Rebecca Stark is the author of The Good Portion: Godthe second title in The Good Portion series.

The Good Portion: God explores what Scripture teaches about God in hopes that readers will see his perfection, worth, magnificence, and beauty as they study his triune nature, infinite attributes, and wondrous works. 

                     

Sunday
May252008

Sunday's Hymn

I’m supposed to be posting one of the congregational hymns we sang in church this morning, but I’m going to post a hymn that the choir sang instead. And just to be even more contrary, instead of posting the words as we sang it, I’m going to post the words as they appeared in the Olney Hymns, as they were originally written by John Newton, and I’ll let the song go by its original title, too.
 

Hymn 41: Faith’s review and expectation.

Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound)
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, hut now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.

‘Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believed!

Through many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
‘Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.

The LORD has promised good to me,
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.

Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.

The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But GOD, who called me here below,
Will be for ever mine. 

My favorite YouTube version of this hymn is done by the Utsunomiya Girls Choir.

 
Saturday
May242008

Saturday's Old Photo

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This one of the few photos we have of my Grandfather Russell, my dad’s father. His name was Bruce Russell and he was a banker in Tribune, KS. Sadly, he died of a ruptured appendix while he was still in his twenties, leaving his two little boys, three-years-old and one-year-old, without a dad.
 
Not too long after he died, my grandmother married my Grandpa Vogt, the one you saw in the last two old photos, so my Grandpa Vogt is the only father my dad knew. And a very good father he was.
 
Do you notice that Grandfather Russell is holding a camera while he has his photo taken by someone else with another camera? That’s a little curious, don’t you think? Were they taking photos of each other? Comparing cameras?
 
And was this the camera that took my dad’s baby picture in the rocking chair? So many questions and no one to answer them.
 
We have a collection of love letters between my grandma and this grandpa, letters written before they were married, while she was still in high school and he was a working man. Most of the letters were only a paragraph long, a few sentences, but they wrote faithfully, twice a day. Those were the days, remember, of twice a day mail delivery, so if she wrote in the morning, he was reading her letter in the afternoon.  Almost like email.
Saturday
May242008

Perfect!

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You’re  all out doing fun things for Memorial Day weekend, so you don’t mind if I post self-indulgent drivel like this, do you?

I was beginning to think this might be another year with no summer, but now I’m more optomistic. Yesterday was a milestone day. I hung my laundry outdoors for the first time this year. Today’s been a milestone day, too—my first garage sale Saturday of the season. Life is good.