This is for Armageddun, cant beleve, Rumitoid, bahmer, old roy, ginnyt, Duckie, and others of faith. If your name is not on the list, do not take offense.
In the last several days there have been forums wherein individuals of faith have been denigrated, mocked and much more. I thought perhaps we should have our own little Sunday site session lesson, as well as music.
Dark history swirls around famous hymn
by Kate Uttinger
Horatio Spafford
Its a familiar story, one that many hymn books recount and preachers use to illustrate a hearty faith in God during difficult times. On a November night in 1873, the t***s-Atlantic steamer Ville de Havre collided with a British vessel, the Loch Earn. In less than 12 minutes, the sea swallowed the Ville de Havre in her icy, black waters some thousand miles from the French coast. Crew from the other ship, alight in skiffs and other makeshift rescue vessels, frantically scoured for the living and the dead amidst a choppy mess of splintered wood, steamer trunks and strewn clothing.
The British sailors managed to rescue a few fortunate souls, including a young woman draped over some floating wreckage, alive, but unconscious. Many others fared not so well; 232 souls perished in what some have called the worst maritime catastrophe until the Titanic sunk in 1912. Among the Ville de Havres dead were the four young daughters of Chicago lawyer Horatio Spafford. He had sent the children and their mother, Anna Spafford, to vacation in France, where he would later join them after he finished some pressing business affairs at home.
When the crew finally succeeded in reviving the nearly half-drowned, unconscious woman, she cried out for her children four girls, one just a baby, torn violently from her arms by the roiling sea. Once ashore, Anna Spafford sent her husband a brief but poignant telegraph: Saved alone.
As Horatio Spafford sailed across the Atlantic to reunite with his grieving wife, the ships captain called Spafford to his cabin. By the captains estimate, they were now sailing over the place where the Ville de Havre went down. Overcome with a torrent of emotion, Horatio Spafford returned to his cabin and composed a piece of poetry destined to become one of the churchs most beloved hymns, It Is Well with My Soul.
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xt1m8a_bill-gloria-gaither-it-is-well-with-my-soul-feat-guy-penrod-and-david-phelps-live_musicPS: Rumitoid, I choose this verson especially for you.
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