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Here's a number I recorded a few years back. The difference with this one is that it is recorded, and I didn't sing it in front of the camera, like the other cover versions. There are a few people that really love this version, because of the male vocals, so this is why I decided to put it up on Youtube.
Something else I discovered, was how to improve the sound quality in my videos, and present them in stereo. Instead of uploading an MPG file. I converted it to a low quality Flash file first. Which also made the uploading a lot faster, because the video file was a lot smaller in size.
The title of the song is "I am blessed", and was originally recorded by "Eternal".
See what you think of my version.
There's a nice long note hold that I was pleased with in that song :)
Here's the current state of play on my Youtube statistics.
Subscribers 384.
Channel viewings up to 9,827.
Video views 108,198.
The next tune is a massive song from the sixties, and a little use of sound card effects :)
"I came back, because it was the will of God for me to live with my children. But I would be very happy to go back there. Now I have seen when a Christian dies, he goes to a better place…."
(Ethiopia)—Fatuma Shubisa, had married an evangelist, and had converted to Christianity from Islam. But the Ethiopian mother-of-nine fell sick and, after some time, she was found to have passed away by her mother who had come to care for her. (Photo: CBN)
There was great mourning in the small village of Alelu, as Fatuma's death was made known among friends and family members. But word of Fatuma's passing also reached the ears of a Christian missionary named Warsa Buta, who was in the area.
Acting on a promise he says the Lord gave him the day he was saved—that God would raise the dead through him—Buta sought out the deceased woman.
A non-Christian crowd gathered as Buta the missionary continued to pray over Fatuma's sheet-covered body. They asked, "Why is this Pentecostal man praying over a dead body?"
Warsa related what happened next, "I had faith the Lord would work through me. I prayed as Peter prayed. 'Fatuma, be raised. I ask you in the name of the Lord. Come to life.' When I prayed that prayer—'Fatuma, rise in the name of Jesus'—she sat up in the bed."
It had been 12 hours since Fatuma had died.
"…Immediately I found myself in my body," explained Fatuma, "I sat up in my bed and started asking, 'What is this? What's happening? What's going on?' Then everybody was surprised. Some were commenting, 'A Pentecostal man can call back a dead soul to a body? If this is real, then we all will become Christians.' And they were shouting."
During the time she was deceased, Fatuma apparently experienced some wonderful glimpses of Heaven, and of family members who had gone before, which she talks about on the CBN video report.
Source: Dan Reany – 700 Club
A few scribbles on a piece of paper.
The beat of a butterfly's wings wrought hurricane Katrina. All for the want of a blacksmith's nail. We cannot see the significance of the seemingly trivial things that bring our life meaning, because we are bound by the limitations of a monocular universe. My entire reality is defined by a fraction of a millimeter of human tissue. My mother's colon cancer was that distance away from her lymph system. She had a stomach ache and went in to get looked at. A stomach ache is the crux of my entire life!
By small and simple things are great things brought to pass.
About two hundred years ago, a simple farm boy was confused, and sought the advice of a divine mentor. He knelt, and he prayed. He could have ignored that idea. He only walked a short distance from his little home. That small distance across the New York farmland spells out the entire lives of millions this very day. Those steps he took towards those trees brought my ancestors to my home, and my father to my mother. A short walk is the crux of the existence of countless others and me.
What will be the significance of the next step you take?
What does it mean to be removed from time? I like to think about it from the perspective of a quilt weaver. The threads are out before Him from start to finish. He has complete autonomy to change the pattern of the threads and their catalysts anywhere along the length of the quilt. When such is done, everything towards the far end of the quilt is changed on an infinite, eternally significant manner. Now if I were the quilt weaver, and I had the whole quilt in front of me from beginning to end, I would step into the threads and make whatever infinitesimal tweaks to the pattern that needed to be in place to bring the finished end of the quilt the closest to my design as I can manage. The analogy isn't perfect, however, because the Weaver of my thread will never tweak the pattern such that I no longer have the agency and accountability to choose. I am responsible for the repercussions that my choices commit to the pattern. But the Quilt Weaver will not allow my idiocy to upset his designs. I am responsible to repair the damage, and where I cannot, he will.
I would have to, at this point, be blind and stupid not to confess His influence.
I think there is a way, a perfect way, in which we are to lead our lives. The choices we make should bring the pattern of the quilt nearer to the design of the Weaver. I think we were, at one point, aware of every detail and tiny crux decisions that would have an impact, and we knew the right way to act. Since then, we were blinded from that vision by a little thing called mortality, but we still see snippets of it when our imperfect, human threads align themselves ever so perfectly with the pattern we are to be following.
My Dad has often said that he feels a sense of comfort within the perplexing sensation called Deja Vu. "As if I know that things are going the way they should be; I feel like I'm doing something right,"
Perhaps that's what Deja Vu is: The threads of our lives overlapping the threads of the perfect pattern.
This year in Sunday School we've been studying the world's religions and the Jewish tradition, as it should be, is being included in these discussions. Personally I've subscribed to www.beliefnet.com, they have a phenomenal section on the Jewish tradition, and I also have a personal interest in the Menorah.
I like the idea that the candles flames of the Menorah are always the same and always different. My life is never the same, none of our lives are, from one moment to the next. We don't don't what today will bring yet hope springs eternal, just as the flame of the Menorah does.
Fire is central to all our lives, and the flame of fire has many symbolic meanings in our lives. For many it symbolizes the Holy Spirit, and for others it symbolizes love. Whatever the flame means to you today may you have a little bit of both love and the Holy Spirit in your life today.
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 | | The answer to the simple question Mai Hanukkah?--What is Hanukkah?--has continued to be like the flickering flame of the menorah. The flame never looks the same from one instant to the next, but at its core it remains unchanged. - Rabbi Michael Strassfeld | |
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