Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy Name. Thy kingdom come. THY WILL BE DONE, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but DELIVER US FROM EVIL.
For Thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory, forever and ever. Amen †
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It was 600 Years Ago To-day . . .
later…
Part 2 “Kidnapped!”
Part 3 (concludes) “Surviving as an Outlaw”
“April 18, 1521 – MARTIN LUTHER’S DATE with DESTINY”
Part 2 of 3: Kidnapped!
“April 18, 1521 – MARTIN LUTHER’S DATE with DESTINY”
Part 3 of 3 “Surviving as an Outlaw”
(and of course, that should have been “500 Years Ago To-day”)
Sincere thanks, Dan, for posting this brief but succinct history of Luther. I was born into and raised in the Lutheran Church.
My German ancestors emigrated from Prussia and Hesse to Baltimore in the mid 19th century and established a German Lutheran Church next to the railroad yards in Baltimore city.
They relocated to west Baltimore in 1920 and that second location was where I was baptized, raised, confirmed, and eventually married. Today that congregation is gone and the building occupied by some inner city non-denominational church.
Today the Ravens football stadium stands where the original church was built.
My father was an avid reader of Luthers works, and a man of steadfast faith.
Unfortunately the Lutheran Church in America veered hard Left about 25-30 years ago and left me to study Scripture and doctrine from less politically oriented sources.
thinking about your last sentence …
i believe that is true for many of us. raised in a particular ‘religion’ or ‘church’ which is no more. we are left on our lone to study scripture and doctrine
as for me, i decided long ago that no one person is in a position to tell me about God. i give no one permission to ‘interpret’ God’s plan and influence on my life.
wishing you a Blessed Sunday. Be brave – hug each other. Love each other
Amazing what one (1) human is capable of.
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I envy that kitty. In church of a Sunday, with no restricted breathing.
I have enough trouble breathing without a mask, and my church is pretending not to know that masks are baloney, because it saves them the trouble of standing up to the government bullies.
Something We All Need
By Pastor Kevin Sadler
“Strengthened with all might, according to His glorious power, unto all patience and longsuffering with joyfulness” (Col. 1:11).
“Did you hear the Texas tall tale about the teacher who was helping one of her kindergarten students put on his cowboy boots? He asked for help, and she could see why. Even with her pulling and him pushing, the little boots still didn’t want to go on. By the time they got the second boot on, she had worked up a sweat. She almost cried when the little boy said, ‘Teacher, they’re on the wrong feet.’ She looked, and sure enough, they were.
“It wasn’t any easier pulling the boots off than it was putting them on. She managed to keep her cool as together they worked to get the boots back on, this time on the right feet. He then announced, ‘These aren’t my boots.’ She bit her tongue rather than…scream, ‘Why didn’t you say so?’
“Once again, she struggled to help him pull the ill-fitting boots off his little feet. No sooner had they gotten the boots off when he said, ‘They’re my brother’s boots. My mom made me wear ’em.’ Now she didn’t know if she should laugh or cry, but she mustered up what grace and courage she had left to wrestle the boots on his feet again. Helping him into his coat, she asked, ‘Now, where are your mittens?’ He said, ‘I stuffed ’em in the toes of my boots.’” 1
This teacher is a perfect example of patience and longsuffering. This is something we all need in life. Difficult people and circumstances in our lives can make patience and longsuffering difficult to live out. However, we are promised God’s help in this area. By the indwelling Holy Spirit we are “strengthened with all might, according to His glorious power” to be more patient and longsuffering.
God is longsuffering. During this present evil age, God is demonstrating His longsuffering as He gives all people an opportunity to be saved (1 Tim. 1:16; 2 Pet. 3:15). And while believers are not perfect in their practice, God is patient and longsuffering with us as we grow in Christ. One aspect of godliness (or God-likeness) is to be patient and longsuffering like Him (Eph. 5:1).
God wants us to endure patiently and suffer long with those who may try our patience to the limit. God desires long fuses as misunderstandings arise, cutting words are said, or unkind actions are done. The old nature lashes out, retaliates, and is impatient, but God wants self-restraint in His strength. God’s selfless love teaches us that “Charity suffereth long, and…is not easily provoked” (1 Cor. 13:4-5). Living out this attribute of Christ in our relationships can make a great difference in the quality of these relationships and, in turn, the quality of our lives.
Notes:
https://www.bereanbiblesociety.org/something-we-all-need/
Colossians 1:11 Strengthened with all might, according to his glorious power, unto all patience and longsuffering with joyfulness;
1 Timothy 1:16 Howbeit for this cause I obtained mercy, that in me first Jesus Christ might shew forth all longsuffering, for a pattern to them which should hereafter believe on him to life everlasting.
