Podcasts about heav'n

“Silent night, Holy night, all is calm, all is bright.” While this classic Christmas carol depicts a possible night when Jesus was born, it’s also an excellent picture of a healthy lifestyle. Take time to be silent and honor the One who is Holy above all else, and we will experience calm amidst chaos and light amidst darkness. “Silent Night, Holy Night; Mindful of mankind's plight, The Lord in Heav'n on high decreed From earthly woes we would be freed! Jesus, God's promise for peace. Jesus, God's promise for peace.” Amen. This episode includes: 1. O Holy Night (from Prayerful Improvisations: Christmas) 2. Hope Assured (from Notes of Comfort: Hope) 3. Come Let Us Adore Him (new) 4. Silent Night (new) God bless you and thanks for listening! - Peter --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/prayimprov/support

Music included in this recording: "De fructu óperum" - Gregorian Chant (Mode 6) Communion antiphon of the 12th Sunday after Pentecost Lyrics: The earth shall be filled with the fruit of Thy works, O Lord, that Thou may bring bread out of the earth, and that wine may cheer the heart of man; that he may make the face cheerful with oil; and that bread may strengthen man's heart. “My Song is Love Unknown” - John Ireland Lyrics: My song is love unknown, my Savior’s love to me, love to the loveless shown, that they might lovely be. O who am I, that for my sake my Lord should take frail flesh and die? He came from his blest throne, salvation to bestow; but men cared not, and none the longed-for Christ would know. But oh, my Friend, my Friend indeed, who at my need his life did spend! Sometimes they strew his way, and his sweet praises sing; resounding all the day hosannas to their King. Then “Crucify!” is all their breath, and for his death they thirst and cry. Why, what hath my Lord done? What makes this rage and spite? He made the lame to run, he gave the blind their sight. Sweet injuries! Yet all his deeds their hatred feeds; they 'gainst him rise. They rise, and needs will have my dear Lord sent away; a murderer they save, the Prince of Life they slay. Yet willing he to suff'ring goes, that he his foes from thence might free. In life, no house, no home my Lord on earth might have; in death, no friendly tomb but what a stranger gave. What may I say? Heav'n was his home, but mine the tomb wherein he lay. Here might I stay and sing, no story so divine; never was love, dear King, never was grief like thine. This is my Friend, in whose sweet praise I all my days could gladly spend.

They will rebuild the ancient ruinsAnd restore the places long devastated;They will renew the ruined citiesThat have been devastated for generations.Isaiah 61:4....."This is my Father's world.O let me ne'er forgetThat though the wrongSeems oft so strong,God is the ruler yet.___This is my Father's world,The battle is not done:Jesus who died shall be satisfied, And earth and Heav'n be one.___This is my Father's worldWhy should my heart be sad?The Lord is King, let the heavens ringGod reigns, let the earth be glad."-"This is My Father's World"

But they urged Him strongly, saying, "Stay with us, for it is toward evening and the day is now far spent." So He went in to stay with them. (Luke 24:29) "Abide with Me" Henry Lyte's last verse of "Abide with Me" expresses the burning of the disciples' hearts--both on the way and at the table after Jesus disappears from their sight. It's a plea and prayer as they begin to understand what happened that Passover weekend. Lyte writes: "Hold Thou Thy Cross before my closing eyes; Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies. Heav'n's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee; In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me." The prayer is a wonderful reminder to us that we shouldn't just ask Jesus to abide with us while things are going good. We should ask Him to abide with us at all times--in life and even in the midst of the struggles of death--so that He can show us His mercy and love poured out for us from the Cross. Take a moment to pray and ask for Jesus to abide with you this morning. Amen.

Sermon on John 1:1-18 preached at Grace Lutheran Church by Rev. Aaron Strong for Christmas Day, 2018. Included at the end of this podcast is a fantastic setting of Martin Luther's classic Christmas chorale, "From Heav'n Above" by Kevin Hildebrand. Audio Download

Sermon on John 1:1-18 preached at Grace Lutheran Church by Rev. Aaron Strong for Christmas Day, 2018. Included at the end of this podcast is a fantastic setting of Martin Luther's classic Christmas chorale, "From Heav'n Above" by Kevin Hildebrand. Audio Download

