Grammatical Error

Excuse me, that is a picture of Jonathan and me, not Jonathan and I. How embarrassing.

Funeral Arrangements

My uncle died yesterday. I am trying to make it to Mississippi this weekend for the funeral. I am taking the day off from thesis writing to make travel arrangements, wrap presents, do laundry, etc. I feel guilty doing that. I am mostly feeling busy and wishing all of my friends didn't work (or live in another country) so that I could have some company today.

On a happier note, my mom sent this great picture of Jonathan and I on Thanksgiving Day when in snowed in Ft. Worth. This is the second great picture we've taken together this year. Maybe a preview of next year's Christmas card.

Christmas Carols

I love Christmas music. I have a lot of it, and I put it all on my iPod this week. I am always surprised, though, by how meaningful the words are to some of the Christmas hymns I've been singing since I was a kid. Some of them actually tell the Christmas story, and not just the part about Jesus' birth, but they explain why his birth is so important. I always feel a little ripped off when we only get to sing the happy Christmas-y verses in church. We should be singing the doom and gloom verses in "We Three Kings." We should be singing the thorny ground verse of "Joy to the World." And, most importantly, we should be singing all three verses of "Hark, the Herald Angels Sing." That's the very best one. If someone knows of an "all-the-verses" Christmas album, let me know. I would buy it.

Hark the herald angels sing,
"Glory to the newborn King!
Peace on earth and mercy mild
God and sinners reconciled"
Joyful, all ye nations rise
Join the triumph of the skies
With the angelic host proclaim:
"Christ is born in Bethlehem"
Hark! The herald angels sing,
"Glory to the newborn King!"

Christ by highest heav'n adored
Christ the everlasting Lord!
Late in time behold Him come
Offspring of the favored one
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see
Hail the incarnate Deity
Pleased as man with man to dwell
Jesus, our Emmanuel
Hark! The herald angels sing,
"Glory to the newborn King!"

Hail the heav'n-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Son of Righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings
Ris'n with healing in His wings
Mild He lays His glory by
Born that man no more may die
Born to raise the sons of earth
Born to give them second birth
Hark! The herald angels sing,
"Glory to the newborn King!"