Well it has been ages since I've posted so I figure it's about time...too much to put in all one post so I'll spread it over the next few along with a few stories...
So our librarian of 25 years at Freedom Church left this last week...an awesome life of service to others is what she leaves and she takes the prayers and love of Freedom Church with her...to honor her we decided to play a couple of her favorite hymns...
One that she chose was In the Garden... I was searching through a book to find the background of the hymn... I found it amazing....
Here is the account of how this beautiful hymn was written—from the hymn-writer C. Austin Miles himself:
One day in April, 1912, 1 was seated in the dark room, where I kept my photographic equipment and organ. I drew my Bible toward me; it opened at my favorite chapter, John 20--whether by chance or inspiration let each reader decide. That meeting of Jesus and Mary had lost none of its power and charm..
As I read it that day, I seemed to be part of the scene. I became a silent witness to that dramatic moment in Mary's life, when she knelt before her Lord, and cried, Rabboni!
My hands were resting on the Bible while I stared at the fight blue wall. As the light faded, I seemed to be standing at the entrance of a garden, looking down a gently winding path, shaded by olive branches. A woman in white, with head bowed, hand clasping her throat, as if to choke back her sobs, walked slowly into the shadows. it was Mary. As she came to the tomb, upon which she placed her hand, she bent over to look in, and hurried away.
John, in flowing robe, appeared, looking at the tomb; then came Peter, who entered the tomb, followed slowly by John.
As they departed, Mary reappeared; leaning her head upon her arm at the tomb, she wept. Turning herself, she saw Jesus standing, so did 1. 1 knew it was He. She knelt before Him, with arms outstretched and looking into His face cried, Rabboni!
I awakened in sunlight, gripping the Bible, with muscles tense and nerves vibrating. Under the inspiration of this vision I wrote as quickly as the words could be formed the poem exactly as it has since appeared. That same evening I wrote the music.
Have you ever wondered what it would have been like to be Mary...in the Garden...the first to see Jesus resurrected...that is a powerful thought...I don't know quite how I would have reacted...
but then I think of when I hear of miracles today...my heart does not leap like it should to hear of the power that Jesus still displays in the world today... do I cry "Rabboni!" | 
