Ein feste Burg ist unser Gott

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Ein feste Burg ist unser Gott

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As today is reformation day, there is one hymn that comes to mind. Most of you can probably guess.  A mighty Fortress Is Our God. As a daughter of a German immigrant, I take a special interest in the German side of this hymn. It was first penned in this language by Martin Luther himself, and I think

I love the church

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I love the church

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As I look forward to a conference we will be attending this weekend, I remember back to two years ago when we went to a conference put on by the same director. At this conference a dear family, with whom we have an ongoing friendship, was asked to sing. The song they chose went well with the theme

Arianne is eighteen

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Arianne is eighteen

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Today my beloved sister Arianne is turning eighteen. How the years have flown; I remember the times when we would play dolls together or tell each other stories we had made up, act out scenes from books, and as little girls goof about when we were supposed to be sleeping. I still remember when we tried to keep

The touch of the master's hand

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The touch of the master's hand

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'Twas battered and scarred, And the auctioneer thought it hardly worth his while To waste his time on the old violin, but he held it up with a smile. "What am I bid, good people", he cried, "Who starts the bidding for me?" "One dollar, one dollar, Do I hear two?" "Two dollars, who makes it three?"   "Three