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No Need To Shop Anymore (The Only True Black Friday via Paul Tripp)

The world seems to be obsessed with Black Friday, looking for their desires to be met at a discount price.
It an ironic contrast that the Christian Black Friday is about someone sacrificing their life receiving the full penalty for sin for the salvation of others, while the world’s current Black Friday is about the world scrambling for discount prices in order to fulfil their needs.
(and yes, my purchases have been made)

Paul Tripp has poem that remembers the real Black Friday.
The most important thing can’t be bought at any price.
It can only be received freely because Jesus paid the price for us.

No Need To Shop Anymore

There was only one Black Friday.
It was not the day after Thanksgiving.
It was not a day when self-oriented consumers
bumped into,
climbed over,
pushed into,
screamed at,
and hated the other consumers who were
in their way.
No, all the action of the one Black Friday
was on a hill of death
outside the city
where three souls hung on crosses
—two criminals and the Messiah.
Christ doing what he came to do
and what the world was desperate for.
That Friday the world went dark,
the Father turned his back,
graves opened, and
the veil ripped in two.
The Son carried the Father’s anger.
Death was offered so life could be given.
Darkness fell so light would shine.
Payment made;
freedom given;
redemption accomplished.
There was only one Black Friday.
No need to shop anymore for
a Savior.

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A Hymn To God The Father – Sunday Songs

A Hymn To God The Father is a song based on poetry by John Donne as sung by Buddy Greene.

A Hymn to God the Father

Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun,
Which was my sin, though it were done before?
Wilt thou forgive that sin, through which I run,
And do run still, though still I do deplore?
When thou hast done, thou hast not done,
For I have more.

Wilt thou forgive that sin which I have won
Others to sin, and made my sin their door?
Wilt thou forgive that sin which I did shun
A year or two, but wallow’d in, a score?
When thou hast done, thou hast not done,
For I have more.

I have a sin of fear, that when I have spun
My last thread, I shall perish on the shore;
But swear by thyself, that at my death thy Son
Shall shine as he shines now, and heretofore;
And, having done that, thou hast done;
I fear no more.


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The Hound Of Heaven Read By Richard Burton

By personal request I utilised excerpts from Francis Thompson’s poem The Hound Of Heaven in a funeral service today.
It expresses something of the faith journey of the lady who requested it.
Here’s Richard Burton’s recitation of the poem.


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Banjo Paterson’s A Bush Christening Read By Leonard Teale

If you’ve never heard Leonard Teale’s rendition of Banjo Paterson’s A Bush Christening you’re missing out.

Sometime I’ll post his The Man From Snowy River.


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When Good Friday Is The Same Date As The Annunciation

March 25 is observed by some Christians as the date on which the annunciation by the angel of Mary’s pregnancy with Jesus took place.
It is very unusual for the day to be shared by Good Friday.
Read more about that here.
From Mockingbird, a poem by John Donne, “Upon the Annunciation and Passion Falling upon One Day.”

Tamely, frail body, abstain today; today
My soul eats twice, Christ hither and away.
She sees Him man, so like God made in this,
That of them both a circle emblem is,
Whose first and last concur; this doubtful day
Of feast or fast, Christ came and went away;
She sees Him nothing twice at once, who’s all;
She sees a Cedar plant itself and fall,
Her Maker put to making, and the head
Of life at once not yet alive yet dead;
She sees at once the virgin mother stay
Reclused at home, public at Golgotha;
Sad and rejoiced she’s seen at once, and seen
At almost fifty and at scarce fifteen;
At once a Son is promised her, and gone;
Gabriel gives Christ to her, He her to John;
Not fully a mother, she’s in orbity,
At once receiver and the legacy;
All this, and all between, this day hath shown,
The abridgement of Christ’s story, which makes one
(As in plain maps, the furthest west is east)
Of the Angels’ Ave and Consummatum est.
How well the Church, God’s court of faculties,
Deals in some times and seldom joining these!
As by the self-fixed Pole we never do
Direct our course, but the next star thereto,
Which shows where the other is and which we say
(Because it strays not far) doth never stray,
So God by His Church, nearest to Him, we know
And stand firm, if we by her motion go;
His Spirit, as His fiery pillar doth
Lead, and His Church, as cloud, to one end both.
This Church, by letting these days join, hath shown
Death and conception in mankind is one:
Or ‘twas in Him the same humility
That He would be a man and leave to be:
Or as creation He had made, as God,
With the last judgment but one period,
His imitating Spouse would join in one
Manhood’s extremes: He shall come, He is gone:
Or as though the least of His pains, deeds, or words,
Would busy a life, she all this day affords;
This treasure then, in gross, my soul uplay,
And in my life retail it every day.


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Alan Rickman Reads Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130

Here is the late Alan Rickman reading Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130.
A tremendous performer.


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Christopher Lee’s Reading Of Edgar Allan Poe’s ‘The Raven’

For all of you missing Christopher Lee, here’s a bed time story. (for grown up children)