Love is Here - Tenth Avenue North Lyrics

A wonderful song by Tenth Avenue North.

Come to the waters, you who thirst and you'll thirst no more.
Come to the father, you who work and you'll work no more.

And all you who labor in vain and to the broken and shamed:

Love is here. Love is now.
Love is pouring from His hands, from his brows.
Love is near, it satisfies.

Streams of mercy flowing from his side.

Cuz love is here.
Come to the treasure, you who search and you'll search no more.
Come to the lover you who want and you'll want no more, no.
And all you who labor in vain and to the broken and shamed,
Yeah: Love is here. Love is now.

Love is pouring from his hands, from his brows.
Love is near, it satisfies. Streams of mercy flowing from his side.
Yeah And to the bruised and fallen, Captives, bound, and broken hearted.
He is the lord He is the lord, Yeah By his stripes he's paid our ransom

From his wounds we drink salvation He is the lord He is the lord Love is here.
Love is now. Love is pouring from his hands, from his brows.
Love is near, It satisfies. Streams of mercy flowing from his side.
Streams of mercy flowing from his side. Cuz love is here Love is here.

Quebec Churches

I’m viewing a fascinating Quebec government website that provides information on churches across the province. Along with a wealth of information, each church page has four pictures. The website is remarkable, and demonstrates that like so many things, Quebec truly is different. It would be unimaginable for the Ontario government to pay for a project such as this one.

The website is particularly interesting because it lists the historic denomination of each church, and the current faith group that meets in the building. It’s an intriguing and vivid glance into Quebec’s changing religious landscape. Roman Catholic churches predominate, obviously.
But I’m amazed at the number of evangelical (particularly ethnic groups), and Seventh Day Adventist congregations that meet in former Anglican, United and Presbyterian churches. It’s another illustration of the fading of mainline Protestantism.

The neighbourhood

I live near Yongesterdam. Apparently.

According to an article published in the National Post, my neighbourhood is popular with marijuna-users.

"Police flooded the burgeoning counter-culture neighbourhood known as Yongesterdam last night, raiding an openly marijuana-friendly cafe after undercover officers allegedly purchased a mug of hot chocolate and snacks laced with drugs."

I was unware this emergency culture is part of my neighbourhood. I'm glad the police are cracking down.

Calvin on Knowing Thyself

He who is most deeply abased and alarmed, by the consciousness of his disgrace, nakedness, want, and misery, has made the greatest progress in the knowledge of himself. Man is in no danger of taking too much from himself, provided he learns that whatever he wants is to be recovered in God.

John Calvin, The Institutes of the Christian Religion, Peabody, Mass: Hendrickson Publishers, 2008, p. 163-164.

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved,
and now we lie In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw The torch;
be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Ottawa on Windows Live Local

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Augustine on Friendship

"This is what we prize in friendship; prize so highly that conscience stands self-accused, if it does not answer love with love, asking no personal gain beyond these proofs of goodwill. Hence comes the anguish of bereavement, the blackness of mourning, when joy is turned into bitterness, and the heart is steeped in tears, and the lost life of the dying is the death of the living. Blessed is he who loves Thee, and his friend in Thee, and his enemy for Thy sake. He alone loses no dear one, to whom all are dear in Him who is never lost. And who is this but our God, who made heaven and earth, and fills them all, because by filling He made them?"

Augustine, Confessions, London: Methuen & Co, 1905, p. 128-129

Eve of an Election

Finally. The day is almost here. After two years of a long campaign, the end is nigh. I'm rooting for Obama.