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Show Notes
What happened?
- Our audio engineer was sick and David’s family have been sick, so we’re a little behind on episodes.
Upcoming Episodes
- The missing episodes will soon start appearing, beginning tomorrow with David’s interview with Kathy Keller.
Spotify Issues
- You might have had issues with Dr. Lepojärvi’s recent interview, particularly on Spotify. If you have issues, try deleting the episode and re-downloading the episode. Please contact us if you still have issues.
Poem
- Since this message was posted on Holy Saturday, David shared a poem about the Harrowing of Hades, when Christ descended to the dead and took the righteous souls to Heaven.
The ancient greyness shifted
Suddenly and thinned
Like mist upon the moors
Before a wind.
An old, old prophet lifted
A shining face and said :
“He will be coming soon.
The Son of God is dead;
He died this afternoon.”A murmurous excitement stirred
All souls.
They wondered if they dreamed —
Save one old man who seemed
Not even to have heard.And Moses standing,
Hushed them all to ask
If any had a welcome song prepared.
If not, would David take the task?
And if they cared
Could not the three young children
sing
The Benedicite, the canticle of praise
They made when God kept them from
perishing
In the fiery blaze?A breath of spring surprised them,
Stilling Moses’ words.
No one could speak, remembering
The first fresh flowers,
The little singing birds.
Still others thought of fields new ploughed
Or apple trees
All blossom – boughed.
Or some, the way a dried bed fills
With water
Laughing down green hills.
The fisherfolk dreamed of the foam
On bright blue seas.
The one old man who had not stirred
Remembered home.And there He was
Splendid as the morning sun and fair
As only God is fair.
And they, confused with joy,
Knelt to adore
Seeing that he wore
Five crimson stars
He never had before.No canticle at all was sung.
None toned a psalm, or raised a
greeting song.
A silent man alone
Of all that throng
Found tongue —
Not any other.Close to His heart
Sister Mary Ada, Limbo
When the embrace was done,
Old Joseph said,
“How is Your Mother,
How is Your Mother, Son?”
That is a beautiful poem David. It bright tears of joy to my eyes when we found out the old silent man was Joseph. How did I not know this? Happy Glorious And Blessed Easter Day to you and yours💖✝️💖
Happy Easter 🙂