http://www.newlife-glastonbury.org/blog/2008/01/15/american-idols-iii-people-magazine/ Thoughts on faith and culture from the community of NewLife Christian Fellowship, Glastonbury, CT Tue, 07 Feb 2012 03:05:51 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2 hourly 1 http://www.newlife-glastonbury.org/blog/2008/01/15/american-idols-iii-people-magazine/comment-page-1/#comment-28334 Heather Stanat Wed, 24 Nov 2010 21:39:10 +0000 http://www.newlife-glastonbury.org/blog/2008/01/15/american-idols-iii-people-magazine/#comment-28334 another strongly agree another strongly agree

]]> http://www.newlife-glastonbury.org/blog/2008/01/15/american-idols-iii-people-magazine/comment-page-1/#comment-5744 lj Tue, 26 Feb 2008 19:21:00 +0000 http://www.newlife-glastonbury.org/blog/2008/01/15/american-idols-iii-people-magazine/#comment-5744 My sentiments, exactly! My sentiments, exactly!

]]> http://www.newlife-glastonbury.org/blog/2008/01/15/american-idols-iii-people-magazine/comment-page-1/#comment-4902 Christopher Dart Sun, 20 Jan 2008 10:33:52 +0000 http://www.newlife-glastonbury.org/blog/2008/01/15/american-idols-iii-people-magazine/#comment-4902 Last night, at the market, I noticed People and commented to my wife, "I only recognize two out of six. I have failed T.V." Last time I wrote of the importance of pastors getting into God's presence. Please understand, when a pastor is on fire for the Lord, the church will become that way. "A river never runs higher than its bank (Leonard Ravenhill)." I said I may follow up that comment with brokenness. Little did I know what was on the horizon . . . My wife and I have been in deep sorrow and bitter tears, pleasure doth evade our hearts as we walk on the way, laughter no longer rings in our ears but silence in its deafening cry as the snow crunches beneath our feet the wind softly flows past our faces cold as ice with Sorrow's embraces. A bird on the wing now flutters past sounds from river valley known at last. Passing car knows not the pain Death's visit our canvas now stain. O Grief, my unwelcome friend will your painful grip never end? A broken heart, O God, thou wilt not despise The arrow which pierced made thy presence realized. Alabaster box broken of costly perfume Shattered our soul doth now fill the room with the gift of our God no longer contained. Last night, at the market, I noticed People and commented to my wife, “I only recognize two out of six. I have failed T.V.”
Last time I wrote of the importance of pastors getting into God’s presence. Please understand, when a pastor is on fire for the Lord, the church will become that way. “A river never runs higher than its bank (Leonard Ravenhill).”
I said I may follow up that comment with brokenness.
Little did I know what was on the horizon . . .
My wife and I have been in deep sorrow and bitter tears,
pleasure doth evade our hearts as we walk on the way,
laughter no longer rings in our ears
but silence in its deafening cry
as the snow crunches beneath our feet
the wind softly flows past our faces
cold as ice with Sorrow’s embraces.
A bird on the wing now flutters past
sounds from river valley known at last.
Passing car knows not the pain
Death’s visit our canvas now stain.
O Grief, my unwelcome friend
will your painful grip never end?
A broken heart, O God, thou wilt not despise
The arrow which pierced made thy presence realized.
Alabaster box broken of costly perfume
Shattered our soul doth now fill the room
with the gift of our God
no longer contained.

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