Showing posts with label hymns. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hymns. Show all posts

Friday, May 23, 2014

DEVOTION: Fanny Crosby - An Example to Follow ~ by LeAnn Campbell


“Make it your ambition to lead a quiet life, to mind your own business and to work with your hands, just as we told you, so that your daily life may win the respect of outsiders and so that you will not be dependent on anybody.” (1 Thessalonians 4:11 NIV)
Fanny Crosby lived that Scripture—lived it so fully that she probably wrote more hymns than anyone else in history. Nearly every hymnbook in America has some of the more than nine thousand hymns she wrote. But Fanny never saw them, for she became blind at the age of six weeks. During the ninety-five years she lived, she saw nothing.

While some people in her situation might have sat around and expected pity, Fanny kept her hands and mind busy. Not seeing her colorful skeins of yarn and knitting needles didn’t keep her from knitting. She couldn’t see students or textbooks, either, but she could teach. Born in 1820, Fanny took advantage of the opportunities for women in the 1800s. When she was only fifteen, she enrolled in the newly-established New York Institution for the Blind to prepare herself to be a teacher. After her training, the school hired her and she taught English and history for thirty-five years.

After her years as a student and teacher at the Institution, she did mission work with poor people. Mission work didn’t provide an income, so she wrote hymns and poems to sell. Most sold for two dollars apiece—not enough to make her rich, especially when she put much of the money back into the mission work.

Fanny became a master at turning difficulties into advantages. She said writing was her occupation but told a friend she thought she could do just as well washing dishes in a restaurant.

This incredible woman knew how to thank God—perhaps not for her blindness, but in spite of it.

She was a delightful woman but had her low times, just like the rest of us. One day Dwight L. Moody asked her to give a testimony, and she said, “There is one hymn I have written which has never been published.” It was what she called her soul’s poem, for it brought comfort when she felt troubled. She quoted it to Mr. Moody. “Someday the silver cord will break, and I no more as now shall sing. But, oh, the joy when I shall wake within the palace of the King! And I shall see Him face to face, and tell the story—saved by grace!”

Fanny Crosby’s life is an example for each of us to follow. Just as she did, we must take Paul’s admonition in 1 Thessalonians to heart—do our work so we won’t be dependent on others, and live in a way that wins the respect of outsiders. Then someday maybe our tombstone can say, as Fanny’s does, “Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine. Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine!”

Father, guide me to turn difficulties into advantages and deliver more than others expect. In Jesus name.  Amen



LeAnn Campbell is a retired special education teacher in Southwest Missouri in the United States. She has more than 1600 articles and columns published, including many devotionals. 

Extreme Diva Media, Inc., published her two devotional books, Moms Over 50 Devotions to Go (co-authored), and Writers' Devotions to Go based on Proverbs. OakTara publishes her five-book Century Farm mystery series for kids.





















Monday, February 1, 2010

Sunrise, sunset



By Alice Valdal

At Bible Study the other night, the leader asked us to name a particularly special moment from the past week. A moment? Hard to distill all the lovely times with friends and family and a short vacation into one moment. But I decided to name the sunrise.

For thos of you familiar with the West Coast of Canada, you'll know this is our season of grey, wet days. But, amidst our rain, we have had some lovely sunrises. I find myself watching that moment when the sky lightens and the red ball of the sun appears, streaking horizon beneath the clouds with brilliant colour.
My Dad loved the sunrise, so I find myself sharing those early morning moments with him, in spirit, and smiling. When he first passed away, I wondered if I would ever feel like smiling again, wondered if the memories would ever bring comfort instead of pain. Now, I know. Time does heal and God never leaves us to bear our sorrow alone.

With all the grief and suffering that have occurred in Haiti recently, it is so important that we remember that death is not the end for us. The cycle of birth, death, rebirth rolls on with every sunrise, every seed we sow, every turn of the tide. God's world is infinitely intricate and infinitely wonderful. How perfectly amazing that He cares for us, in all our seasons.

On Sunday, my Dad would have turned ninety. I'll watch the sunrise, then go to church and lead my junior choir in the anthem "Sing a New Song." And I'll thank God for all the seasons of my life.

Music speaks to me in ways that mere words cannot. Among my favourite hymns that remind us of the never-ending stream of life, is this one.

The day Thou gavest, Lord is ended,
The darkness falls at Thy behest
To Thee our morning hymn ascended
Thy praise shall sanctify our rest

The sun that bids us rest, is waking
Our brethren 'neath the western sky
And hour by hour fresh lips are making
Thy wondrous doings heard on high
( from a hymn by John Ellerton )



I'd love to hear about your favourite hymns. Leave a comment saying why a particular hymn or verse speaks to you and I'll enter you in a draw for a cd of Welsh Revival Hymns. Winner to be announced on Feb. 26, 2010. No purchase necessary. Void where prohibited by law.
To learn more about me, check out my website http://www.alicevaldal.com