A complicated race…
Monday, December 31st, 2007Is about to get a lot more complicated.
Lifelong Democrat, then Republican, now Independent.
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The current mayor of New York, his net worth in now estimated at 11.7 billion. Yes, billion. With a “B”.
Is about to get a lot more complicated.
Lifelong Democrat, then Republican, now Independent.
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The current mayor of New York, his net worth in now estimated at 11.7 billion. Yes, billion. With a “B”.
The Innocence Mission - Away in a Manger
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,
The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head.
The stars in the sky looked down where He lay,
The little Lord Jesus, asleep on the hay.
The cattle are lowing, the Baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesus, no crying He makes;
I love Thee, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky
And stay by my cradle till morning is nigh.
Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask Thee to stay
Close by me forever, and love me, I pray;
Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care,
And fit us for Heaven to live with Thee there.
Hopefully you can join us next week at Blackhawk Ministries for a look at our Delightful God.
Here’s the outline:The Delightful God
Luke 6:20 - And he lifted up his eyes on his disciples, and said:
“Blessed are you who are poor, for yours is the kingdom of God.
21 “Blessed are you who are hungry now, for you shall be satisfied.

Worksheet #1 posted!
Brittle Clay in Tender Hands - Part One
Happy Birthday, Liesl! (Charmian Carr)
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ON THE MORNING OF CHRIST’S NATIVITY
This the month, and this the happy morn,
Wherein the Son of Heaven’s Eternal King,
Of wedded maid and virgin mother born,
Our great redemption from above did bring;
For so the holy sages once did sing,
That he our deadly forfeit should release,
And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.
That glorious form, that light insufferable,
And that far-beaming blaze majesty,
Wherewith he wont at Heaven’s high council-table
To sit the midst of Trinal Unity
He laid aside, and, here with us to be.
Forsook the courts of everlasting day,
And chose with us a darksome house of mortal clay.
Say, Heavenly Muse, shall not thy sacred vein
Afford a present to the Infant God?
Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain,
To welcome him to this his new abode,
Now while the heaven, by the Sun’s team untrod,
Hath took no print of the approaching light,
And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright?
See how from far upon the eastern road
The star-led wizards haste with odours sweet!
Oh, run! present them with thy humble ode,
And lay it lowly at his blessed feet;
Have thou the honour first thy Lord to greet,
And join thy voice unto the Angel Quire,
From out his secret altar touched with hallowed fire.
… John Milton (Composed - 1629)