Hi guys. It's been a weekend of sleep for me. I am not really cut out for sleeping though, yesterday was a vigil in our local church which I must attend. Usually, every third Friday of the month is our Area Holy Ghost service, a continuation from the popular Holy Ghost Service held at the Redemption Camp of the Redeemed Christian Church of God.
The time around, the programme was a praise and worship programme. It started at 10:00 pm on Friday. From one session of praise to another. The service was glorious as my eyes were opened due to the refreshing sound of music.
It's a pity I was too carried away that I could not snap a shot. People turned up in their numbers and the church hall was filled to the brim. There were five invited ministers and they took us on a journey on how to worship.
My peak moment was during a sing administration in hymns. I love it when ministers of songs take time to nary ate the reason behind the writing of a particular song. One the hymn that was sung gave me goosebumps when the minister narrated the reason begins the song.
The hymn is titled:
It is well with my soul~ Harratio G. Stafford.
The young man was a successful attorney and real estate investor. During 1871 wildfire in Chicago, he lost a fortune.
While that experience was yet to be gone, his son died of fever. I remember that something like this happened in the Bible to a man called Job.
As a way of relaxing the shocking experience,Haratio asked his wife, Anna to go spend some thing in England. He had planned to joined them afterward because he was taking care of some business concern at home.
As they voyage through the Atlantic ocean, their ship had a fatal collision, a shipwreck was imminent. All four daughter died except his wife Anna. As the wife got to England, she sent a telegraph to Heratio. He was a man of strong faith in God. Despite all this, he never spoke ill about God.
His next move was to sail to England to meet his wife. On the sail to England, the captain of the ship showed him the spot where the other ship had wrecked. It was here that he wrote the lyrics of the hymn:
When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll—
Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to know
It is well, it is well with my soul.
It is well with my soul
Man that is born of a woman is but for a few days and the few days is filled with trouble. We, however, have a loving God who with our faith in Him sees us through the hurdles of life.
The vigil ended around 4:00 am but we arrived home an hour later. So, since then, it has been sleeping galore for me. My weekend is made though, as I am filled with enthusiasm that I know my redeemer lives.