Today was a mostly-good day. I got my housecleaning done with a little extra time, which is so nice for Thursdays. Then, I went to school and sat at the window-table with Lizbelle and studied for a couple of hours. The sun even shone on us!
After recitation (I only had one recitation today) Maria and I went to the Storm Cellar and looked at shoes and cardigans there, then to Goodwill. I found both shoes and a cardigan, which made me really happy. The shoes are black and flat, which is what I needed for the choir concert tomorrow night. The sweater is a kind of purple/pink color and will match my striped dress. That made me very happy, because so far I've had to borrow a sweater from Maria every time I wanted to wear the dress. Maria also got a pair of shoes, at Ross. Then we picked up some ice cream and hot fudge sauce and went to Claire's for dinner and dessert. She had made a chicken sauce to put over rice. It was amazing. So we had dinner with Claire, Meg and Kathleen and that was great. Then I came back here and got to chat with Jordan a little, and get my reading done for tomorrow.
And then, when that had all been finished, I went to the kitchen and pulled out a pan and a bowl. Boiled some pasta, mixed up a parmesan sauce and mixed the two together to make a delicious parmesan pasta meal for my lunch tomorrow (and Bobbi's). It was good to just get into the kitchen and cook what I wanted to cook, and not necessarily what others wanted me to cook. I'm also excited about eating a hot lunch tomorrow. :)
And, speaking of tomorrow- I have a choir concert tomorrow! It is titled "All Creatures of Our God and King" (I think). At least- that is the theme. We're singing African, French, Italian, Latin and English songs that are based on the idea of the creatures praising God. Also- another first is that we'll be joined by the kids choir that Dr. Erb teaches. They are so cute! They're singing the African song with us, which will be really fun, I'm sure. We all had to memorize the song, so that will make it more fun, too. It's always that way.
Also, Dad and Mom and the kids are coming down for the concert. I hope that we can find something to do after the concert, so that they don't have to leave so soon after the concert.
But, because I have such a long day ahead of me tomorrow, I am going to bed. Good night moon.
Tuesday
week six: my thankful list
I need to write some of the things I'm thankful for, because I need to remind myself.
1. Dr. Erb
2. choir
3. ice cream
4. time
5. a new keyboard on my laptop. (yay!)
6. Easter
7. A three-day weekend with my family.
8. sleep
9. my pillow (even though I left it at home last weekend)
10. the comfy chair
1. Dr. Erb
2. choir
3. ice cream
4. time
5. a new keyboard on my laptop. (yay!)
6. Easter
7. A three-day weekend with my family.
8. sleep
9. my pillow (even though I left it at home last weekend)
10. the comfy chair
Saturday
Christ Jesus Lay in Death's Strong Bands
One of my favorite hymns.
Christ Jesus Lay in Death's Strong Bands
by Martin Luther
Christ Jesus lay in death’s strong bands,
For our offenses given;
But now at God’s right hand He stands,
And brings us life from Heaven.
Wherefore let us joyful be,
And sing to God right thankfully
Loud songs of Alleluia! Alleluia!
No son of man could conquer Death,
Such mischief sin had wrought us,
For innocence dwelt not on earth,
And therefore Death had brought us
Into thralldom from of old
And ever grew more strong and bold
And kept us in his bondage. Alleluia!
But Jesus Christ, God’s only Son,
To our low state descended,
The cause of Death He has undone,
His power forever ended,
Ruined all his right and claim
And left him nothing but the name,
His sting is lost forever. Alleluia!
It was a strange and dreadful strife
When life and death contended;
The victory remained with life;
The reign of death was ended.
Stripped of power, no more it reigns,
An empty form alone remains
Death’s sting is lost forever! Alleluia!
Here the true Paschal Lamb we see,
Whom God so freely gave us;
He died on the accursed tree—
So strong His love!—to save us.
See, His blood doth mark our door;
Faith points to it, Death passes over,
And Satan cannot harm us. Alleluia!
