Description of Illustration: angels, wings, pattern, mosaic, text "Peace on Earth, Goodwill Towards Men." clouds, heaven above, Christmas announcement or Christmas meassage
Description of Illustration: shepherds
watching over baby Jesus, Mary and Joseph, the ox and the ass, a crude shelter, angels and a village, old manuscript
Description of Illustration: shepherds watching their flocks at night, angel announcing the Savior's birth, sheep resting in a field where they are kept for sacrifice, landscape, giant halo, Advent, Christmas
Description of Illustration: person praying in the darkness, looking for The Light, hands praying, black and white illustration, rough edges, expressive lines
Description of Illustration: greyscales of revelers in the streets during Carnival or Mardi Gras long ago., European, celebration, during Lent, people in old-fashioned costumes, detailed drawings
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Clip Art Description: text, "Happy New Year" banners, one black and white, one silver and blue and the third in black and yellow
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Description of Photograph: Vintage photo, Marx Bros., multiple glasses, too many lenses, looking everywhere, difficulty focusing, too many points of view, sermon starter
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| Oh no! Not again! |
Description of Illuminated Scripture: baby leans on and looks at a world globe, speech bubbles, ding-bats, simple symbols, the baby thinking,
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| Someone needs a good wash... |
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| Someone call the Red Cross! |
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| Someone should pray... |
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| The keys to the problems... |
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| Portrait of the Widow of Nain. |
The widow of Nain's son (Luke 7:11-19) was the first person Jesus raised from the dead. It was after He and his disciples and a multitude following Him had left Capernaum and had entered the village of Nain, which lies on the lower slopes of the Little Hermon. When Jesus came to the gate of the city, "Behold, there was dead man carried out, the only son of his mother, and she was a widow: and much people of the city was with her."
Luke goes on to relate that Jesus had compassion upon her, as He always did upon women in distress. No one asked Him for help, but walking up to the widow Jesus said, "Weep not." Such words
were not a feeble effort to console her. They had a deeper meaning, as she was soon to learn.
He came and touched the bier of her son and spoke to him, "Young man, I say unto thee, Arise." And the young man who had been dead began to speak. Though Luke does not give us a definite
picture of the mother or express how she felt when her son was raised from the dead, the one graphic stroke is sufficient: Jesus "delivered him to his mother."
The most amazing phase of the healing of the widow of Nain's son is that all who had witnessed this miracle "glorified God" saying a great prophet had come among them. And they recognized that Jesus was a far greater prophet than had been Elijah, who had raised from the dead the son of the widow of Zarephath. Elijah had raised her son after he had gone into a room alone and prayed for the boy. But Jesus healed the son of the widow of Nain instantaneously as a bewildered crowd looked on.
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| The Egyptian wife of Joseph, Son of Jacob. |
JACOB'S PILLOW
The bed was earth, the raised pillow stones,
Whereon poor Jacob rests his head, his bones;
Heaven was his canopy; the shades of night
Were his drawn curtains, to exclude the light.
Poor state for Israel's heir it seems to me
His cattle found as soft a bed as he:
Yet God appeared there, his joy, his crown;
God is not always seen in beds of down.
Oh, if that God shall please to make my bed,
I care not where I rest my bones, my head;
With Him, my wants can never prove extreme;
With Jacob's pillow give me Jacob's dream.
Philip Quarles.
JACOB'S DREAM
The sun was sinking on the mountain zone
That guards thy vales of beauty, Palestine !
And lovely from the desert rose the moon,
Yet lingering on the horizon's purple line,
Like a pure spirit o'er its earthly shrine.
Up Bethel's rocky height abrupt and bare
A pilgrim toiled, and oft on day's decline
Looked pale, then paused for eve's delicious air;
The summit gained, lie knelt, and breathed his evening prayer.
He spread his cloak, and slumbered; darkness fell
Upon the twilight hills; a sudden sound
Of silver trumpets o'er him seemed to swell,
Clouds heavy with the tempest gathered round;
Yet was the whirlwind in its cavern bound;
Still deeper rolled the darkness from on high,
Gigantic volume upon volume wound;
Above, a pillar shooting to the sky;
Below, a mighty sea that spread incessantly.
Voices are heard, a choir of golden strings,
Low winds, whose breath is loaded with the rose:
Then chariot-wheels, the nearer rush of wings;
Pale lightning round the dark pavilion glows.
It thunders; the resplendent gates unclose;
Far as the eye can glance, on height o'er height
Rise fiery waving wings, and star-crowned brows,
Millions on millions, brighter and more bright,
Till all is lost in one supreme, unmingled light.
But two beside the sleeping pilgrim stand,
Like cherub kings, with lifted, mighty plume,
Fixed, sun-bright eyes, and looks of high command:
They tell the Patriarch of his glorious doom;
Father of countless myriads that shall come,
Sweeping the land like billows of the sea,
Bright as the stars of heaven from twilight's gloom,
Till He is given whom angels long to see,
And Israel's splendid line is crowned with Deity.
Rev. George Croly.