2 Peter 3:15 And account that the longsuffering of our Lord is salvation; even as our beloved brother Paul also according to the wisdom given unto him hath written unto you;
Ephesians 5:1 ¶ Be ye therefore followers of God, as dear children;
1 Corinthians 13:4 ¶ Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up,
5 Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil;
Have a wonderful and blessed Sunday, Treepers. And, always know that our Lord is always watching over us, is always available to bless us with His saving Grace. All we have to do is ask.
Our Lord has been in my life for as long as I can remember. I don’t understand why this is so—it just is. In my times of need, He’s always been there for me. Although I can’t begin to explain the “why” of this—I’m a sinner, I’m no different from anyone else—except for the simple fact that I’ve always accepted the undisputed reality of our Lord.
I think, and I’m admittedly naive about this, that the fact is that I’ve never questioned Him. I’ve always been a strong believer—from the time I was a small child.. And, when I’ve needed him the most, he’s always been there for me. What “beinging there” actually means is mystical. But I can say that when the Really Bad Things have happened, our Lord have filled my heart with his presence. I can assure you that, based on my personal experience, that His healing Grace is real—for me it’s been as real as breathing. I can also say that experiencing our Lord’s Grace at the times I’ve been in serious need has been the most profound experiences of my life. Faith is real. Reach out and accept our Lord and be saved.
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Sometimes you get the dog. But, then,sometimes the dog gets you . . Enjoy. . .
Lord of the Rings Medley – Lindsey Stirling
She does good work, n’est-ce pas?
Even though I live in Louisiana, I can not speak any French…otherwise I totally agree that her talent is a true gift to behold for someone that young. 😛
“n’est-ce pas?” means “isn’t that so?” Pronounced “ness-paw?” A very popular phrase amongst francophones and even those of us with but a smattering of the tongue.
hmmm…I like your explanation better than the internets 🙂
Here’s a good one for you in return…
dogsmaw, Ms. Stafford had a wonderful voice and her rendition of “You Belong To Me” is among my favorite tunes. Thank you for posting this.
And one more…
Take Flight
Bellamy Brothers – America’s good ol’ hippies….circa 2015 with a little Texas’ flavor
55 ain’t old! 🙂
Way past middle age statistically. 😉
Way past middle age, actually.
Nope…………it ain’t.
Paul Revere’s ride – April 18, 1775
Remember what huge odds they were up against!
Yes, they were up against HUGH odds.
An excellent portrayal of what our forefathers were up against is found in the movie “The Crossing” which covers General George Washington’s crossing of the Delaware River on Christmas Day to defeat the German, British mercenaries at Trenton, New Jersey. It is a stark example of the term “it is darkest just before the dawn.”
I’m goint to watch the whole thing when I have a little more time.
Thanks. I’m struggling to stay out of a dark place.
FeeeeeeeeeeeL the light and the calm.
See with clarity, Clarion.
Darkness is ONLY lights-out for your times of rest for wellness.
It was events like Concord Bridge and Washington’s attack on Trenton and so many other make-or-break battles that shaped our Constitution and, especially, our Bill Of Rights. The hard left would like for us to forget this but the harder, undeniable fact is that these are documents born of revolution. That’s why our 2nd Amendment is so explicit in guaranteeing the rights of Americans to arm themselves. Constitutional Carry is now before the Texas senate. Let’s hope it passes and becomes law.
Fact: The primary mission of the British marching to Concord was to capture or destroy Colonial Arms and gun powder stored there! Thus “The Shot Heard Round the World” was fired because the colonials stood in the way of the British enforcing gun control by destruction or confiscation.
Their secondary mission was to capture any prominent colonial leader. They had heard about the arms and about John Hancock and Samuel Adams staying at the house that had been Hancock’s boyhood home in Lexington and the arms stored at Concord from Torrie spies. The two men left before the British arrived.
That is a big 10-4 on the Texas Senate ……… ’bout time.
I had to sit down and watch The Patriot again last night, always chills, tears, and peace from that movie. A great regular reminder of how we came to be Americans!
“Aim small, miss small”
“remember what I taught you boys about shooting…”
I have been a subscriber to the wisegeek site (it’s free) for a number of years. It’s informative and sometimes entertaining. Below is a link to an article I received a few days ago. The physicist and her male colleague made an important discovery.
How Have Female Scientists Been Treated Differently? Last Modified Date: April 16, 2021
“The world was almost a very different place because of physicist Lise Meitner’s hair. As a woman in early 20th-century Germany, Meitner was denied access to the main chemistry laboratory at the University of Berlin because her hair supposedly could have caught fire, so instead she was told to work alone in a small basement lab.”
More here:
http://www.wisegeek.com/how-have-female-scientists-been-treated-differently.htm
That reminds me of how President Trump, unlike many of his contemporaries, is not threatened at all by a woman’s intellectual achievements.
Wasn’t she amazing, Clarion? She persevered despite the societal gender constraints she endured and didn’t do it for the accolades (obvious from the awards/recognition she was denied). It is my understanding President Trump has a number of women who hold managerial positions in his various businesses.