So let us keep the festival
Where to the Lord invites us;
Christ is Himself the joy of all,
The Sun that warms and lights us.
By His grace He doth impart
Eternal sunshine to the heart;
The night of sin is ended! Alleluia!
Then let us feast this Easter day
On the true Bread of Heaven;
The Word of grace hath purged away
The old and wicked leaven.
Christ alone our souls will feed;
He is our Meat and Drink indeed;
Faith lives upon no other! Alleluia!
Christ Jesus Lay in Death's Strong Bands
by Martin Luther
Christ Jesus lay in death’s strong bands,
For our offenses given;
But now at God’s right hand He stands,
And brings us life from Heaven.
Wherefore let us joyful be,
And sing to God right thankfully
Loud songs of Alleluia! Alleluia!
No son of man could conquer Death,
Such mischief sin had wrought us,
For innocence dwelt not on earth,
And therefore Death had brought us
Into thralldom from of old
And ever grew more strong and bold
And kept us in his bondage. Alleluia!
But Jesus Christ, God’s only Son,
To our low state descended,
The cause of Death He has undone,
His power forever ended,
Ruined all his right and claim
And left him nothing but the name,
His sting is lost forever. Alleluia!
It was a strange and dreadful strife
When life and death contended;
The victory remained with life;
The reign of death was ended.
Stripped of power, no more it reigns,
An empty form alone remains
Death’s sting is lost forever! Alleluia!
Here the true Paschal Lamb we see,
Whom God so freely gave us;
He died on the accursed tree—
So strong His love!—to save us.
See, His blood doth mark our door;
Faith points to it, Death passes over,
And Satan cannot harm us. Alleluia!
So let us keep the festival
Where to the Lord invites us;
Christ is Himself the joy of all,
The Sun that warms and lights us.
By His grace He doth impart
Eternal sunshine to the heart;
The night of sin is ended! Alleluia!
Then let us feast this Easter day
On the true Bread of Heaven;
The Word of grace hath purged away
The old and wicked leaven.
Christ alone our souls will feed;
He is our Meat and Drink indeed;
Faith lives upon no other! Alleluia!
Friday
Behold I Come
Holy week is almost over and I have only two more days of Christ and Easter related poems. Here is today's (barely before the end of the day). So here is a short little work by Annie Johnson Flint.
Behold I come, by Annie Johnson Flint
"Behold, I come" -- the darkness lightens
above all sorrow and all fear;
Beyond the clouds the Daystar brightens,
and our deliverance is near;
The groaning earth awaits the hour
when all the wrongs of time are past,
and clothed with power and with glory,
the Kings of kings will reign at last.
Behold I come, by Annie Johnson Flint
"Behold, I come" -- the darkness lightens
above all sorrow and all fear;
Beyond the clouds the Daystar brightens,
and our deliverance is near;
The groaning earth awaits the hour
when all the wrongs of time are past,
and clothed with power and with glory,
the Kings of kings will reign at last.
Thursday
Low in the Grave He Lay
The lyrics are a little different than the song I remember us singing every Easter Sunday growing up, but it's still a great song.
LOW IN THE GRAVE HE LAY
Low in the grave He lay, Jesus my Savior,
Waiting the coming day, Jesus my Lord!
Waiting the coming day, Jesus my Lord!
Up from the grave He arose,
With a mighty triumph o’er His foes,
He arose a Victor from the dark domain,
And He lives forever, with His saints to reign.
He arose! He arose!
Hallelujah! Christ arose!
With a mighty triumph o’er His foes,
He arose a Victor from the dark domain,
And He lives forever, with His saints to reign.
He arose! He arose!
Hallelujah! Christ arose!
Vainly they watch His bed, Jesus my Savior;
Vainly they seal the dead, Jesus my Lord!
Vainly they seal the dead, Jesus my Lord!
Up from the grave He arose,
With a mighty triumph o’er His foes,
He arose a Victor from the dark domain,
And He lives forever, with His saints to reign.
