Most Dear – a hymn of love

Jesus holding a child in a hug

Painting by artist, David Bowman

Most Dear

©2015 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

If you raise your eyes to heaven,

And your heart is full of woe,

Then you need to speak to Jesus;

Let your heartbreak overflow.

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When you turn your eyes to Jesus

And confide in him your pain,

He will listen to your story;

Let his love remove the stain.

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Bring your hopes and dreams to Jesus;

Bring your struggles, joys and fear.

He will never overlook you,

For he holds your soul most dear.

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Never think you have no value.

If you do, it is not so,

For he sought you and he bought you

On a cross so long ago.

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When your soul belongs to Jesus,

In this life there is no fear

That our Master cannot conquer

And he’ll wipe away each tear.

Dance Before the Lord

Dance Before the Lord

© 2015 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

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Dance before the Lord like David;

Sing your song like Miriam.

Play your tambourine for heaven –

Rejoice!  Rejoice in Him!

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Raise your hands in holy worship;

Shout with all the cherubim.

Lose yourself in adoration –

Rejoice!  Rejoice in Him!

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Raise a joyful noise for Jesus;

Make your life a living hymn.

Give Him all the praise and glory-

Rejoice! Rejoice in Him!

Our True Home and Native Land

This is a sermon I gave before Canada Day two years ago.  I think the message is still a valid one for this July 1.  I think it also applies to the U.S.A. for July 4th.

Parliament Hill in Ottawa
Parliament Hill in Ottawa

Our True Home and Native Land

Message for June 30, 2013

Mollie Pearce McKibbon

 

 

            I remember witnessing a disturbing scene several years ago. I was at the National Arts Centre, a symbol of our national identity, when a young man outside came to the wide glass door, pounded upon it crying out , “I just want a bed.” After a few minutes a policeman came up to him and led him away, hopefully to a bed somewhere. Suddenly, I felt wrong. Not only did I have a bed to go home to, but I was having the great privilege of attending a night of orchestral music in a very elegant theatre. A little of the enjoyment went out of the evening.

Jesus once reminded one of his eager disciples that following him would not be easy, not a life of elegance or comfort.

“Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head.” (Luke 9: 58)

This seems particularly relevant this week after hearing of all the people in southern Alberta who have lost their homes or have had them so badly damaged with water that they will need to be rebuilt. It also brings the mind the many people in Oklahoma who are having to rebuild their homes. How difficult it must be to go back and see all the damage done by natural disasters!

Just moving can be very traumatizing, especially if it is unexpected and none of a person’s belongings go with them. I have six cousins living in Alberta. Half live in the northern part of the province, the other three live in the southern portion. Thank goodness, only one of my cousins and his wife had to be evacuated. They had only just moved back there from B.C. and luckily their furniture was still in storage in B.C. However, their clothes and books were not.

My family moved every two years when my father was in the navy, so we were rather like gypsies. We really didn’t have an attachment to any of the naval quarters. Perhaps that was why, when my mom moved out of her home into Stillwater Creek, she adjusted so readily to her new circumstances. When my brother took her back to our home for a brief look around, Mom shrugged and said, “It’s just a house.”

I have always thought it sad to have to sort through someone’s belongings after they die. Any clothes in good repair go to the Salvation Army. Jewelry gets divided up among the family, books are chosen or taken to the second hand book shop, and furniture is picked over or auctioned off. In the end, everything is disposed of and the realization hits that we really all just borrow things during our lives. We can’t take it with us.

Now this might sound depressing, but actually it isn’t. It helps us to remember that we are just “spiritual beings having a human experience”. We are living in borrowed bodies. This outer shell is simply a casing to make our spirits mobile while we live on earth. As a matter of fact, we are not in the exact same bodies we began in. Our body’s cells are constantly dying and being replaced. Each cell has the blueprint of how we should look throughout our lives and day by day we change.

As Paul wrote in his second letter to the Corinthians “ But we have this treasure in jars of clay” and farther on “Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day…So we fix our eyes not on what we see, but what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary but what is unseen is eternal.”

This planet is not our permanent address. We are all of us immigrants to this country. Paul wrote of this to the Corinthians, “That as long as we are at home in the body we are away from the Lord.”   He also wrote, “Now it is God who has made us for this very purpose and has given us the Spirit as a deposit, guaranteeing what is to come.”

