Syria

December 24, 2013

Was not Aram of Shem’s bloodline? Blessed be the Lord God of Shem and blessed be Shem’s bloodline and his descendants in Syria.

We thank You, Father, for the defeat of Chedorlaomer the king of Elam, and with Tidal king of nations, and Amraphel king of Shinar, and Arioch king of Ellasar by Abram on Syrian soil. We cry out for the continued defeat in Syria of the demonic spirits represented by these four kings.

Was not Aram of Shem’s bloodline? Blessed be the Lord God of Shem and blessed be Shem’s bloodline and his descendants in Syria.

We thank You, Father, for the patriarch’s wives Rebecca, Leah, and Rachel from Syria. We cry out for new blessings and new life in Syria.

Was not Aram of Shem’s bloodline? Blessed be the Lord God of Shem and blessed be Shem’s bloodline and his descendants in Syria.

We thank You, Father, for the obedience of Your servant Ananias who opened Saul’s eyes in Damascus. We cry out for new vision and new disciples to come forth from the obedience of the Christians in Syria.

Was not Aram of Shem’s bloodline? Blessed be the Lord God of Shem and blessed be Shem’s bloodline and his descendants in Syria.


Christmas poem–a centenary reading

December 24, 2013

Robert Bridges (1844-1930) was a physician and a poet laureate of Britain.

Noël: Christmas Eve 1913

by Robert Bridges
Pax hominibus bonae voluntatis

A frosty Christmas Eve
when the stars were shining
Fared I forth alone
where westward falls the hill,
And from many a village
in the water’d valley
Distant music reach’d me
peals of bells aringing:
The constellated sounds
ran sprinkling on earth’s floor
As the dark vault above
with stars was spangled o’er.
Then sped my thoughts to keep
that first Christmas of all
When the shepherds watching
by their folds ere the dawn
Heard music in the fields
and marveling could not tell
Whether it were angels
or the bright stars singing.

Now blessed be the tow’rs
that crown England so fair
That stand up strong in prayer
unto God for our souls
Blessed be their founders
(said I) an’ our country folk
Who are ringing for Christ
in the belfries to-night
With arms lifted to clutch
the rattling ropes that race
Into the dark above
and the mad romping din.

But to me heard afar
it was starry music
Angels’ song, comforting
as the comfort of Christ
When he spake tenderly
to his sorrowful flock:
The old words came to me
by the riches of time
Mellow’d and transfigured
as I stood on the hill
Heark’ning in the aspect
of th’ eternal silence.

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