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About R.E.W

I am author, artist, history buff, wishing to share these three passions of mine with anyone who cares to read this blog. The main drive between these three deep interests of mine is imagination.

History isn't just people and events in a dusty book. Writing isn't just words in a tome. Art isn't just random images in a photograph, sketch or painting. I'll give you examples of what they really are.

For a touch of Christmas on this blog I thought I’d share one of my favorite Christmas songs, one that we sang at church at the Christmas Eve service.

O Holy Night! The stars are brightly shining,
It is the night of the dear Saviour’s birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining.
Till He appeared and the Spirit felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices!
O night divine, the night when Christ was born;
O night, O Holy Night , O night divine!
O night, O Holy Night , O night divine!

Led by the light of faith serenely beaming,
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.
O’er the world a star is sweetly gleaming,
Now come the wisemen from out of the Orient land.
The King of kings lay thus lowly manger;
In all our trials born to be our friends.
He knows our need, our weakness is no stranger,
Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!
Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!

Truly He taught us to love one another,
His law is love and His gospel is peace.
Chains he shall break, for the slave is our brother.
And in his name all oppression shall cease.
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,
With all our hearts we praise His holy name.
Christ is the Lord! Then ever, ever praise we,
His power and glory ever more proclaim!
His power and glory ever more proclaim!

Written by Placide Cappeau & music by Adolphe Charles Adams

 

I love this song because it promises light and peace, it speaks of the joy and love that we can only find in Jesus Christ, our Heavenly Prince. Even though I wander I find myself always drawn back into His arms. And when I look around at the world, I see people trying to find hope or peace in things where there is no Life. No Life is promised by the fleeting comfort of physical pleasure or lust, or material object. Everyone falls into that trap–everyone is attracted to the idea that humans can fulfill our every need, that they can shrug off the idea of a Loving and Forgiving Savior who wants to save the world from sin. We humans think arrogantly that we don’t need anyone. We can take care of ourselves. But wait. Look where America has taken herself with that point of view. Our godless society has lost its foundation. We lost sight of the vision our Founding Fathers had when they penned the Declaration and Constitution.

Whoever you are reading this, please read what I’m saying. Oh, don’t turn away from the Son of God who humbled Himself to save mankind. If you think that America can get away with turning her back on God, then you haven’t taken a history course properly. I’m sure you’ve heard of Ancient Rome and Ancient Greece. Perhaps you’ve heard of the French Revolution, of Nazi Germany? Of Stalin’s Russia? Those nations, societies, countries . . . they deceived themselves. They lied to themselves. They didn’t found themselves on God–they founded themselves on their own arrogant, humanistic approach to what glory and might and power should be founded on. But . . . well, they Fell. They fell–each and every one of them crumpled and could not stand for very long. The French Revolution was an insane blood bath, so extremely different from the American Revolution, because they took God out of the picture. Every person who seeks some “inner peace” or whatever they call it in New Age terms is a lost human being who is in desperate need of a Savior. We all need a Savior, someone to be our Hero from the darkness that wants to come at us with everything vicious and terrible characterizing it. This “weary world” is lost, and there is that glorious, beautiful Hope that has always been, always is, always will be . . . He is there, waiting for us. He wants us. But we don’t want him. For all of humanity civilization has wanted some fulfillment. You see people founding religions like Buddhism, Islam, Hinduism, the New Age way of thought . . . and the list goes on . . . all of them had it wrong. They were lost people in need desperately of somebody to look to. But they missed the point.The Statue of Liberty

America is missing the point. We can’t afford to miss it. Because when we do, it will be the blotting out of the beacon of Liberty and hope and justice that people around the world admired and looked to once upon a time. What does Lady Liberty in New York harbor stand for now? What does she raise her torch for now? Why are the chains broken at her feet when in fact they are clasped harder than ever?

 

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2 Responses to The Beacon of Hope

  1. Dad says:

    Preach it Sister. Inspiring lesson.

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