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Archive for January 3rd, 2011

2010 in review

The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:

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A Boeing 747-400 passenger jet can hold 416 passengers. This blog was viewed about 4,400 times in 2010. That’s about 11 full 747s.

In 2010, there were 387 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 1,519 posts.

The busiest day of the year was October 11th with 51 views. The most popular post that day was Man – Woman.

Where did they come from?

The top referring sites in 2010 were en.wordpress.com, gayle-gaylesblog.blogspot.com, facebook.com, en.search.wordpress.com, and Tag Surfer.

Some visitors came searching, mostly for martin wells knapp, norman j clayton, norman j. clayton, norman clayton, and john knox death.

Attractions in 2010

These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.

1

Man – Woman October 2010
1 comment

2

Norman J Clayton – birth, Jan. 22, 1903 January 2010

3

Interchurch Holiness Convention – eab articles November 2008
2 comments

4

Martin Wells Knapp – death, Dec. 7, 1901 December 2008

5

God’s Revivalist – eab articles November 2008

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Dumbing Down

The heathen made gods like themselves –

bringing the god-idea down, instead of up,

like Christians.

Modern Bible translations dumb-down the Bible,

 instead of bringing ideals & education

up.                         

  – eab, 12/6/10

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When a line of verse comes tumbling

Over the falls of your mind,

(The first line’s always the hardest)

Then another line’s not far behind,

You’ll find yourself “a fumbling,”

To find paper and pen and ink,

To grab that, that line unique,

Before it keeps on tumbling

Down the river of your mind,

To be forever beyond reach –

Your mind may ne’er be able

Again to grasp this feeble “fable,”

Only once will it be so near the beach.

When you awake tomorrow,

You’ll find to your sad sorrow,

That the thought of last night

Has quickly flowed,

Past the bends of your fluid mind,

And the idea you saw quite “kind,” 

Is now completely out of sight.

How works then the poet’s mind?

How does he verse seem to find,

Where prose writers mine them not?

Poets sometimes find the unsought

Ideas and how to say them,

Come in different ways;

To some men they seem to come,

As often in the night as in the days,

As these lines have flowed,

Down the river of my mind,

And sought outward expression,

Of a weak, poetic kind.

                – eab, 1/3/07

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I NEED THEE EVERY HOUR

I need Thee every hour, most gracious Lord;
No tender voice like Thine can peace afford.

Refrain

I need Thee, O I need Thee;
Every hour I need Thee;
O bless me now, my Savior,
I come to Thee.

I need Thee every hour, stay Thou nearby;
Temptations lose their power when Thou art nigh.

I need Thee every hour, in joy or pain;
Come quickly and abide, or life is in vain.

 I need Thee every hour; teach me Thy will;
And Thy rich promises in me fulfill.

I need Thee every hour, most Holy One;
O make me Thine indeed, Thou blessèd Son.

WHOLLY THINE

Thine, most gracious Lord,
O make me wholly Thine—
Thine in thought, in word and deed,
For Thou, O Christ, art mine.

Refrain

Wholly Thine, wholly Thine;
Thou hast bought me, I am Thine;
Blessčd Savior, Thou art mine;
Make me wholly Thine.

Wholly Thine, my Lord,
To go when Thou dost call;
Thine to yield my very self
In all things, great and small.

Wholly Thine, O Lord,
In every passing hour;
Thine in silence, Thine to speak,
As Thou dost grant the power.

 Wholly Thine, O Lord,
To fashion as Thou wilt,
Strengthen, bless and keep the soul
Which Thou hast saved from guilt.

Thine, Lord, wholly Thine,
For ever one with Thee—
Rooted, grounded in Thy love,
Abiding, sure and free.

Annie Sherwood Hawks died this date, 1/3/1918 at Benn­ing­ton, Ver­mont, where she had been living for many years, with the W E Putnam’s (her daughter and son-n-law).

 Annie was born 5/28/1836 at Hoosick, New York.  Her poem began being published in the 1850’s.  She and Charles H Hawks were mar­ried in 1857.

 The following are reported to be the exact words of Mrs. Hawks.

“One day as a young wife and mo­ther of 37 years of age, I was bu­sy with my reg­u­lar house­hold tasks.  Sudden­ly, I be­came so filled with the sense of near­ness to the Mast­er that, won­der­ing how one could live with­out Him, ei­ther in joy or pain, these words, ‘I Need Thee Ev­e­ry Hour,’ were ush­ered in­to my mind, the thought at once tak­ing full pos­sess­ion of me.”

This, her most famous piece, first saw pub­lication in November of 1872, at the Na­tion­al Bap­tist Sun­day School Con­ven­tion held in Cin­cin­na­ti, Ohio.

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