As much as we love Canada, we are citizens of another realm entirely. Our home and native land are God’s Kingdom, not here on earth. So we really are homeless to a degree. We mustn’t get too attached to objects or lifestyle.   It is only ours temporarily and then passes to the next generation. The one thing we can keep and carry with us into heaven is our faith, our trust in God.

The “treasure” that we have in clay jars is the most precious thing. We have the knowledge of the future ahead of us and it is not one of sadness, but joy. Today I watched a very moving video of a young woman dying of cancer. She was surrounded by her family and talking to the singer/actress Bette Midler. Somehow, Bette had made her acquaintance by e-mail and then had spoken to her on the phone. This particular day she called to talk to the young woman after a show. They exchanged greetings and affectionate chat. Then Bette asked her if there was anything she could do for her. The young woman replied that she would really love to hear Bette sing “The Wind Beneath My Wings”. Graciously, Bette complied and sang the song with so much real feeling and compassion. It is the best way to use the gifts God has given us, to make someone else’s time on earth a bit brighter. At the end they both broke down in tears at the part where Bette sings “You will go higher, higher” and I thought yes, this is sad, but it is also wonderful to know that one day they will meet again in heaven if they believe in Jesus.

This is the wonderful treasure that we have. We know how much Jesus loves us because he proved it on a hill call Calvary. We know that God loves us and has planned our future to be with him and that we will all rise again as our Lord did. That takes the sting out of death. That makes our sadness only temporary.

Jesus is making places for all of us, just as he promised his disciples. We know that the promise he made was not just for them, because he prayed for us too, that we would have life and joy in its fullness. Because of this and the realization that what we have is only borrowed, we need to be more compassionate and generous towards those who have so little on this earth. When I say generous, I am not just speaking of money, but of consideration and loving kindness. I am speaking also of smiles,encouragement, and pleasant thoughts.

Pleasant thoughts might be the most difficult part. It can become a habit to blame newcomers to Canada for the ills of our country, and much as we love it, we must admit our country is not perfect. The truth is that those newcomers are just that- new. Most of our ancestors were new once and went through a process of learning to adapt themselves to their new environment. It takes about three generations for a family to become at home in a new land. The first generation carries all the age old disputes and attitudes from their homeland, many of which get passed on to the next generation. By the third generation, these disputes and attitudes are not even a memory, and new habits and ways have taken their place. It is important that we are understanding and patient, not to the point of trading in our hard won human rights or compromising our sense of justice, but to be confident enough make them welcome.

You and I have a heavenly citizenship, but that makes it all the more important that we do whatever we can to improve our place here on earth. It means that we need to use our God-given talents to contribute what we can to making this place safer and more just for our succeeding generations. To do this we need to do what we can to make homelessness and poverty less and less likely. We also need to tell others about the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Think of how wonderful this country would be if all of us were singing songs of praise to God and living out his Will here while on earth.

“All this is for your benefit, so that the grace that is reaching more and more people may cause thanksgiving to overflow to the glory of God.”

The Pilot of My Soul – a new hymn

The Pilot of My Soul

Copyright 2015 Mollie McKibbon

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       My craft is very small, my Lord,

       Lying safe within its cove,

       But soon I must put out to sea

       Where all the strong winds blow.

       The waves out there are tall and cold;

       My bark may be o’er-swept,

       But if You are my Pilot, Lord,

       My soul will be well-kept.

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2)  My life is very frail, my Lord,

       Though I am safe at home,

       But I must leave this cosy nest

       For places more forlorn.

       Beyond my doors are evil snares,

       Temptations and fool’s gold,

       But if You guide me all my days

       My footsteps will be bold.

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3)  To step beyond my threshold, Lord,

        I will not fear my ways,

        For You I trust to guide my steps

        And safeguard all my days.

        If I head out in stormy seas

        To shores far from this cove,

         I give to You the captaincy,

         To pilot home my soul.

A Hymn of Thanksgiving

I wrote this hymn a number of years ago and have now revised it.

Shout Joyfully Unto the Lord

©2006 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

(based on Psalm 98)

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Shout Joyfully unto the Lord,

Break forth in song and praise.