He arose! He arose!
Hallelujah! Christ arose!
With a mighty triumph o’er His foes,
He arose a Victor from the dark domain,
And He lives forever, with His saints to reign.
He arose! He arose!
Hallelujah! Christ arose!
Death cannot keep its Prey, Jesus my Savior;
He tore the bars away, Jesus my Lord!
He tore the bars away, Jesus my Lord!
Up from the grave He arose,
With a mighty triumph o’er His foes,
He arose a Victor from the dark domain,
And He lives forever, with His saints to reign.
He arose! He arose!
Hallelujah! Christ arose!
With a mighty triumph o’er His foes,
He arose a Victor from the dark domain,
And He lives forever, with His saints to reign.
He arose! He arose!
Hallelujah! Christ arose!
Wednesday
Easter, by George Herbert
Rise, heart, thy lord is risen. Sing his praise
Without delays,
Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise
With him may'st rise:
That, as his death calcinиd thee to dust,
His life may make thee gold, and, much more, just.
Awake, my lute, and struggle for thy part
With all thy art,
The cross taught all wood to resound his name
Who bore the same.
His stretchиd sinews taught all strings what key
Is best to celebrate this most high day.
Consort, both heart and lute, and twist a song
Pleasant and long;
Or, since all music is but three parts vied
And multiplied
Oh let thy blessиd Spirit bear a part,
And make up our defects with his sweet art.
Without delays,
Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise
With him may'st rise:
That, as his death calcinиd thee to dust,
His life may make thee gold, and, much more, just.
Awake, my lute, and struggle for thy part
With all thy art,
The cross taught all wood to resound his name
Who bore the same.
His stretchиd sinews taught all strings what key
Is best to celebrate this most high day.
Consort, both heart and lute, and twist a song
Pleasant and long;
Or, since all music is but three parts vied
And multiplied
Oh let thy blessиd Spirit bear a part,
And make up our defects with his sweet art.
Tuesday
O Sacred Head Now Wounded
One of my favorite hymns of all times and perfect for Holy Week.
1. O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down, now scornfully surrounded with thorns, thine only crown: how pale thou art with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn! How does that visage languish which once was bright as morn! 2. What thou, my Lord, has suffered was all for sinners' gain; mine, mine was the transgression, but thine the deadly pain. Lo, here I fall, my Savior! 'Tis I deserve thy place; look on me with thy favor, vouchsafe to me thy grace. 3. What language shall I borrow to thank thee, dearest friend, for this thy dying sorrow, thy pity without end? O make me thine forever; and should I fainting be, Lord, let me never, never outlive my love for thee.
Monday
The Windhover, To Christ our Lord
So, I know I said I was going to post Easter poems or lyrics every day this week, but I can imagine someone reading this and wondering how I ever got Easter-ness out of it. Well, the truth is, I don't really know. I guess because it is full of sun-rise imagery, or maybe because it talks about how beautiful the Windhover is, and then talks about the fire that broke from Christ being so much more beautiful and more glorious. Anyhow, this poem speaks of Easter to me, and I thought maybe you all could enjoy it, too.
The Windhover
To Christ Our Lord
To Christ Our Lord
I caught this morning morning's minion, king-
dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding
Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding
Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird, – the achieve of, the mastery of the thing.
dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding
Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding
Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird, – the achieve of, the mastery of the thing.
Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here
Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion
Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!
No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion
Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion.
Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion
Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!
No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion
Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion.
Sunday
All Glory Laud and Honor
ALL GLORY LAUD AND HONOR(by Theodulf of Orleans)Thou art the King of Israel,
Thou David’s royal Son,
Who in the Lord’s Name comest,
The King and Blessèd One.
Refrain: All glory, laud and honor,To Thee, Redeemer, King,
To Whom the lips of children
Made sweet hosannas ring.
The company of angels
Are praising Thee on High,
And mortal men and all things
Created make reply.
