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saturday song: come and worship

it's hard to believe that Christmas is just about a week away.  i hope you are experiencing the blessedness of this season of waiting and expectation, even if you are also neck-deep in the busyness of it. 

for today's saturday song, i bring you a song that has become one of my favorite Christmas songs.  it is by an artist named bebo norman, and it's simple yet powerful refrain of "come and worship" feels so much like the anthem of my life's work, that i can't help but feel at home when i hear it.  everything in my soul rises up and cups eager hands to the mouth of my life in full volume:  COME AND WORSHIP!  COME AND WORSHIP! 

oh, man, don't even get me started.  this song just says it the way i want my life to say it.  i found this video that someone made, presumably with clips from the relatively recent movie "the nativity."  while i am in no way advocating for that film (having never seen it), nor agreeing that the way this video displays the nativity is the way it actually happened, i will say that it is interesting to have a picture to look at, at least for the sake of comparing it to the picture in your head if you have one, or to help you along that process if you don't.  or, if you prefer, just close your eyes and listen to the song.  either way, just come and worship.  Christmas is eight days away. 


Mary said…
Matt and I just watched that movie with our Bible Study. It was really good! Of course there were some changes made...but still a really cool portrayal!

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