If mountains and hills can sing, as God has promised in His Word, then so can I--midnight 'n more! Makes sense IF it's daytime....but singing at MIDNIGHT 'n MORE?? Are you kidding?
Let's ask Paul and Silas...
Serving the Lord, they get stuck--literally--in the stocks, imprisoned for their faith in Christ and ministry of the Gospel. At midnight in Philippi, there were no Christian contemporary artists, no CDs, no iPOD, no TBN! Quite "tied down," they couldn't run for a snack, and they certainly didn't need to listen to the blues on National Public Radio! But that was OK, for they had something better to do! They sang praises to the Lord...only God can put music in your heart midnight 'n more--and He did!
Remember - the God of Paul and Silas is your God too - He can give YOU a song for midnight 'n more. Believe it--and have a great tune-humming, God-enriching, choco-rich day AND night!
--Read the entire devo here: "Midnight 'n More: A 24 Hour Sing-along!"
--Copyright 2008 by Peggie C. Bohanon, Springfield, MO 65803.
Walk in Worship - !
Today's hymn: "He Keeps Me Singing" . . . The Hallelujah Chorus
A Taste of Music: Peggie's Favorite Tunes - A Christian music jukebox, courtesy of PlayList.com
Today's prayer: "Lord, it's midnight in my soul, and I need You desperately NOW! Let Your Holy Spirit put a song in my heart this day - lift me up - spirit, mind and soul - and help me to see not the circumstances, but You, high and lifted up. May YOUR praise fill the temple of my heart and then overflow to a needy world around me, In Jesus' Name, Amen.
Walk the Web - Love, laughter 'n life!
Cartoon of the Day: Reverend Fun . . . Today's Humor
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Today's Fun 'n Faith: The Emergency Room . . . The Blue Room - encouraging resources for your night
"Speeding Hymns"
I've Got a Mansion!
"Lady of the Night" by Dick Innes
"Today I Heard a Bird Sing"
Watcher in the Night . . .
Songs in the Night
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Praise vs. Hymns!?!
An old farmer went to the city one weekend and attended the big city church.
He came home and his wife asked him how it was.
"Well," said the farmer, "it was good. They did something different,
however. They sang praise choruses instead of hymns."
"Praise choruses?" said his wife. "What are those?"
"Oh, they're OK. They are sort of like hymns, only different," said the
farmer.
"Well, what's the difference?" asked his wife.
The farmer said, "Well, it's like this - If I were to say to you: "Martha,
the cows are in the corn"' - well, that would be a hymn. If on the other
hand, I were to say to you:
'Martha, Martha, Martha,
Oh Martha, MARTHA, MARTHA,
the cows, the big cows, the brown cows, the black cows
the white cows,
the black and white cows,
the COWS, COWS, COWS
are in the corn,
are in the corn, are in the corn, are in the corn,
the CORN, CORN, CORN.'
Then, if I were to repeat the whole thing two or three times, well, that
would be a praise chorus."
The next weekend, his nephew, a young, new Christian from the city came to
visit and attended the local church of the small town. He went home and his
mother asked him how it was.
"Well," said the young man, "it was good. They did something different
however. They sang hymns instead of regular songs."
"Hymns?" asked his mother. "What are those?"
"Oh, they're OK. They are sort of like regular songs, only different," said
the young man.
"Well, what's the difference?" asked his mother.
The young man said, "Well, it's like this - If I were to say to you:
'Martha, the cows are in the corn' - well, that would be a regular song. If
on the other hand, I were to say to you:
'Oh Martha, dear Martha, hear thou my cry
Inclinest thine ear to the words of my mouth
Turn thou thy whole wondrous ear by and by
To the righteous, inimitable, glorious truth.
For the way of the animals who can explain
There in their heads is no shadow of sense
Hearkenest they in God's sun or His rain
Unless from the mild, tempting corn they are fenced.
Yea those cows in glad bovine, rebellious delight
Have broke free their shackles, their warm pens eschewed
Then goaded by minions of darkness and night
They all my mild Chilliwack sweet corn have chewed.
So look to the bright shining day by and by
Where all foul corruptions of earth are reborn
Where no vicious animals make my soul cry
And I no longer see those foul cows in the corn.'
Then, if I were to do only verses one, three and four and do a key change on
the last verse, well that would be a hymn.
--Selected from Bill's Punch Line.
