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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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Pass me not, O gentle Savior,
Hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.


Savior, Savior,
Hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.

Let me at Thy throne of mercy
Find a sweet relief,
Kneeling there in deep contrition;
Help my unbelief.

Trusting only in Thy merit,
Would I seek Thy face;
Heal my wounded, broken spirit,
Save me by Thy grace.

Thou the Spring of all my comfort,
More than life to me,
Whom have I on earth beside Thee?
Whom in Heav’n but Thee?

Music – William Doane, Words – Fanny Crosby

William H Doane died this date, 12/23/1915, in Rhode Is­land.  He was converted to Chrsit at age 17.  Later he was pres­i­dent of the J. A. Fay wood­work­ing ma­chin­ery com­pa­ny and a suc­cess­ful bus­i­ness­man.  Doane was born 2/3/1832, at Pres­ton, Con­nec­ti­cut.

He also was superintendent of the Mount Auburn (Cincinnati, OH) Baptist Sunday School.  Although he wrote at least one “words-and-music hymn” he is primarily known for his music.  He is said to have composed more than 2,200 melodies. The above is just one of the many song with which he collaborated with Fanny Crosby.

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Feeble man thinks


                he knows better


than Infallible God.


                Paint does not


improve an apple!

- eab, 12/22/09

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Twas the darkest of nights,

Far from village lights,

In a stable, lonely, forlorn;

That the Kings of kings,

The Brightest of “brights,”

Descended to be born.   

                – eab, 12/22/06

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Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,
The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head.
The stars in the sky looked down where He lay,
The little Lord Jesus, asleep on the hay.

The cattle are lowing, the Baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesus, no crying He makes;
I love Thee, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky
And stay by my cradle till morning is nigh.

Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask Thee to stay
Close by me forever, and love me, I pray;
Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care,
And fit us for Heaven to live with Thee there.

John Thomas McFarland died this date 12/22/1913, at his home in Ma­ple­wood, NJ.  He was born 1/2/1851, at Mount Ver­non, IN.

McFarland attended Simp­son Coll­ege and Io­wa Wes­ley­an Un­i­ver­si­ty.  He also attended Bos­ton Un­i­ver­si­ty’s School of The­ol­o­gy.  His pas­torates where in the following states: Io­wa, Il­li­nois, Rhode Is­land, New York, and Kan­sas.

It seems there is some disagreement about who wrote “Away in a Manger.”  Many believe Martin Luther wrote the first two verses.  Some think those two were/are anon­y­mous.  Though verses one and two may be in question McFarland is the acknowledged author of the third verse.

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How Humbling!

Why is humility


                Attractive in others


But being humbled


                repulsive to us?                   


– eab, 12/14/09

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The label on the door,

The layout of the floor,

Are nothing, nothing more

Than a small earthly sign.


If the true inner heart,

Did not from God depart,

Or has had a fresh start,

Ah, There is His design.

                – eab, 12/21/2005

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