in going way inside, and staying
there,
When so many are still outside and they, as much as
I,
Crave to know where the door is.
And all that so many ever find
Is only the wall where a door ought to be.
They creep along the wall like blind men,
With outstretched, groping hands;
Feeling for a door, knowing there must be a door,
Yet they never find it . . .
So I stand by the door.
SAMUEL SHOEMAKER
Thursday, February 5, 2009
We don't own our children: we hold
them in trust for God, who gave them to us. The eighteen or twenty years of
provision and oversight and training that we normally have represent our
fulfillment of that trust.
JOSEPH
BAYLY,
1969
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
When Jesus came to Golgotha they hanged Him on a
tree,
They drave great nails through hands and feet, and
made a Calvary;
They crowned Him with a crown of thorns, red were
His wounds and deep,
For those were crude and cruel days, and human
flesh was cheap.
When Jesus came to Long Island they simply passed
Him by,
They never hurt a hair of Him, they only let Him
die;
For men had grown more tender, and they would not
give Him pain,
They only just passed down the street, and left Him
in the rain.
Still Jesus cried, "Forgive them, for they know not
what they do,"
And still it rained the wintry rain that drenched
Him through and through;
The crowds went home and left the streets without a
soul to see,
And Jesus crouched against a wall and cried for
Calvary.
G. A.
STUDDERT-KENNEDY
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
February 3, 1959 . . . The Day the Music
Died
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