What Child is this Whose limbs so small
Are resting on the hay?
What gentle kiss on His mean shawl
Does Mother Mary lay?
Whence comes this star so big and bright
By golden rays encased?
In field not far, at dead of night,
It bid the shepherds haste.
What shepherds these who are so called
To witness Jesus' birth?
They bend their knees in prayer enthralled,
Before the King of Earth.
A marvel great they all did see
On that first Christmas night.
In lowly state, from Jesse's tree,
No pomp for Him, no might,
Is Jesus born all hidden still,
From those who know Him not.
His wraps are torn, by His own will
From rags with soil and spot.
Some short days hence from lands far East
Three wise-men will appear.
In gilded tents, they rest and feast.
But Lo! They now draw near.
They do not know that their rich gifts
Foretell this Child's fate.
Amid the snow His joy uplifts,
But mockery and hate
Await the Child Whose limbs so slight
Still shiver in the cold.
What babe so mild, lies here in sight
Of Kings and cattle bold?
Sunday, 29 November 2015
Wednesday, 18 November 2015
O Little Town of Bethlehem
O little town of Bethlehem,
With busy streets and small,
How came you not to give a hall
To those who safeguard such a gem
As Christ the Son of God?
Your dwellers all did not take heed,
That Mary and her Son had need
Of rest and warmth; they turn away
The One who made their night and day,
And is made man to pay their debt
And by His death, their bliss abet.
O little town of Bethlem,
The night has fallen fast.
The people to their beds at last,
Turn head and hand; no sight for them
As for the shepherds poor.
The angels in the sky will sing,
The wisemen three their gifts will bring,
The Virgin Queen her Son will bear-
But You! O Town! You will not share
The joy all Heaven rings forth this night
That shines in Jesus' star so bright!
Awake, O Town! You are the one
In which, this night, God placed His Son,
To now begin His earthly life,
To save your people, end the strife.
And True! His birth all hell confounds,
While glorious praise in Heaven resounds.
With busy streets and small,
How came you not to give a hall
To those who safeguard such a gem
As Christ the Son of God?
Your dwellers all did not take heed,
That Mary and her Son had need
Of rest and warmth; they turn away
The One who made their night and day,
And is made man to pay their debt
And by His death, their bliss abet.
O little town of Bethlem,
The night has fallen fast.
The people to their beds at last,
Turn head and hand; no sight for them
As for the shepherds poor.
The angels in the sky will sing,
The wisemen three their gifts will bring,
The Virgin Queen her Son will bear-
But You! O Town! You will not share
The joy all Heaven rings forth this night
That shines in Jesus' star so bright!
Awake, O Town! You are the one
In which, this night, God placed His Son,
To now begin His earthly life,
To save your people, end the strife.
And True! His birth all hell confounds,
While glorious praise in Heaven resounds.
Sunday, 15 November 2015
God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
God rest ye merry gentlemen,
Your Savior has come down.
Inside a lowly asses pen,
With warm, white sheep, and cattle brown,
He slumbers hid from sinful sight,
While straight above His star shines bright,
Which angels there have flown.
You know the tale of Christmas night,
A tale most true and real.
You see the shepherds faint with fright,
As angels in the sky reveal
The birthing place of our Dear Lord.
With haste they gather wool and gourd
To offer in their zeal.
The star has made a journey long,
It guided wise-men three.
They come with pomp, camel, and song
In search of one they know to be
The rightful King; they find Him there,
Gold, frankincense and myrrh lay bare,
Adore on bended knee.
The angels sing, while silent night
On all the land around
Is softened by the dainty sight
Of snow that covers all the ground;
Then slowly, slowly comes the moon
Brightens the night, until quite soon
A brand new day is found.
Let us in laud our songs employ,
On this year's Christmas feast-
Our prayers unite in hope and joy,
Adore with shepherd, king and beast,
The child who gave himself for man,
The price of God's eternal plan,
Whose love has never ceased.
