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Music CDs
from the
Collecting
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Featuring: Celtic harp
hammered dulcimer
Irish flutes & whistles
Titles:
Our Newest
Release!!!!
Midnight Clear
Our Other
Recordings:
The Earth
Remembers
All Thru the Night
The American Christmas
A Celtic
Portrait
Celtic
Meditations
The Earth's
Essence
Friendship,
a Gift
Meditative
Readings
Michigan's
Heritage
Our
Essence
Reverence
Season's Greetings
Spiritual
Essence
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The Lord is my shepherd;
I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
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He leadeth me beside
the still waters.
He restoreth my soul.
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He
leadeth me
in the path of righteousness
for his name's sake.
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Even though I walk
through the valley
of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil,
for thou art with me.
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Thy rod and thy staff
they comfort me.
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Thou preparest a table
before me
in the presence
of mine enemies.
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Thou anointest my head
with oil.
My cup runneth over.
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Surely goodness and mercy
shall follow me
all the days of my life.
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And I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
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The above photos were taken by Sr. Julia Mohr.
We appreciate her talent and her willingness to share them with us.
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| Comments about Psalm 23
from our reader, Rev. Jerry Jones
It
might surprise you, but I bristle when likened to a sheep. As a
farmer, I found sheep to be watery-eyed, weak willed, and rather
thoughtless creatures. When it rains, they smell bad. When they sweat,
they smell even worse. You can encourage a hundred sheep to run (not
walk) up a plank into the slaughter house if you get just one to make
the trip. All will blindly follow even if it means certain death. All
in all, my farming roots and experience with sheep leave these wooly
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So, when I hear the words, "The Lord is my shepherd..." I am keenly aware of
my neediness and just how gently and lovingly God accepts me in my flawed
state.
Jerry Jones
is the Senior Pastor at the First Congregational Church in Greenville
Michigan. He is a second career clergy, the first thirty years of his
working career were a sharp contrast to leading a flock of faithful. Jones
milked cows and fed hogs. He owned and operated Coreland Farms in southern
Michigan, where he first felt the call to ministry.
He attended Bangor Theological
Seminary and received a graduate degree for Northern Baptist Theological
Seminary. He is a gifted story teller who draws from a rich pool of colorful
characters and extraordinary folk he knew as a farmer. |
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