The world and all who dwell in it

Shall celebrate his ways.

For the Lord of mercy and of love

Still calls to you and me

To come within his warm embrace

And evermore be free.

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Our Shield and our Salvation,

Our Lantern and our Bread;

The Lord provides us with our needs

And with his Word we’re fed.

There is no place that we can stray

Beyond our Father’s reach,

And though we stumble into hell,

Its ramparts He will breach.

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The Lord above is Lord always

And evermore shall be.

His right hand and his holy arm

Have gained the victory.

Sing Hallelujah on the harp,

Sound the trumpet and the horn,

For God is God all powerful;

In Him we are reborn.

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Give thanks, give thanks to God always!

What else have we to give?

Our hearts are made for praising Him

And in his Son we live.

For God has given all for us

Through Christ his only son,

The First Fruit of his harvest yield;

Through faith in him we we’re one.

Grace for A 50th Anniversary Dinner

Here is the  grace I was asked to write for the occasion the 50th wedding anniversary of my aunt and uncle.  It was also used for grace at a friend’s wedding celebration.

50th Anniversary Grace

©1989 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

Dearest Lord, God above,

Who gave us hearts and taught us love,

Bless all who gather here today

To celebrate from far away.

Family and friends, we all rejoice.

Our spirits and hearts are all one voice.

Our feast is prepared, our table spread.

We thank You for our daily bread.

We humbly ask your presence, Lord.

Nourish us with your Holy Word.

We ask this here in Jesus name

As he once in Cana did the same.

Amen.

 

Edited Hymn

In an effort to improve in 2015, I re-visited this hymn I wrote in 2014 and made some changes, one being that I chopped the fourth verse.  I think this version is better.  Any opinions?

Without Rain

© 2015 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

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desert

Without rain this world’s a desert;

Without sun this world is cold;

Without God this world’s barren

And our hearts will turn to stone

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Without hope this world’s desperate;

Without love this world is cold;

Without God this world is chaos

And our souls would have no home.

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Turn your eyes towards Lord Jesus;

Tune  your ears to hear God’s Word;

Use your hands to do His service

And God’s grace will overflow.

A Christmas Hymn

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Sing Quietly Angels

©2008 Mollie McKibbon

 Sing quietly angels;

Shine softly bright stars;

The baby King’s sleeping

In Mary’s warm arms.

 

Chorus:

O hear the sweet carols

To Jesus we bring.

The universe welcomes

Our Saviour and King.

 

  • Please tiptoe you shepherds

Through the stable door.

Good Josesph is praising

God’s blessing out poured.

 

  • O cattle moo gently;

Dear donkey don’t bray;

As close to the manger

We watch and we pray.

 

  • Creation’s proclaiming

This true King of Kings

While Jesus is dreaming

Of heavenly things.

 

Without God – a hymn

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© 2014 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

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Without rain this world’s a desert;

Without sun this world is cold;

Without God this world is barren

And our hearts will turn to stone.

2.

Without hope this world’s desperate;

Without Love this world is cold;

Without God this world is chaos

And our souls will have no home.

3.

Turn your eyes towards the Saviour;

Turn your ears to hear God’s Word;

Use your hands to do His service

And God’s love will overflow.

4.

For in God we find our purpose;

For in Him we find our joy;

And in God our hearts will open

For the truth to set us free.

TESTOSTERONIC FIRESTORM

My son, Brenhan McKibben is in this play that has gotten wonderful reviews.  I am taking a mother’s perogative and boasting about my son.  If you are in the Toronto area this is a play to see.

← TESTOSTERONIC FIRESTORM  Posted on June 17, 2014 by Burke Campbell

Kat Sandler‘s plays are so full of comedic energy, I imagine her composing them, holding a gun in one hand and a rolling pin in the other, while shouting at some cowering wretch, whose job it is to transcribe the playwright’s verbal hell-storm.In COCKFIGHT, her latest effort, Sandler unleashes a play that is both hilarious and full of dark echoes. Every woman and man alive should see this play, but especially guys. And take your best mate. COCKFIGHT is more than a play, it’s a testosteronic event.

via TESTOSTERONIC FIRESTORM.

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