The Rev. Dr. Kay Cook, Priest AssociateThird Sunday of EasterSunday, April 10, 2016  Acts 9:1-6;Psalm 30;Revelation 5:11-14;John 20: 19-31.Sermon: The Rev. Dr. Kay Cook, Priest AssociateOffertory Music: Now God be praised in Heav'n above - VulpiusRecordings: April 10, 2016 Service | Sermon AudioSt. Aidan's Audio / Video Collection at Archive.orgPodcast: Sermon Audio (MP3, 43.7 MB)

The Gallant Hours (1959) is one heuristic movie. Not only does it teach the Church a thing or two about how to honor faithful service, but it depicts an entirely ideal instance of how to dress properly if you're a minister -- or, Heav'n forfend, a "priest". The last scene of The Gallant Hours is one amazing illustration of the triumph of substance over form in connection with haberdashery. If you're a member of the clergy, or are close to one, PLEASE, help them dress down. We need clergy who dress down! The future of the world depends on it.

Alexander Pope read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com Giving voice to the poetry of the past. -------------------------------------- Nature and Art from An Essay on Criticism: Part 1 by Alexander Pope (1688 – 1744) First follow Nature, and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same: Unerring Nature, still divinely bright, One clear, unchang'd, and universal light, Life, force, and beauty, must to all impart, At once the source, and end, and test of art. Art from that fund each just supply provides, Works without show, and without pomp presides: In some fair body thus th' informing soul With spirits feeds, with vigour fills the whole, Each motion guides, and ev'ry nerve sustains; Itself unseen, but in th' effects, remains. Some, to whom Heav'n in wit has been profuse, Want as much more, to turn it to its use; For wit and judgment often are at strife, Though meant each other's aid, like man and wife. 'Tis more to guide, than spur the Muse's steed; Restrain his fury, than provoke his speed; The winged courser, like a gen'rous horse, Shows most true mettle when you check his course. Those Rules of old discover'd, not devis'd, Are Nature still, but Nature methodis'd; Nature, like liberty, is but restrain'd By the same laws which first herself ordain'd. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud, 2008.

A Pope read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------- Nature and Art from An Essay on Criticism: Part 1 by Alexander Pope (1688 – 1744) First follow Nature, and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same: Unerring Nature, still divinely bright, One clear, unchang'd, and universal light, Life, force, and beauty, must to all impart, At once the source, and end, and test of art. Art from that fund each just supply provides, Works without show, and without pomp presides: In some fair body thus th' informing soul With spirits feeds, with vigour fills the whole, Each motion guides, and ev'ry nerve sustains; Itself unseen, but in th' effects, remains. Some, to whom Heav'n in wit has been profuse, Want as much more, to turn it to its use; For wit and judgment often are at strife, Though meant each other's aid, like man and wife. 'Tis more to guide, than spur the Muse's steed; Restrain his fury, than provoke his speed; The winged courser, like a gen'rous horse, Shows most true mettle when you check his course. Those Rules of old discover'd, not devis'd, Are Nature still, but Nature methodis'd; Nature, like liberty, is but restrain'd By the same laws which first herself ordain'd. First aired: 3 March 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2009

A Pope read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- The Dying Christian to his Soul by Alexander Pope (1688 – 1744) Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, O quit this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, O the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister Spirit, come away! What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath? Tell me, my soul, can this be death? The world recedes; it disappears! Heav'n opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring! Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting? First aired: 19 August 2008 For hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index. Reading © Classic Poetry Aloud 2008

Pope read by Classic Poetry Aloud: http://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/ Giving voice to the poetry of the past. --------------------------------------------- Nature and Art from An Essay on Criticism: Part 1 by Alexander Pope (1688 – 1744) First follow Nature, and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same: Unerring Nature, still divinely bright, One clear, unchang'd, and universal light, Life, force, and beauty, must to all impart, At once the source, and end, and test of art. Art from that fund each just supply provides, Works without show, and without pomp presides: In some fair body thus th' informing soul With spirits feeds, with vigour fills the whole, Each motion guides, and ev'ry nerve sustains; Itself unseen, but in th' effects, remains. Some, to whom Heav'n in wit has been profuse, Want as much more, to turn it to its use; For wit and judgment often are at strife, Though meant each other's aid, like man and wife. 'Tis more to guide, than spur the Muse's steed; Restrain his fury, than provoke his speed; The winged courser, like a gen'rous horse, Shows most true mettle when you check his course. Those Rules of old discover'd, not devis'd, Are Nature still, but Nature methodis'd; Nature, like liberty, is but restrain'd By the same laws which first herself ordain'd.