The Faithnetworker Newsletter
Vol. 2. No. 6, July 22, 2001
Song Sheet Transposer
Ever wish you had a chorus in a different key? Trying to put together
a praise chorus medley and you'd like to have all the songs in the same
Check out the Song Sheet Transposer. A beta version (meaning I just
wrote it, so expect a glitch or two), is available at the Faithnet Bulletin
You can copy and paste a chord sheet to the entry window, select the
current key, select the desired key and there you have it! There is a
little formatting required for the entry window, so just read the simple
How Hot is It?
Cool Scripture Cite
"[The sun] rises at one end of the heavens and makes it circuit
to the other; nothing is hidden from its heat." (Psalm 19:6)
Hot Internet Site
WETSOCK. Show the temperature or other local conditions on your task
bar. Download the utility at:
Prayer in the Summer
Mark Sibley Jones
For many, summer time is a period of low energy. Whether it is the oppressive
heat, boring reruns on TV, or having school-aged kids under your feet,
summer is often a time of diminished expectations.
Here in south Texas, summer time is air-conditioning, water-sprinking,
swimming-pooling, hunt-for-cool-October time. Halloween is our first
festival of outdoor recreation. "Oh, look, the neighbor's painted
their house chartreuse." I hadn't noticed before in my dashes from
the auto A/C to the house A/C. The sun shines hot and long, clouds and
rain are about as sparse as an Elijah-induced drought. The temps rise,
the aquifer falls. Lawns burn, tempers flare, and a delay on the freeway
in rush hour is tantamount to nuclear terrorism.
Where are you God, in the summer? How did our parents and grandparents
survive without freon? How will the crops survive without water? How
can I wash my car with rationing?
I can well remember when local churches capitalized on summer time to
hold week-long revival meetings. Sermons on hell were not uncommon and
seemed to actually help us cope with the relative heat of our hot houses.
As a kid, sitting on the back row of the plywood pews of my little Baptist
church, I sometimes wondered if the red-faced, brow-wiping preacher up
front would ever burst into spontaneous combustion as Moses' burning
bush. Wow, it was hot! Soon, we'd gather in the Fellowship Hall for home-made
ice cream, and all the spiritual trauma of the evening would be soothed.
Where is God in all this? I really don't rightly know. Genesis records
God's preference of visiting Adam and Even in the cool of the day, so
I expect I'll most likely find the Almighty in Colorado this time of
year. Summer spirituality in my locale is a variant of John of the Cross' "Dark
Night of the Soul," except here it is the "Hot Night of the
Makes a saint long for that Living Water. Come Spirit, come with your
refreshing breezes and stir again our hearts to passion for you. Amen.