Archive | May 2016



As every man purposeth in his heart, so let him give, not grudgingly or out of compulsion; for God loveth the cheerful giver.
2 Corinthians 9:7

Giving God what’s leftover at the end of the month is not faith.
It’s about what are you doing with the gifts He has given you?

Photo by Ruth Diane Handley Domigan

The Star Spangled Banner


The Star Spangled Banner

Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hail’d at the twilight’s last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro’ the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watch’d, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof thro’ the night that our flag was still there.
O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

O, thus be it ever when freemen shall stand,
Between their lov’d homes and the war’s desolation;
Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the heav’n-rescued land
Praise the Pow’r that hath made and preserv’d us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause is just,
And this be our motto: “In God is our trust”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

In 1814, Francis Scott Key wrote the poem, Defense of Fort McHenry. The poem was later put to the tune of (John Stafford Smith’s song) The Anacreontic Song, modified somewhat, and retitled The Star Spangled Banner. Congress proclaimed The Star Spangled Banner the U.S. National Anthem in 1931.

Audio: Stephen Sollars
Photo: Elaine Taylor

live well


Live life so well that, even if you die, the empty seats behind you will tell the story that, “yea, this soul did what God sent him/her to do”. Give life and hope into your family, village, community, country, continent and the world at large. ”
― Israelmore Ayivor, The Great Hand Book of Quotes

Photo Courtesy of the Curtiss Family Album

my Savior’s hands


My Savior’s H a n d s

Tiny hands, sent from heaven above
Coming to redeem me with your gift of love
Growing hands, clapping with delight,
Learning family love, obeying day and night.
Praying hands, worshiping one Lord,
Wise among the elders, honoring God’s Word.
Inviting hands, calling twelve to you,
Showing them your Father, hoping they stay true .
Healing hands, mending weary souls,
Touching broken bodies, making sinners whole.
Searching hands, reaching to the lost,
Seeking to redeem them at any cost.
Bleeding hands, ‘neath a heavy load,
Gripping splintered beam on that winding road.
Hated hands, rejected and despised,
Lifted up for mercy as alone you cried.
Helpless hands, surrendered to the cross,
Man’s only hope suspended in final, tragic loss.
Then you shouted: “I T I S F I N I S H E D !”
Silent hands, buried in a tomb,
Waiting for the morning, shrouded in the gloom.
Living hands, forever scarred by love,
Lifting my petitions to mighty God above.
Open hands, still waiting to receive
Each repentant sinner who in faith believes.

Poem by Connie Faust

Photo by Aaron Paul Lazar

Jesus Loves Even Me

Even Me

Jesus Loves Even Me

I am so glad that our Father in Heav’n
Tells of His love in the Book He has giv’n;
Wonderful things in the Bible I see,
This is the dearest, that Jesus loves me.

I am so glad that Jesus loves me,
Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me.
I am so glad that Jesus loves me,
Jesus loves even me.

Though I forget Him, and wander away,
Still He doth love me wherever I stray;
Back to His dear loving arms I do flee,
When I remember that Jesus loves me.

Oh, if there’s only one song I can sing,
When in His beauty I see the great King,
This shall my song through eternity be,
“Oh, what a wonder that Jesus loves me!”

Words & Music: Philip P. Bliss, 1870
Audio: Stephen Sollars
Photo: Mindy Dalton