Sophie Saurette
Your Savior has come down.
Inside a lowly asses pen,
With warm, white sheep, and cattle brown,
He slumbers hid from sinful sight,
While straight above His star shines bright,
Which angels there have flown.
You know the tale of Christmas night,
A tale most true and real.
You see the shepherds faint with fright,
As angels in the sky reveal
The birthing place of our Dear Lord.
With haste they gather wool and gourd
To offer in their zeal.
The star has made a journey long,
It guided wise-men three.
They come with pomp, camel, and song
In search of one they know to be
The rightful King; they find Him there,
Gold, frankincense and myrrh lay bare,
Adore on bended knee.
The angels sing, while silent night
On all the land around
Is softened by the dainty sight
Of snow that covers all the ground;
Then slowly, slowly comes the moon
Brightens the night, until quite soon
A brand new day is found.
Let us in laud our songs employ,
On this year's Christmas feast-
Our prayers unite in hope and joy,
Adore with shepherd, king and beast,
The child who gave himself for man,
The price of God's eternal plan,
Whose love has never ceased.
Sophie Saurette
Wednesday, 11 November 2015
Always a New Beginning
Today has been super windy so far, with lots of gray clouds on one side of the building and crazy sunshine on the other. I am stumped on my math homework, so I wrote the questions down to ask my teacher in class today. But who cares about my mundane life actions, that are amazingly boring and rather pointless to tell you about. Not me, that's for sure.
I do care about food though, a lot. And about never giving up, which includes realizing that every minute is a new beginning. Our soul can be sad, but we can never lose faith in hope, in the fact that no matter how many times we fail, there is always another chance. The more we take that chance, the less we will fail. We just have to take the chance.
I am currently breathing Thanksgiving and Christmas. I have to remind myself to savor the expectation, and not get to caught up in the future of it. I constantly am praying for snow. Even the thought of it falling makes me smile. Btw, anyone who reads this please say a prayer to St. Anthony for something I lost that is really important, and I really need.
I am coming back to this post after a very tedious science lab. There are little marimba players downstairs, that are insanely loud, but pretty good!! Although I can't say I want their concert to go on much longer :)
Anyways, tootles!!
I do care about food though, a lot. And about never giving up, which includes realizing that every minute is a new beginning. Our soul can be sad, but we can never lose faith in hope, in the fact that no matter how many times we fail, there is always another chance. The more we take that chance, the less we will fail. We just have to take the chance.
I am currently breathing Thanksgiving and Christmas. I have to remind myself to savor the expectation, and not get to caught up in the future of it. I constantly am praying for snow. Even the thought of it falling makes me smile. Btw, anyone who reads this please say a prayer to St. Anthony for something I lost that is really important, and I really need.
I am coming back to this post after a very tedious science lab. There are little marimba players downstairs, that are insanely loud, but pretty good!! Although I can't say I want their concert to go on much longer :)
Anyways, tootles!!
Monday, 21 September 2015
Realizations
Yes, I've had a lot of those lately. The first that comes to mind is that not everyone knows what a blog is, and it is very hard to explain. I was trying to do so for a friend of mine, and she ended up saying, "so, its kind of like facebook", and I was like NNOOOO!! Then I realized it could be if you only wrote about yourself. It would actually be like your own personal facebook. If you did it the wrong way. So I'll try not to talk to much about myself, and the me world.
( Except the fact that I am eating this amazing left over lasagna for lunch that my Mom made, and it is amazing!! She is the best cook I know)
So moving on to other realizations, like, : I can only live this day once. Yes. September 21 2015 will only happen once, and its my choice what to do with it. We will never have another chance to make this minute lived for God, or to offer our morning prayers to Him on this day, or say "I love you" to our parents. Better do it now!!
