The old hymns.

Monday morning.  Today Rob and I will return to the Cancer Center for him to get blood work done.  Hopefully his counts will prove that he has rebounded well from the most recent round of chemo as he is scheduled to start another round on Wednesday.  He received a blood transfusion on Friday so that should have helped immensely.  How does the blood donation slogan go?  Give the gift of life? — right on point!  Later this afternoon, Rob will get cast for his first prosthesis — I did not imagine that this would happen so quickly, but these guys seem ready for Rob to get on with it — not to mention how ready Rob is to get on with it!  The chemo in the midst of all of this is a hindrance, to say the least, but it’s not completely stopping the forward progress — just slowing things down a bit.

Yesterday Lee Anne, Rob, and I went to church; it was the first time Rob has been able to go since his surgery, and all went well.  We taxied there and back with no problem whatsoever (thank you, Lord), went in and out through the side door where there are very few stairs, and heard an absolutely inspired sermon on Lazarus.  Truly this church, Fifth Avenue Presbyterian, has been God’s gift to us while we are marooned here in NYC.

What’s happening in the neighborhood?  Our wonderful little bakery has closed (the owners are moving to Rhinebeck, NY, and opening a restaurant there) and the sushi place we loved that suddenly closed has recently reopened with a new name and new menu.  Guess we’ll add it to our must-try list.

At church each week throughout the Lenten season we are singing verses of “What Wondrous Love Is This” — an old traditional hymn that my father had chosen in advance to be sung at his funeral service.  I have to admit that I was unfamiliar with it before a year ago, but now it truly touches me — what a wonderful hymn.  So many of the old hymns have beautiful words and truly great theology.  While we have come to enjoy praise music, there is still so much value in the old hymns, which I’ve heard Chuck Swindoll say on several occasions in our worship services at Stonebriar (in Frisco, TX).  Anyway, here are the words:

What wondrous love is this, O my soul, O my soul!  What wondrous love is this, O my soul!  What wondrous love is this that caused the Lord of bliss to bear the dreadful curse for my soul, for my soul, to bear the dreadful curse for my soul!

To God and to the Lamb, I will sing, I will sing; to God and to the Lamb, I will sing; to God and to the Lamb, Who is the Great I AM, while millions join the theme, I will sing, I will sing, while millions join the theme, I will sing.

And when from death we’re free, we’ll sing on, we’ll sing on; and when from death we’re free, we’ll sing on.  And when from death we’re free we’ll sing and joyful be, and through eternity we’ll sing on, we’ll sing on, and through eternity we’ll sing on.

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One Response to The old hymns.

  1. Kathi Walton says:

    “What Wondrous Love Is This”–one of my favorite hymns! You echoed my sentiments when discussing the beauty of the traditional hymns. What a blessing that y’all have discovered such a profoundly comforting church home in New York. People always think NYC is such a Godless place, yet by sharing your daily experiences through eyes of faith, you’re proving the naysayers wrong.

    You, Rob and Jim were in my thoughts last week in Augusta, a lifetime away.

    Rob’s progress and your energetic supportiveness continue to amaze, confound and inspire. May the arms of God’s special blessings wrap tightly around you this day. …And would someone have the courage to return your wash!



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