On Twitter


Sunday's Hymn: Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

Come, thou Fount of ev’ry blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise,
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of God’s unchanging love.

Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Hither by thy help I’m come;
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wand’ring from the fold of God:
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed his precious blood.

O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be;
Let that grace now, like a fetter,
Bind my wand’ring heart to thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for thy courts above.

—Robert Robinson




Other hymns, worship songs, prayers, sermons excerpts, or quotes posted today:

Have you posted a hymn (or sermon, sermon notes, prayer, etc.) today and I missed it? Let me know by leaving a link in the comments or by contacting me using the contact form linked above, and I’ll add your post to the list.


Lefties of the World Unite!

Repost of a post from seven years ago today.

Are you a southpaw? I am. Today, August 13th, is Left-Handers’ Day, our day to celebrate our right to be left-handed.

If you’re like me, you’re happy to be left-handed. It’s just one distinction among many, but I’m glad it’s there.

Although to be truthful, I go through life not thinking much about my left-handedness except when someone hands me a pen across a desk so I can sign something. There’s always an awkward split second when I reach across to grab it with my left hand. And then there’s the bank. My bank has little pen stands fastened on the right, which means I have to reach across, bring the pen over to the left, and then write with the pesky pen cord running across my paper. It’s little annoyances like this that remind me that being left-handed does occasionally make a bit of a difference. 

Things Lefties Might Find Difficult

From the  Left-Handers’ Day page, here’s a list of things that left-handers can find difficult. I’ve gone through the list and commented on whether I have trouble with each item. If you’re left-handed, why don’t you do the same?

  1. Crossing other peoples paths/position on pavement.  I don’t think I have more trouble with this than everyone else does, but I’m not sure that I’d know if I did.

  2. Hugging. Hmmm…I will have to admit that I’m an awkward social hugger, but I think that’s more because I’m not much into social hugging in the first place. Stand-offishness would describe my usual attitude to touchy things in public. I’d really rather not, but I am making an effort to become better at these kinds of physical displays of affections because they seem to matter a whole lot to some people I like.

  3. Taking neighbours drink/bread roll at dining table. This is one mistake I do not make. Hooray for me.

  4. Direction of work, decorating/painting rooms. Yep, I do everything from left to right. Painting a room, loading a dishwasher, washing counters or walls. Starting on the right would seem oh-so very wrong.

  5. Being helped to put on a jacket. My husband was left-handed, too, so we were perfectly in-sync when it came to these things. That’s why I married him. Being left-handed meant I was the perfect helper (or left-hand woman?) on his many projects. I knew instinctively which hand would take the tool I was handing, and he used different hands for different tools in a way that would make sense only to another left-hander. Scissors, for instance, force you to use them right-handed or they don’t cut well. And the guards on many power tools are placed for use with the right hand. When my husband and I worked in the kitchen together, we never got in each other’s way, something I can’t say for the times my daughters and I work together in the kitchen.

  6. Receiving change. It does confuse people when you hold out your left hand for the coins.

  7. Putting children’s socks and shoes on. My kids got used to their parents’ backward ways.

  8. Using your left hand as a point of reference when giving directions. I’m not sure, but think this is refering to the tendency to doublecheck which hand you write with before telling someone to turn left or right. Because you’ve been known to get left and right mixed up. And yes, I do this.

  9. Feeling more comfortable sitting on the left hand side of things. If I can, I always sit on the left side. Being on the right of an auditorium or theatre or church discombobulates me. Is this just a left-handed thing, or do righties feel a sense of unease when they sit on the left side of things?

  10. Putting belts on upside down. Huh? There’s a right side up on belts?

  11. Visualise things the opposite way around. I’m not sure. What does this mean, exactly?

  12. Trouble opening/locking locks. I do sometimes have to think about which way to turn the key.

  13. Work stations flow the opposite way around.  Oooh yes! Since both my husband and I were left-handed, the family computers were always set up tilted for a lefty and with the mouse on the left. It’s another one of those parental quirks the children had to get used to. Now, I have my laptop track pad set up for a left-hander. It drives everyone else crazy.

