Come, Ye Faithful, Raise the Strain TLH 204, WS 726, LSB 487
Because of editing deadlines, I am writing this Easter piece for the Spokesman today, though Easter itself lies many weeks in the future. Looking out my office window, I see nothing but snow, the thermometer stands at -9° F, and most schools in the state are closed for the next two days. It’s the end of January, and all anyone is talking about right now is winter. Can there be an Easter hymn somewhere in all this?
One line in particular came to mind from the second verse of a very old hymn by John of Damascus. It dates from the eighth century: “All the winter of our sins, / Long and dark, is flying from His light. . . .” So there it is, Easter springing from the depths of a polar vortex!Read More »Come, Ye Faithful, Raise the Strain TLH 204, WS 726, LSB 487