It was the same day that I was thinking that, that I had another epiphany ( I am tired of writing that long word ) Only God cares about every single person on the earth. Do I care about the Africans, or the Japanese. Not really. I don't want to sound heartless, because of course a person with always have empathy for another person, simply because they are both humans. But do i really care ?? I haven't even been there so I can't relate, or really comprehend anything except what I live. Anyways, the point is that someone does care, He cares for every child born and unborn, and He knows them all by heart. I had this thought, and it was so comforting; not in a feely way, but comforting because it makes one feel human, and realize the true power of the Communion of Saints. God hears every prayer, He sees everything. " I will fear no evils, for thou art with me"
Ok last realization for the day: The more time I spend worrying about all the unimportant frivolous things in the world I live in, the less likely it is that I will become a saint. Sounds obvious, but i think it is helping me to look at it that way: a sort of scale, which of course Jesus already talked about in the Bible, where all the time spent on the world is on one side, and all the time spent on my spiritual side is on another. We can all look for ourselves and see how even they are. Ideally they should be uneven in favor of the spiritual, but for now I am going to try and just get them to even out.
So I am going to go work on that by going to math...... jk, I actually have more homework to do first.
This is a must listen . So beautiful . Music that is uplifting is so rare these days. Eric Whitacre did compose this only a few years ago.
Sophie
( Except the fact that I am eating this amazing left over lasagna for lunch that my Mom made, and it is amazing!! She is the best cook I know)
So moving on to other realizations, like, : I can only live this day once. Yes. September 21 2015 will only happen once, and its my choice what to do with it. We will never have another chance to make this minute lived for God, or to offer our morning prayers to Him on this day, or say "I love you" to our parents. Better do it now!!
It was the same day that I was thinking that, that I had another epiphany ( I am tired of writing that long word ) Only God cares about every single person on the earth. Do I care about the Africans, or the Japanese. Not really. I don't want to sound heartless, because of course a person with always have empathy for another person, simply because they are both humans. But do i really care ?? I haven't even been there so I can't relate, or really comprehend anything except what I live. Anyways, the point is that someone does care, He cares for every child born and unborn, and He knows them all by heart. I had this thought, and it was so comforting; not in a feely way, but comforting because it makes one feel human, and realize the true power of the Communion of Saints. God hears every prayer, He sees everything. " I will fear no evils, for thou art with me"
Ok last realization for the day: The more time I spend worrying about all the unimportant frivolous things in the world I live in, the less likely it is that I will become a saint. Sounds obvious, but i think it is helping me to look at it that way: a sort of scale, which of course Jesus already talked about in the Bible, where all the time spent on the world is on one side, and all the time spent on my spiritual side is on another. We can all look for ourselves and see how even they are. Ideally they should be uneven in favor of the spiritual, but for now I am going to try and just get them to even out.
So I am going to go work on that by going to math...... jk, I actually have more homework to do first.
This is a must listen . So beautiful . Music that is uplifting is so rare these days. Eric Whitacre did compose this only a few years ago.
Sophie
Thursday, 10 September 2015
Foccacia
Well I figured I better get down to the crazy foodie posts that will be probably be just as boring and pointless as everything else on this blog. Haha. So who knows what foccacia is?? I'll tell you. It is an Italian sheet pan bread, traditionally topped with fine chopped herbs and lots of salt. At least the stuff I've made. Its insanely fluffy and soft, and can be very tall, depending on how much yeast you decide to put in it.
Now, I have never been to Italy so I don't know how an Italian Mom would do hers, but what I do know is that this stuff is good and easy. My first job at an Italian restaurant had foccacia that was salty and squat and tender as they come. I never actually made it there, but I ate plenty of it. Unfortunately, it seems to be a prerequisite of the stuff that it is almost rock hard by the next day. But its not a total loss because: CROUTONS!! Another classic Italian thing. Although they apparently come from France. But the truth is foccacia makes great croutons because of its soft interior. If made right foccacia croutons explode in your mouth with tons of flavor. And when I say if made right, I of course mean if made with enough butter and oil, and salt, and spices. Which is usually a lot.
