Saturday, August 09, 2008
singing in the rain
August 9th reading from Springs in the Valley:
"His praise shall continually be in my mouth."
I heard him singing early in the morning. It was hardly light! I could not understand that song; it was fairly a lilt of joy. It had been a portentous night for me, full of dreams that did disturb me. Old things that I had hoped to forget, and new things that I had prayed could never come, trooped through my dreams like grinning little bare-faced imps. Certainly I was in no humor to sing. What could possess that fellow out yonder to be telling the whole township how joyous he was? He was perched on the rail fence by the spring run. He was drenched. It had rained in the night and evidently he had been poorly housed. I pitied him. What comfort could he have had through that night bathed in the storm? He never thought of comfort. His song was not bought by any such duplicity. It was in his heart. Then I shook myself: The shame that a lark has finer poise than a man!
- Rev. G.A. Leichliter
"Nothing can break you as long as you sing."
August 9th reading from Springs in the Valley:"His praise shall continually be in my mouth."
Psalm 34:1
"I heard a joyous strain -
A lark on a leafless bough
Sat singing in the rain."
"I heard a joyous strain -
A lark on a leafless bough
Sat singing in the rain."
I heard him singing early in the morning. It was hardly light! I could not understand that song; it was fairly a lilt of joy. It had been a portentous night for me, full of dreams that did disturb me. Old things that I had hoped to forget, and new things that I had prayed could never come, trooped through my dreams like grinning little bare-faced imps. Certainly I was in no humor to sing. What could possess that fellow out yonder to be telling the whole township how joyous he was? He was perched on the rail fence by the spring run. He was drenched. It had rained in the night and evidently he had been poorly housed. I pitied him. What comfort could he have had through that night bathed in the storm? He never thought of comfort. His song was not bought by any such duplicity. It was in his heart. Then I shook myself: The shame that a lark has finer poise than a man!
- Rev. G.A. Leichliter
"Nothing can break you as long as you sing."
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Thanks so much for this sweet post! Cathy sent the link to me--I'm her bird loving, music lover friend. I loved this!
Thank you so much, Saija, for your comment about seeing my comment on The Shack blog!! How neat!! Yes, that book is amazing and I have been proclaiming that to everyone I can. In fact I just recommended it to a blog friend by e-mail the other night. It certainly makes us think outside the box!!!
Thanks again,
Susan
Thanks again,
Susan
Sounds like Paul and Silas singing in the jail after being beaten and thrown in a roman jail
Good Post Saija -- thanks
Good Post Saija -- thanks
Hi Saija!
I came your way after seeing your post on my sweet friend Sita's blog.
I am needing to get ready for church but look forward to coming back to read your posts.
I love this first post.
Have an enjoyable Sunday.
Love,
Valerie
I came your way after seeing your post on my sweet friend Sita's blog.
I am needing to get ready for church but look forward to coming back to read your posts.
I love this first post.
Have an enjoyable Sunday.
Love,
Valerie
What a beautiful quote, Saija...thank you for sharing part of your journey with me..and appreciate the prayer...
Love, Sita
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