Refrain:All glory, laud and honor,To Thee, Redeemer, King,
To Whom the lips of children
Made sweet hosannas ring.
The people of the Hebrews
With palms before Thee went;
Our prayer and praise and anthems
Before Thee we present.
Refrain:All glory, laud and honor,To Thee, Redeemer, King,
To Whom the lips of children
Made sweet hosannas ring.
To Thee, before Thy passion,
They sang their hymns of praise;
To Thee, now high exalted,
Our melody we raise.
Refrain:All glory, laud and honor,To Thee, Redeemer, King,
To Whom the lips of children
Made sweet hosannas ring.
Thou didst accept their praises;
Accept the prayers we bring,
Who in all good delightest,
Thou good and gracious King.
Refrain: All glory, laud and honor,To Thee, Redeemer, King,
To Whom the lips of children
Made sweet hosannas ring.
Holy week
I love Palm Sunday and the story of Christ's triumphal entry into Jerusalem. This morning Pastor Wilson preached on Palm Sunday, but it was more about how God is two-handed. In other words- when God does things with His right hand, they are the things we expect Him to do. The obvious blessings in our lives. But when He does things with His left hand, they are the things that seem wrong to us. Like Christ entering Jerusalem on the back of a donkey's colt and with palm branches strewn across the ground in front of Him, only to be killed days later. Or when God directs the world in such a way that a tsunami brushes across the land and death is going hand-in-hand with it. God's left-handed actions are the ones that seem all backwards to us, but are within His plan and still come out good in the end. So, today we celebrate one of the most well-known left-handed days.
This coming week is Holy Week (well, technically it started today) and I've tried to decide what to do on my blog special for these next seven days. And my plan? Well, my plan is to post the lyrics to an Easter-related song every day or an Easter poem. That shouldn't be too hard to do. I hope. I am really good at forgetting about this blog, though, so hopefully the whole thing doesn't flop like a seven-year-old's belly the first time he tries to dive into the water.
Blessings on your week.
This coming week is Holy Week (well, technically it started today) and I've tried to decide what to do on my blog special for these next seven days. And my plan? Well, my plan is to post the lyrics to an Easter-related song every day or an Easter poem. That shouldn't be too hard to do. I hope. I am really good at forgetting about this blog, though, so hopefully the whole thing doesn't flop like a seven-year-old's belly the first time he tries to dive into the water.
Blessings on your week.
Friday
History trip
On Tuesday I went on a history field trip. Historypalooza 2011's Magical Mystery History trip, to be exact. Mr. Schlect led us through Nez Perce country and showed us petroglyphs, objects from Nez Perce legends, battle sites, museum artifacts and other Nez Perce-related objects. It was a *very* long day (we left town at 5:00 AM and got back at 9:40 PM) but it was so worth it. I loved it almost every step of the way.
I have a lot of pictures that I could put up, but I am tired and have just uploaded them to facebook, so anyone who wants to see them will have to wait until I have more time or go look them up on fb. But I will put up one shot- the group all lined up along the edge of Whitebird Canyon, looking down into the beautiful depths while listening to Mr. Schlect tell stories. Which description pretty much describes the whole day.
And now- toodle-oo and pip-pip.
And now- toodle-oo and pip-pip.
Sunday
my weekend
Here are some photos from my weekend at home and my aunt's wedding.
Devon and Evelyn.
I think she was having a bit of an attitude problem right about the time I was snapping pictures.
While Devon was just being cute. :)
Vicki, my oldest sister and the matron of honor at my aunt's wedding. Isn't she just beautiful here?
Marvin and Heather.
The happy couple.
Mom and Grandma with their beautiful grandbabies, Marcus and Evelyn.
A whole lot of us. I won't name us all now, but my whole immediate family was there, except one older brother, and there were other aunts, uncles and grandparents there, too.
And that the is last picture I'll put up for today. I hope you (whoever you are) enjoyed this pictorial view of my weekend.
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