Archive for December, 2009

The Christ of Christmas is the same all year.

The Savior of Seasons is always very near.

The Lamb will lead you, from day to day,

And the Joy of Jesus can be yours all the way.

The Son will shine the whole year round;

If the Prince of Peace your soul has found.

So may He be King of your kingdom,

And may His joy be yours:

As you commemorate the Gift of God,

And your happiness, as an angel, soars. [1]     

                – eab, 12/65           

[1] This is Bryan’s first card.  Printed at God’s Bible School by my old roommate and friend, Paul Zehr, Berne IN.  We roomed when he was a college junior and I was a high school junior.

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Christians, awake, salute the happy morn
Whereon the Savior of the world was born.
Rise to adore the mystery of love
Which hosts of angels chanted from above,
With them the joyful tidings first begun
Of God incarnate and the virgin’s Son.

Then to the watchful shepherds it was told,
Who heard th’angelic herald’s voice, “Behold,
I bring good tidings of a Savior’s birth
To you and all the nations of the earth;
This day hath God fulfilled His promised Word;
This day is born a Savior, Christ the Lord.”

He spoke; and straightaway the celestial choir
In hymns of joy, unknown before, conspire;
The praises of redeeming love they sang,
And Heav’n’s whole orb with alleluias rang.
God’s highest glory was their anthem still,
Peace on the earth and unto men good will.

To Bethl’hem straight th’enlightened shepherds ran
To see the wonder God had wrought for man
And found, with Joseph and the blessèd maid,
Her Son, the Savior, in a manger laid;
Then to their flocks, still praising God, return,
And their glad hearts with holy rapture burn.

Like Mary let us ponder in our mind
God’s wondrous love in saving lost mankind!
Trace we the Babe, who hath retrieved our loss,
From His poor manger to His bitter cross,
Tread in His steps, assisted by His grace,
Till man’s first heav’nly state again takes place.

Then may we hope, th’angelic hosts among,
To sing, redeemed, a glad triumphal song.
He that was born upon this joyful day
Around us all His glory shall display.
Saved by His love, incessantly we sing
Eternal praise to Heav’n’s almighty King.

John Byrom on this date, 12/25/1845 gave his daughter Dolly the present of the carol “Christians, Awake, Salute the Happy Morn.”  Byrom was born 2/29/1691 at Old Sham­bles, Man­ches­ter, Eng­land.  He passed from this life 9/26/1763, in the same town.

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The easy road


Leads to the hardest place – hell


The hard road


Leads to the easiest place – heaven. 


 -eab, 12/8/09

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C. D. B.

Three months and past have fled through space,

Since I saw last his mortal face.

Since I last saw in burning pain,

The face of “Pa” in final strain.

Three months and past I saw him last,

On the morning of Christmas Eve. [1]


[1] Clyde D. Bryan, my dad, was born 2/5/1904 and died the morning of 12/24/1976.

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From heaven above to earth I come
To bear good news to every home;
Glad tidings of great joy I bring,
Whereof I now will say and sing:


To you this night is born a child
Of Mary, chosen virgin mild;
This little child, of lowly birth,
Shall be the joy of all the earth.


This is the Christ, our God and Lord,
Who in all need shall aid afford;
He will Himself your Savior be
From all your sins to set you free.


He will on you the gifts bestow
Prepared by God for all below,
That in His kingdom, bright and fair,
You may with us His glory share.


These are the tokens ye shall mark:
The swaddling-clothes and manger dark;
There ye shall find the Infant laid
By whom the heavens and earth were made.


Now let us all with gladsome cheer
Go with the shepherds and draw near
To see the precious gift of God,
Who hath His own dear Son bestowed.


Give heed, my heart, lift up thine eyes!
What is it in yon manger lies?
Who is this child, so young and fair?
The blessed Christ-child lieth there.


Welcome to earth, Thou noble Guest,
Through whom the sinful world is blest!
Thou com’st to share my misery;
What thanks shall I return to Thee?


Ah, Lord, who hast created all,
How weak art Thou, how poor and small,
That Thou dost choose Thine infant bed
Where humble cattle lately fed!


Were earth a thousand times as fair,
Beset with gold and jewels rare,
It yet were far too poor to be
A narrow cradle, Lord, for Thee.


For velvets soft and silken stuff
Thou hast but hay and straw so rough,
Whereon Thou, King, so rich and great,
As ’twere Thy heaven, art throned in state.


And thus, dear Lord, it pleaseth Thee
To make this truth quite plain to me,
That all the world’s wealth, honor, might,
Are naught and worthless in Thy sight.


Ah, dearest Jesus, holy Child,
Make Thee a bed, soft, undefiled,
Within my heart, that it may be
A quiet chamber kept for Thee.


My heart for very joy doth leap,
My lips no more can silence keep;
I, too, must sing with joyful tongue
That sweetest ancient cradle-song:


Glory to God in highest heaven,
Who unto us His Son hath given!
While angels sing with pious mirth
A glad new year to all the earth.

Martin Luther on this date 12/14/1534, wrote “From Heaven Above to Earth I Come” for his children’s Christmas gift

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Evolutionists believe IN


        What they think is gradual change;


Because, if they believed IN


           God, they would have to change.


                – 12/13/09

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God-Given Mind

The God given mind

Is a marvelous thing.

It can hear a melody

That the mouth can sing.

It can see a landscape

That the hand can sketch.

And it can smell aromas:

A recipe, and catch.

                – eab, 12/20/08

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