  14. Organising files “back to front”.  I’m pretty sure I don’t do this, because if I did, I’d probably know what this means. 

Lefties and Hair Whorl Direction

Did you know that one of the things associated with left-handedness is the direction of the hair whorl on the back of your head? Righthanders tend to have clock-wise whorls and left-handers’ whorls tend to turn counter clock-wise. This is not always the case, mind you, but it occurs frequently enough that the correlation has been noted by researchers into left-handedness.

My whorl turns counter-clockwise. And I’ve noticed that I part my hair on the right side, while most side parters part their hair on the left. The right side is where my hair parts naturally and I assume that’s related to my backwards whorl direction. What about you? Do you fit the pattern or not?

Writing Lefthanded

Being left-handed can make writing more complicated. Lefties often write in an awkward (and painfully slow) over-handed way, or make a mess of things by smearing the ink with their hand. Being taught correct left-handed writing technique can prevent some of the leftie problems, but many teachers don’t know how to help little leftie learners. I am thankful that my mother and my first grade teacher both took the time to learn how to teach me to write as a left-hander should.

If you have a left-handed child, here’s a video that will explain some of the problems your young writer might have and show how you can make writing easier for them. 

If you’re a leftie, leave a comment to let me know. If you have lefties in your family, I want to know that, too.  


Sunday's Hymn: I Sought the Lord, and Afterward I Knew 

I sought the Lord, and afterward I knew
He moved my soul to seek him, seeking me;
It was not I that found, O Saviour true,
No, I was found of thee.

Thou didst reach forth thy hand and mine enfold;
I walked and sank not on the storm-vexed sea,—
‘Twas not so much that I on thee took hold,
As thou, dear Lord, on me.

I find, I walk, I love, but, O the whole
Of love is but my answer, Lord, to thee;
For thou wert long beforehand with my soul,
Always thou lovedst me.



Other hymns, worship songs, prayers, sermons excerpts, or quotes posted today:

Have you posted a hymn (or sermon, sermon notes, prayer, etc.) today and I missed it? Let me know by leaving a link in the comments or by contacting me using the contact form linked above, and I’ll add your post to the list.


God Is Holy

I’ve just posted at Out of the Ordinary on what it means that God is holy. The piece starts like this:

Several years ago I wrote an essay on God’s holiness, and began by saying that of all God’s attributes, holiness was the most difficult for me to define. I reread that old essay recently and realized I’d missed something important: The word holiness as used to describe God has two distinct meanings.

To find out those two meaning of holiness, read the rest


Sunday's Hymn: I Was a Wandering Sheep 

I was a wand’ring sheep,
I did not love the fold;
I did not love my Shepherd’s voice,
I would not be controlled.
I was a wayward child,
I did not love my home;
I did not love my Father’s voice,
I loved afar to roam.

The Shepherd sought his sheep,
The Father sought his child;
They followed me o’er vale and hill,
O’er deserts waste and wild:
They found me nigh to death,
Famished and faint and lone;
They bound me with the bands of love,
They saved the wand’ring one.

Jesus my Shepherd is;
‘Twas he that loved my soul,
‘Twas he that washed me in his blood,
‘Twas he that made me whole;
‘Twas he that sought the lost,
That found the wand’ring sheep,
‘Twas he that brought me to the fold,
‘Tis he that still doth keep.

I was a wand’ring sheep,
I would not be controlled;
But now I love my Shepherd’s voice,
I love, I love the fold.
I was a wayward child,
I once preferred to roam;
But now I love my Father’s voice,
I love, I love his home.

—Horatius Bonar



Other hymns, worship songs, prayers, sermons excerpts, or quotes posted today:

Have you posted a hymn (or sermon, sermon notes, prayer, etc.) today and I missed it? Let me know by leaving a link in the comments or by contacting me using the contact form linked above, and I’ll add your post to the list.