Being a boring ol’soul…. Ooops, bad/confession. STOP. Rewind: Being a culture-little one, Christmas does get me Bach-ing away. IF, I listen to music, it’s perhaps 70’s Jesus peep Keith Green or, no-perhaps-about and J. Sebastian. Personally, Bach’s enough. More than a mega-mix. Always more.

Last year did a bunch of posts. Will review over the holidays and compile a post-on.

This morning: Which and what to rave on? Brahms one – from the other day – still playing away inside me involuntary, can tune on or out – but clunkerty clink it’s there and too easy turn toward.

Darn got Cantata’s at the drop of, to recollect and inner hear but don’t remember which ones to be able to find and link here?

Search for short and accessible burst for the baying onto readership. A Motet (which is, a Cantata ...ish). Will spin till reverberating.

BWV 227– translation below.

As for Tscoop 2017? S. Awan and I are in mountain top discussions. And consultant James. Will do something/not sure/if/what? Could do with one or two more troop-ers.

Jesus, my joy,
my heart's pasture,
Jesus, my treasure!
Ah, how long, ah long
has my heart suffered
and longed for you!
God's lamb, my bridegroom,
besides You on earth
nothing shall be dearer to me.
Now there is nothing damnable in those who are in Christ Jesus, who do not walk after the way of the flesh, but after the way of the Spirit.
Under your protection
I am safe from the storms
of all enemies.
Let Satan rage,
let the enemy fume,
Jesus stands with me.
Whether now it thunders and flashes,
whether sin and Hell terrify,
Jesus will protect me.
For the law of the spirit, which gives life in Christ Jesus,
has made me free from the law of sin and death.
Defiance to the old dragon,
defiance to the vengeance of death,
defiance to fear as well!
Rage, world, and attack;
I stand here and sing
in entirely secure peace!
God's strength holds me in watch;
earth and abyss must fall silent,
however much they might rumble.
You, however, are not of the flesh, but rather of the Spirit, since the Spirit of God lives otherwise in you. Anyone, however, who does not have Christ's Spirit, is not His.
Away with all treasures,
you are my delight,
Jesus, my joy!
Away, you vain honors,
I don't want to listen to you,
remain unknown to me!
Misery, want, torture, shame and death
shall, although I must suffer much,
never part me from Jesus.
However if Christ is in you, then the body is dead indeed for the sake of sin; but the spirit is life for the sake of righteousness.
Good night, existence
that cherishes the world!
You do not please me.
Good night, sins,
stay far away,
never again come to light!
Good night, pride and glory!
To you utterly, life of corruption,
be good night given!
Therefore now since the Spirit of Him who raised Jesus from the dead dwells in you, that same who raised Christ from the dead will make your mortal bodies living, for the sake of His spirit that dwells in you.
Hence, you spirits of sadness,
for my Master of joy,
Jesus, comes here.
For those who love God,
even their troubles
must be pure sugar.
Though I endure mockery and shame here already,
nevertheless you stay with me even in sorrow,
Jesus, my joy.