Today, we lift up those among us who are facing sickness. Lord, we ask for Your healing hand to rest upon them, bringing strength to their bodies, peace to their minds, and comfort to their spirits. For those who care for the sick, we pray for endurance, wisdom, and grace as they ...
“Yesterday afternoon, about five miles north of here, a man got away from a Mercer County deputy who was taking him up to the Charleston prison. A posse with dogs searched the hills all night, and today we expanded the search, but he must have holed up somewhere. Now, I doubt you’...
Ampeater Music is a website devoted to bridging the gap between unsigned (or just plain underexposed) artists and music lovers everywhere. Every day we feature a different artist on what we call The Ampeater Review. Each fea
Picking up pieces of glass and digital flesh She felt a strange weight lift She felt the mist rise She felt mended inside –like a stitch melting into what was once an open wound – Permanence, she thought – while still squatting – was a myth. ...
As we enter week eight of our new stay-at-home way of life, it’s safe to say that the natives are getting restless here in the Tarr household. I know I am! The novelty has worn off. Schedules have been abandoned, distance learning has becoming a… Read more My Quarantined Life, ...
The Lord’s mighty hands, In love, hold us up; Protect, empower, He fills empty cups. In spaces of fear, He often will show; Beautiful new things, To help our hearts grow. Dear Heavenly Father, thank You that You are faithful to meet us wherever we are; be it in small things or...
All hands enveloped open hymnals while open mouths poured out the song’s first line, O little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie…. Tingles went up the back of my head. My chest constricted, as if the pews were grabbing hold of me and wouldn’t let go. Above your deep...
"Power And Spirit" is another heavy track and the guitars crash in with crunching organ that wakes you up. The cynical lyrics are strong, "candles flicker in the quire.. raptures touch me, lift me, shake me, brotherhood, an ode to joy.. I sense the glory road.. follow me to serve...
I perked up and pondered. Could I be singing this song if I were in prison? “Do you like this song?” I inquired, partly surprised to hear someone in prison knowing the lyrics. I hear this song frequently at church and almost always lift my hands in praise. I guess it surprised me...
up on so it looked like Halloween had come a month early. Sainsburys had a wine offer, so in an act of piss-poor parenting I bought six bottles. ‘Your dad will pick us up,’ I told the child. Alas, LSB was still in the aforementioned AON when we rang him for a lift. ‘He’...