December 21 Class Songs

Here are videos for the 2 songs Marcus covered on Sunday, December 21.

One Million Voices - Wyclef Jean


Yours by Stephen Curtis Chapman

Christmas Party Memories

Here are a few pictures taken to remind us of the good times. Thanks to our hosts, Chris & Lori, for putting up with us!

The Girls!

Lauren & Reed

Josh & Mandy

Leslie & John Christopher
Dustin, Marcus, Shane & Brian - aka. Trouble!

The Green's Awesome Christmas Tree

Chris & Lori

Katie - Should I steel the wine, or the cute little candle holder?

Poor Drew always manages to get the worst gift.
This year was a box of books about Rosie O'Donnell, Tom Cruise, a Romance Novel, Saddam Hussein & Liza Menelli!! (and a few beverages to help suffer through the books!)

Katie & Lauren

Enjoying the company of good friends!

Taking Down "The Tree"

I know it's early to start talking about UnDecorating, but just wanted to put the word out that per Reid Crotty, the tree needs to come down some time in the week between December 28 and January 4. That's a big time frame, but with holiday travel affecting it, we need to start working on a time when everyone can come help get the decorations down.

Make a comment for this post if there are days that do or do not work for you.

Song of the Week: Jars of Clay - Work

Here is the video and the words to the song discussed in Sunday School.



Jars of Clay: Work

Just in case, I will leave my things packed
So I can run away

I cannot trust these voices I don't have a line of prospects that can give some kind of peace
There is nothing left to cling to that can bring me sweet releaseI have no fear of drowning
It's the breathing that's taking all this work

Do you know what I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"?
What I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"

Empty spaces with shadows hit by streetlights
Warnings signs and weight of tired conversations

In the absence of a shoulder, in the abscess of a thief
On the brink of this destruction, on the eve of bittersweet
Now all the demons look like prophets and I'm living out
Every word they speak, every word they speak

Do you know what I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"?
What I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"
What I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"

Do you know what I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"?
What I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"
What I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"

Alone, alone, I don't want to be alone
I have no fear of drowning
It's the breathing that's taking all this work

Christmas Party

New Light Christmas Party this weekend!
Chris & Lori Green's house

We will have a Honey Baked Ham and Turkey along with the following contributions:

India & Rusty - artichoke dip
Anna & Marcus - corn casserole
Shane & Lauren - potato casserole
Jenny & Dustin - veggie tray
Josh & Mandy - bacon wrapped water chestnuts
Leslie & John Christopher - oreo bon bons & choc. Peanut butter balls
Beth and Nathan - greek pasta salad

Katie & Brian - salad and rolls

Jake & Kelli - can't come

Rachel & Cameron - can't come

If you have not rsvp'd yet, please let Lori know asap.

Don't forget the Dirty Santa Presents!

Old Crow Medicine Show - Heard of 'em?

Here is the video for the song we talked about in class today.

It's the Old Crow Medicine Show singing "I Hear Them All"

Lyrics:

I hear the crying of the hungry in the deserts where they're wandering.
Hear them crying out for Heaven's own benevolence upon them.
Hear destructive power prevailing, I hear fools falsely hailing.
To the crooked wits of tyrants when they call.

I hear them all
I hear them all
I hear them all

I hear the sounds of tearing pages and the roar of burning paper.
All the crimes in acquisition turn to air and ash and vapor.
And the rattle of the shackle far beyond emancipators.
And the loneliest who gather in their stalls.

I hear them all
I hear them all
I hear them all

So, while you sit and whistle Dixie with your money and your power
I can hear the flowers a-growing in the rubble of the towers
I hear leaders quit their lyin'
I hear babies quit their cryin'

I hear soldiers quit their dyin', one and all

I hear them all
I hear them all
I hear them all

I hear the tender words from Zion I hear Noah's waterfall
Hear the gentle lamb of Judah sleeping at the feet of Buddha
And the prophets from Elijah to the old Paiute Wovoka
Take their places at the table when they're called

I hear them all
I hear them all
I hear them all