…is the name of the poem I used for this morning’s Sunday School class, Isaac Watts’ rendering of Psalm 114. Beautiful:
When Isr’el, freed from Pharaoh’s hand,
Left the proud tyrant and his land,
The tribes with cheerful homage own
Their king; and Judah was his throne.
Across the deep their journey lay;
The deep divides to make them way.
Jordan beheld their march, and led,
With backward current, to his head.
The mountains shook like frighted sheep,
Like lambs the little hillocks leap;
Not Sinai on her base could stand,
Conscious of sov’reign pow’r at hand.
What pow’r could make the deep divide?
Make Jordan backward roll his tide?
Why did ye leap, ye little hills?
And whence the fright that Sinai feels?
Let ev’ry mountain, ev’ry flood,
Retire and know th’ approaching God,
The King of Isr’el: see him here!
Tremble, thou earth, adore and fear.
He thunders, and all nature mourns;
The rock to standing pools he turns,
Flints spring with fountains at his word,
And fires and seas confess the Lord.
Watts is rapidly climbing my list of favorite hymn writers. Here’s a brief biography:
A fantastic arrangement by Sufjan Stevens of one of my favorite hymns.
I’m hoping that after you broke into my car and stole my iPod you went under the settings menu, saw that it’s named “Bryan Gumpy’s iPod”, googled my name, and came upon my blog.
I wanted to let you know that if it was so important for you to have an iPod, you could’ve just asked. To be honest, with Winter weather approaching, I’d much rather have my driver’s side window than my iPod. You know, just for future reference.
Also, I thought I’d make some suggestions for listening since you’re the proud new owner my iPod.
For starters, I would listen to the works of John Piper, John MacArthur, Alistair Begg, Mark Driscoll, Francis Chan, and just about anyone else on there that is going to explain in detail your depravity and need for Jesus.
After that, maybe then you’ll be able to appreciate the Christian tunes. Especially ones like Crooked Deep Down by Derek Webb or Blood Is On My Hands by Todd Agnew.
Your iPod Donor,
Andrew Osenga did it again. A free album. You can get it here. I haven’t listened to it in its entirety yet but after listening to it the way I usually do a brand new album I think I’m going to like it better than Vol. 1, and I loved Vol. 1.
You’re curious how I listen to a new album now, aren’t you? Ok, so more often than not, I don’t have time to sit and listen to an album straight through and if I do, a lot of times I’m too excited and lack the patience to listen to it straight through and hear all of the songs that way. So this is what I do. For each song on the album I listen to the first 10 seconds then skip to the middle and listen to another 10 seconds, sometimes I’ll even listen to the last 10 seconds. As a musician, I’m actually a little embarrassed of this method, knowing that if the artists ever had a way of knowing that I was doing that they might want their album back. However, in my experience, it’s proved a quick way to get a general idea of how good an album is going to be…generally. I will say though, I won’t write off an album until I have listened to it straight through, the way it was meant to be listened to. So don’t judge.
How do you listen to a brand new album?
I know. More videos, less words. Bear with me. Although I was feeling a lot better yesterday, I’m feeling almost back to start today: not well.
So my question is, are John MacArthur and R.C. Sproul listening to the same stuff I am? This stuff is awesome.
Disclaimer: I was speaking in sarcasm. Please, I beg you, don’t listen to these songs in their entirety. Although, be sure to check out the sweet dance number at the end of the second one. It’s worth watching but I don’t know if it’s worth watching the whole video for. Just skip to 1:50 on the counter. You’ll see.
I kinda laughed at the part they labeled “Piano Solo”. Let’s be real. They’re just givin Coltrane a chance to catch his breath. Great video.
Some of my fondest memories of Azusa Pacific University took place with these guys. The APU Men’s Chorale.
Probably one of my favorites was my first performance with these guys at St. Francis Episcopal church in Upland. We did two performances, first for their “contemporary” service and then for their main service. I put contemporary in quotes because if the man leading the service is wearing robes and you sing hymns exclusively, we clearly have different definitions of contemporary. Moving on…
It just happened to be bring your pet to church day. Awesome. People had brought their dogs, cats, hamsters, rabbits, ferrets, you get the idea…all to be blessed by the minister. Again: awesome. So in this contemporary service, our choir outnumbered the congregation two to one and once we started singing we wanted nothing more than to be able to just blend in. We started singing a hymn that was altogether unfamiliar to us. I remember us making it a verse or two before we started shielding each other so we could get our giggles in although after reading the first verse I don’t see how we made it that long. It culminated in a handful of us actually hunched over laughing. Thankfully there were enough of us in man choir that we could stick them in the middle out of the sight of the congregation. Maybe you had to be there, but here are the lyrics nonetheless. And some videos of one of Man Choir’s more recent performances. Give em a listen. They’re awesome.
A Sing of all Creation Dolphins leaping, swallows gliding, Glory in God. Wolves a-howling, eagles soaring, Glory in God. Buffaloes and cattle roaming, Horses stamping, bears a-prowling, Sheep a-grazing, squirrels hoarding, Glory in God. Elephants and tigers roaring, Glory in God. Alligators and coyotes, Glory in God. Skunks an roaches, ants and spiders, Rattle snakes and mountain lions, Have their place in all creation, Glory in God. Hamsters snuffing, geckoes sunning, Glory in God. Cats a-snoozing, dogs a-panting, Glory in God. Goldfish staring, rabbits hopping, Doves of peace on Francis lighting, Shyest creatures in our stillness, Glory in God. Dragons sitting on their trasures, Glory in God. Flames that burn but warm our houses, Glory in God. George released the dragon's wisdom, Pierced the darkness with his lancing, Fierceness met with courage blending, Glory in God. Glory in God. Glory in God.
So I’m a fiend when it comes to vinyl. This wasn’t a big deal when I lived in Woodland because the only place to get vinyl there was a thrift shop or two and unless you wanted another Andy Williams Christmas album, they usually weren’t much help. Now that I live in Chico and we’ve got Melody Records, I’ve had to practice a little self control. Yesterday was a good day though. Check it out.