Bordertown

I am a Christian, by birth and baptism, by my upbringing, by practice, meditation, and repetition. The stories of the Bible are my stories. Jesus is my Jesus. Still, I find that I am always walking towards Jerusalem, but I am never actually entering at the border, through the gates. I’m not sure that I ever will. In my faith I feel very much like an immigrant soul looking across a wall, or a river, towards some land of plenty — of milk and honey. Jesus’ kingdom seems unattainable, and there is no documentation available. Our only hope at the border is grace. by Marcus Hummon



Marcus Hummon is a Grammy winning songwriter, recording artist, playwright-composer, and children’s book author who has been living in Nashville for the past 24 years. You can connect with his work on marcushummonmusic.com. He is married to Rev. Becca Stevens (founder of Nashville’s MAGDALENE and THISTLE FARMS) They have three sons, Levi, Caney, and Moses.

God, My Father...

“God, my Father in heaven, You are all mercy. You love me and see my every sin. God, I call on You now as the merciful Father. Forgive my every sin. Wash away the stains on my soul so that I may once again rest in complete innocence. I trust You, Father in heaven. I rely on You. I thank you. Amen.”

This prayer came from the messages of Anne, a Lay Apostle; it came from “VOLUME THREE” Part One: God the Father Speaks to His Children...

Chant Gregorian - Benedictos prayer and glory to God

Hail, hope of the world, Mary, hail, meek one, hail, loving one, hail, full of grace
Hail O singular virgin, who wast chosen to not suffer flames through brambles
Hail, beautiful rose, hail, staff of Jesse:
Whose fruit loosened the chains of our weeping
Hail whose womb bore a son against the law of death
Hail, O one lacking comparison, still tearfully renewing joy for the world
Hail, lamp of virgins, through whom the heavenly light shone on these whom shadow holds.
Hail, O virgin from whom a thing of heaven wished to be born, and from whose milk feed.
Hail, gem of the lamps of heaven
Hail, sanctuary of the Holy Ghost
O, how wonderful, and how praiseworthy is this virginity!
In whom, made through the spirit, the paraclete, shone fruitfulness.
O how holy, how serene, how kind, how pleasant the virgin is believed to be!
Through whom slavery is finished, a place of heaven is opened, and liberty is returned.
O, lily of chastity, pray to thy son, who is the salvation of the humble:
Lest we through our fault, in the tearful judgment suffer punishment.
But may she, by her holy prayer, purifying from the dregs of sin, place us in a home of light
Amen let every man say.

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