I made a lot of foccacia and croutons at my last job in Vancouver. And they were both pretty awesome, if I may say. I figured out after a few weeks, that leaving it on the first rise for almost an hour made it so soft it was almost unbelievable. Always rise it twice with a punch down in between. And the croutons. Never cook them over 325 and be patient. Use a convection oven if you can. They are their most crunchy at a gorgeous golden color. If you let them get any tint of brown they will start to taste scorched. Always douse them in melted butter! And don't forget the pepper, and either garlic powder or garlic infused olive oil, or both. Rosemary and Thyme are great on foccacia, so you might think of adding some of those.
Off to my work out class. Yet again!!
Now, I have never been to Italy so I don't know how an Italian Mom would do hers, but what I do know is that this stuff is good and easy. My first job at an Italian restaurant had foccacia that was salty and squat and tender as they come. I never actually made it there, but I ate plenty of it. Unfortunately, it seems to be a prerequisite of the stuff that it is almost rock hard by the next day. But its not a total loss because: CROUTONS!! Another classic Italian thing. Although they apparently come from France. But the truth is foccacia makes great croutons because of its soft interior. If made right foccacia croutons explode in your mouth with tons of flavor. And when I say if made right, I of course mean if made with enough butter and oil, and salt, and spices. Which is usually a lot.
I made a lot of foccacia and croutons at my last job in Vancouver. And they were both pretty awesome, if I may say. I figured out after a few weeks, that leaving it on the first rise for almost an hour made it so soft it was almost unbelievable. Always rise it twice with a punch down in between. And the croutons. Never cook them over 325 and be patient. Use a convection oven if you can. They are their most crunchy at a gorgeous golden color. If you let them get any tint of brown they will start to taste scorched. Always douse them in melted butter! And don't forget the pepper, and either garlic powder or garlic infused olive oil, or both. Rosemary and Thyme are great on foccacia, so you might think of adding some of those.
Off to my work out class. Yet again!!
Tuesday, 8 September 2015
I Love Jason Mraz!
Listening to Everywhere just put me in a good mood. Without even trying. I can't decide if I should start homework because I only have 20 minutes before I have to go to my workout class, and I know it will take me longer than that. I am also trying to decide if I should spend the time trying to teach myself the math tonight, or if I should just wait and be taught it. Also freaking about this online class that is total bs. Its like she won't even acknowledge that she has an online class. What are we supposed to do, when we aren't even told where to go online and there are no lectures of even directions of what we should read. Anyway, hopefully she responds to my email, and helps me out.
There is not much going on besides the normal. I really don't want to go to this workout class. Like really. But sometimes we have to do things we don't want to and go places we don't want to. I still need to get that through my thick head. It is not the end of the world if something doesn't go right right away. Offer it up, that is what Mom would say. Being thankful for everything else, makes one little problem not a big problem.
Right now I'm just wishing that it were already Christmas. But I suppose that the anticipation is the really fun part. Its just right when it starts getting colder or even remotely autumn like I want to here Christmas music, and be warm and cozy by a fire, definitely not going to a work out class!!
I'll be back later with a night prayers post. Here's to sweat and rap!
There is not much going on besides the normal. I really don't want to go to this workout class. Like really. But sometimes we have to do things we don't want to and go places we don't want to. I still need to get that through my thick head. It is not the end of the world if something doesn't go right right away. Offer it up, that is what Mom would say. Being thankful for everything else, makes one little problem not a big problem.
Right now I'm just wishing that it were already Christmas. But I suppose that the anticipation is the really fun part. Its just right when it starts getting colder or even remotely autumn like I want to here Christmas music, and be warm and cozy by a fire, definitely not going to a work out class!!
I'll be back later with a night prayers post. Here's to sweat and rap!
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