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I have loved the hymn Just As I Am since I was a tiny kiddo sitting in a pew during church. Something about it, even when I was only five or six, drew my heart like a magnet. One of my dearest friends had to write a variation on a piece of music for her master’s degree and she choose this hymn and dedicated it to me. I will treasure her recording of it always.
The last time I was moved to tears by something beautiful was when our choir at church sang my favorite version of the hymn. It’s my favorite because it has a bridge added to it that riddles my heart with with hope and pain at the same time. There is nothing more exquisite than that feeling of BOTH as my amazing friend Plato would say. The bridge says:
I come broken to be mended
I come wounded to be healed
I come desperate to be rescued
I come empty to be filled
I come guilty to be pardoned
By the blood of Christ the Lamb
And I’m welcomed
with open arms,
Praise God! Just as I am…
I do believe there is a creator of this magnificent universe out there somewhere, and just the thought of being welcomed, healed, and loved for who I am is more beautiful to me than anything I could ever see with my eyes.
(The bridge is at the 1:50 mark.)
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The Daily Post Jun 17, 2015
Daily Prompt: Moved to Tears
Describe the last time you were moved to tears by something beautiful.
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Awww! What a wonderful thing for her to do, and you’re so nice that you undoubtedly deserve such a great present. Also, those are beautiful thoughts that you have written.
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Thanks, Elizabeth. I was going to drop by and leave you a note. His lordship and Bran now both have fly fishing poles, have been practicing as you suggested, and we are off to our cabin up in the Uintahs this weekend for them to give it a shot. They’re so excited. Thank you (on their behalf) for the encouragement! {{{Elizabeth}}}
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That’s a beautiful hymn, which I hadn’t heard until I found it on a blog some months back. Was it yours? Have you posted that before? It was the same recording.
Very moving.
“How Great thou Art” has moved me to tears a few times – the way it’s sung by Mormons, and probably all Americans. Not the awful wooden way it’s sung in this country.
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Yeah, I think I may have posted it a couple times, actually. The Mormon Tabernacle Choir is wonderful. We’ve heard them at Temple Square doing the Hallelujah Chorus.
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I’d love to hear them live. My mum ysed to rave about them, and she wasn’t generally a hymn-y person. She just loved every kind of beauty – music, art, ballet, animals….
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I felt that sugar. Perhaps it holds a power for those who were raised in a similar time and culture as ours. Especially during the tumult and ferment of the sixties and seventies. Or maybe not. I don’t know. But I felt this with you and was reminded of a childlike and innocent faith in all that was over me. A hope that there were answers and solutions to the un-named disquiet in me. You reminded me that I still maintain a faith but it is no longer innocent. I have seen too much of the tumult and ferment and pain of the world now. And I think that now we are the grown ups, like those who have come before us, whose task is to finds our own ways to work out that childlike faith in this sweaty, bloody, chaotic world. It was done for us without our appreciation of it when we were innocent. Now we are in the place that was prepared for us. We hold the chaos at bay so that the little ones can believe. Then one day they to will be required, like us, to move from belief to knowing. Just as you are is a light and a blessing to all you meet.
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As are you, though I think you have a hard time receiving those sentiments. The Sea of Galilee runs in your blood… ❤
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