Engineers like me had to survive the mathematical rigor of calculus as freshmen before having even a hint of what true engineering would be like. Calculus is required because it is as fundamental to engineering as moisture to greening Spring grass.
One of the most basic parts of calculus is the integral sign that looks like a run-away script “S”. An integral is simply – or not so simply – a summation.
Or, you might say, an aggregation.
Today we integrate – and aggregate – what we have learned about the ACE of Hearts in our most recent blog series.
As is so often the case, a well-known song by the Newsboys captures it best. Don’t just read the words even though you may know this song. Listen to it once more.
Feel its passion!
It’s the song of the redeemed rising from the African plain.
It’s the song of the forgiven drowning out the Amazon rain.
The song of Asian believers filled with God’s holy fire.
It’s every tribe, every tongue, every nation, a love song born of a grateful choir.
Let it rise above the four winds caught up in the heavenly sound.
Let praises echo from the towers of the cathedrals to the faithful gathered underground.
Of all the songs sung from the dawn of creation some were meant to persist.
Of all the bells rung from a thousand steeples none rings truer than this.
And all the powers of darkness tremble at what they’ve just heard.
‘Cause all the powers of darkness can’t drown out a single word
When all God’s children sing out glory, glory, hallelujah, He reigns.
He reigns!
Are you ready to aggregate, celebrate and elevate those who cannot be heard?
One of the most basic parts of calculus is the integral sign that looks like a run-away script “S”. An integral is simply – or not so simply – a summation.
Or, you might say, an aggregation.
Today we integrate – and aggregate – what we have learned about the ACE of Hearts in our most recent blog series.
As is so often the case, a well-known song by the Newsboys captures it best. Don’t just read the words even though you may know this song. Listen to it once more.
Feel its passion!
It’s the song of the redeemed rising from the African plain.
It’s the song of the forgiven drowning out the Amazon rain.
The song of Asian believers filled with God’s holy fire.
It’s every tribe, every tongue, every nation, a love song born of a grateful choir.
Let it rise above the four winds caught up in the heavenly sound.
Let praises echo from the towers of the cathedrals to the faithful gathered underground.
Of all the songs sung from the dawn of creation some were meant to persist.
Of all the bells rung from a thousand steeples none rings truer than this.
And all the powers of darkness tremble at what they’ve just heard.
‘Cause all the powers of darkness can’t drown out a single word
When all God’s children sing out glory, glory, hallelujah, He reigns.
He reigns!
Are you ready to aggregate, celebrate and elevate those who cannot be heard?
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