Will Pulls Out the Stops for Thanksgiving – Repost

*Will recorded this hymn last year on Thanksgiving morning. He’s playing for a church service today, but here’s a repost of his joyful rendition of this hymn we love..*

Will is home from college and this morning, he recorded a joyful pipe organ version of this Thanksgiving hymn. Come, Ye Thankful People, Come!


Come, ye thankful people, come,
raise the song of harvest home;
all is safely gathered in,
ere the winter storms begin.
God our Maker doth provide
for our wants to be supplied;
come to God’s own temple, come,
raise the song of harvest home!



A Special Blessing this Thanksgiving

In God’s perfect timing, today I am going to pick up my new hearing aids today with our son, Will, back from college, coming along. We had no means, no way to do this. My hearing has been dropping into a zone where I can’t hardly hear the articulation and voice of my loved ones next to me. Through God’s vast mercies, I was able to get tested and to purchase new hearing aids with the latest technology to replace old ones that never worked correctly. The audiologist put them in last week, and tears just welled up. I could hear the voice of my Tom and Emmy standing behind me. Every word, as clear and crisp as can be. I heard things I haven’t heard in years, like floors creaking and when the audiologist took me outside, I heard the leaves crunching under my feet.

Emmy left this little piece of paper on my desk last night. She does this constantly, writing notes about God or bursting into song. (The other day she sang out,”Thy hand, O Lord, in days of old, was strong to heal and save!” just at the right moment.)

So this will be a very special Thanksgiving for me personally. Emmy’s note says all I can say from a full heart. I am so grateful to the kind people who made this possible, that words don’t really express it adequately. Thank you, dear people. Thank you, God. Soli Deo Gloria.



Willgesuorgan1Our 19-year-old son, Will,  is preparing some large pieces for a concert in June. The recorded clip is the tail end of his concert “ender.” He explained what he was playing.

“It’s the last movement of a symphony improvisation by Marcel Dupre on Christ’s passion….Movement no. 4 Resurrection. The melody is a chant. Here is the text,” he wrote.

Prostrate I adore Thee, Deity unseen, Who Thy glory hidest ‘neath these shadows mean;

Lo, to Thee surrendered, my whole heart is bowed, Tranced as it beholds Thee, shrined within the cloud.

Taste, and touch, and vision, to discern Thee fail;

Faith, that comes by hearing, pierces through the veil. I believe whate’er the Son of God hath told; What the Truth hath spoken, that for truth I hold.

On the Cross lay hidden but thy Deity, Here is hidden also Thy Humanity: But in both believing and confessing, Lord, Ask I what the dying thief of Thee implored.

Thy dread wounds, like Thomas, though I cannot see, His be my confession, Lord and God, of Thee, Make my faith unfeigned ever-more increase, Give me hope unfading, love that cannot cease.

O memorial wondrous of the Lord’s own death; Living Bread, that giveth all Thy creatures breath, Grant my spirit ever by Thy life may live, To my taste Thy sweetness never-failing give.

Pelican of mercy, Jesus, Lord and God, Cleanse me, wretched sinner, in Thy Precious Blood: Blood where one drop for human-kind outpoured Might from all transgression have the world restored.

Jesus, whom now veiled, I by faith descry, What my soul doth thirst for, do not, Lord, deny, That thy face unveiled, I at last may see, With the blissful vision blest, my God, of Thee.

The finale of this movement conveys the power of the Resurrected Christ. Not a weak, simpering, impotent false Jesus, but the risen LORD Jesus Christ, who vanquished death, ascended to heaven and sits at God’s right hand in all power and authority.

Music carries a message of some kind, with or without words. The power of the pipe organ carries the message that the chant confesses. To this message, I say Amen and Amen!

(Will is recording the whole piece tomorrow. But I thought I would share this little clip.)

Be Watchful

Behold, the Bridegroom comes in the middle of the night, and blessed is
the servant He shall find vigilant; but unworthy is he whom he shall
find neglectful. Beware therefore, O my soul, lest you be weighed down
by sleep, lest you be given over to death and be closed out from the
kingdom; but rise up crying out: “Holy! Holy! Holy are You our God…

Sit For a While and Talk

Tarry a while. There is crumb cake and all the coffee or tea you would like. Tell me what is on your heart today. I’m listening, friend. (That’s what this room says to me.) Here is my mother’s old crumb cake recipe. Just in case you’d like to try it.

2 cups flour
1 cup of sugar
1/2 tsp. of ginger
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/2 tsp nutmeg
1/2 cup butter or margerine
1 beaten egg
1/2 cup sour milk (add two tablespoons of vinegar to make it clabber)
1 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. baking soda
1/2 cup of raisins (can use chocolate chips or nuts also)

Sift together sugar, spices and flour. Cut in shortening until crumbly. Set aside one cup of the mix. Mix sour milk, baking soda and baking powder in small bowl. (It will foam up so make sure you do this in a bowl.) Add in the beaten egg. Then stir in dry ingredients just until moistened. Add raisins, nuts or chocolate chips. Batter will be thick. Take half of the crumbly mix set aside earlier and put in the bottom of an ungreased 9 x 13 pan. Spoon in batter gently on top of crumbly mix. Top the batter with the 1/2 cup of mix left over. Bake in oven at 350 for 40 minutes or until toothpick/knife comes out clean.




Time is the first thing mentioned. Without time spent together, you can’t even know who your spouse is as a person. Treat them like a utility? You can do that, but what you have isn’t a marriage at all then. Also, not dissolving the legal contract in court doesn’t mean you have a marriage either.  You can be as divorced in spirit as is humanly possible and still leave the paper intact and be praised for being “married” umpteen years.  Sad truth.


The Building of Our Faith

Our pastor published this excerpt from Martin Luther in one of his newsletters recently. I thought I would share it with you.

God Does Not Desert Those Who Trust in Him

We know that tribulation worketh patience, and patience, experience, and experience, hope. – Romans 5:3-4

“When God wants to strengthen a man’s faith He first weakens it by feigning to break faith with him. He thrusts him into many tribulations and makes him so weary that he is driven to despair, and yet He gives him strength to be still and persevere. Such quietness is patience and patience produces experience, so that when God returns to him and lets His sun rise and shine again, and when the storm is over he opens his eyes in amazement and says: ‘The Lord shall be praised, that I have been delivered from evil. God dwells here. I did not think that all would end so well’.

~ Martin Luther

(Painting is by William Pierce Stubbs, 1842-1909. Ship in a Storm)