“Comfort, Comfort Ye, My People” is one of my favorite hymns. Since it’s an Advent hymn, I only get to sing it about once a year, and even then I don’t always get to sing it with other people, in harmony. I like it with a sort of Reggae beat, and if fact I have always imagine it with steel drums. I’ve mentioned this in my musical Advent calendar every year since 2004, and I have yet to get any volunteers with steel drums to offer to come and join me on this piece.
It’s fine to sing this by yourself. It has a lovely message, too.
The Art Professor came by today to discuss the four websites we’re working on together right now. It’s not unusual for me to work on four sites at once, but there are usually four designers involved. I was concerned that he might not be enjoying it. However, he says he’s happy. We had a good meeting and have the next steps for all the sites, and I’m excited about moving ahead on them.
However, I had a day full of meetings and blog posts, so I didn’t make any moves.
Nontheless, I stopped at 5:00 and took the dog for a walk. I ate dinner with my husband, watched a show with my son, and worked on Christmas presents.
Advent is a time for thinking about serious things, for preparing for Christmas, for removing and repairing anything that might keep us from welcoming Christmas as we should. I’m not entirely sure that keeping work in perspective and spending time with my family doesn’t count.
Comfort, comfort ye my people,
speak ye peace, thus saith our God;
comfort those who sit in darkness,
mourning ‘neath their sorrow’s load;
speak ye to Jerusalem
of the peace that waits for them;
tell her that her sins I cover,
and her warfare now is over.
For the herald’s voice is crying
in the desert far and near,
bidding all men to repentance,
since the kingdom now is here.
O that warning cry obey!
Now prepare for God a way!
Let the valleys rise to meet him,
and the hills bow down to greet him.
Make ye straight what long was crooked,
make the rougher places plain:
let your hearts be true and humble,
as befits his holy reign,
For the glory of the Lord
now o’er the earth is shed abroad,
and all flesh shall see the token
that his word is never broken.