Verse of the Day for Sunday, April 18, 2021
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“For I know that my redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latterday upon the earth:”
Job 19:25 (KJV)
Thank You, Jesus, for blessings received and prayers answered!!!
BE MY VOICE
Let Me Live
PRAYING ON THE ARMOR OF GOD
Father God, I now follow your command to put on the full armor of God, because my battle is not against flesh and blood but against rulers, authorities, the powers of this dark world and against spiritual forces of evil in the unseen world.
I first pray on the Belt of Truth that it may be buckled around my waist, may I be centered and encircled by your truth dear Lord. Hem me inside all that is true and right, and may I be protected and held up by the truth of your living word, in my Lord Jesus name.
I pray on the Breastplate of righteousness, please protect my vital organs and my inner man, cover my integrity, my spirit, and my soul. Guard my heart for it is the wellspring of life, please strengthen and guard the most vulnerable places in my life with that which is right, good, and noble that I might not receive a fatal blow from the enemy, in my Lord Jesus name.
I pray on the Gospel Shoes of Peace. I choose to stand in the shoes of your good news, and on the firm foundation of my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, the solid eternal rock. All other ground is sinking sand, I pray that I will not slip or fall, but that my feet would be firmly fitted on your lordship, my Lord Jesus. I choose to stand on you, so that the peace of God, which transcends all understanding will guard my heart and mind in Christ Jesus, the eternal Rock of Ages. I receive your holy peace now my Lord, from the sole of my feet to the crown of my head, in my Lord Jesus name.
I pray the Shield of Faith into my hand now. As I take up the shield of faith, I ask that you might extinguish every dart and arrow, that is launched from the enemy to take me down spiritually, physically, mentally, emotionally, and every attempt of the enemy to destroy my joy. I ask that my faith in you would make it flame out. Extinguish every flaming arrow that would come against me, my life, my family, my home, or my ministry. May my faith always be out in front of me like a shield. Give me the courage to “faith my fears” by choosing to walk by faith and not by sight, in my Lord Jesus name.
I pray on the Helmet of Salvation, that you might protect my mind from the thoughts that can lead me astray. I choose to take every thought captive, and arrest all intentioned ideas and motives that would harm others, or distract me from your holy will for me. I submit every captured thought to the Lordship of my Lord Jesus Christ, and ask that you would imprison those thoughts that are not of you my Lord. Transform my mind and renew my thinking that I may think God thoughts, and have a sober mind that is focused on your glory. Please protect me from being double minded that I may allow my mind, I reject to live an earthly life, because I choose to live a holy one, governed by you My Lord Jesus, the prince of peace, please have my mind to be saturated with the holy mind of Christ, in my Lord Jesus name.
Finally, I take up the Sword of the Spirit which is the holy word of God, I pray this powerful offensive weapon into my hand, and ask that your holy word would be fitting for every encounter I face. As the enemy gets close to me, please give me the insight, wisdom, and skill to wield the word of God to drive away the enemy, in my Lord Jesus name.
May the enemy and his team flee from me, upon hearing the word of God spoken by the power and direction of the Holy Spirit. Give me the sword of the spirit to cut through the wiles of the devil, so that I may discern the schemes of the enemy when he is near.
With all kinds of prayers, supplication, and intercession I pray to you my Lord God as the one who fights my battles. Now that I’m in your holy powerful armor, I walk away covered and ready to face my day as you go before me, and please protect me in the midst of the spiritual warfare in this unseen world, in my Lord Jesus name.
Thank you my Lord, for the spiritual weapons of armor and prayer that you have given me. It is written no weapon formed against me shall prosper, and you will refute every tongue that accuses me.
Thank you Father God, my Lord Jesus and the Holy Spirit, that I am more than a conqueror in my Lord Jesus. I pray all of this in the mighty name of my Lord God and Savior Jesus Christ, amen.
READINESS
“God called unto him…and he said, Here am I.” Exodus iii. 4
When God speaks, many of us are like men in a fog, we give no answer. Moses’ reply revealed that he was somewhere. Readiness means a right relationship to God and a knowledge of where we are at present. We are so busy telling God where we would like to go. The man or woman who is ready for God and His work is the one who carries off the prize when the summons comes. We wait with the idea of some great opportunity, something sensational, and when it comes we are quick to cry – “Here am I.” Whenever Jesus Christ is in the ascendant, we are there, but we are not ready for an obscure duty.
Readiness for God means that we are ready to do the tiniest little thing or the great big thing, it makes no difference. We have no choice in what we want to do, whatever God’s programme may be we are there, ready. When any duty presents itself we hear God’s voice as Our Lord heard His Father’s voice, and we are ready for it with all the alertness of our love for Him. Jesus Christ expects to do with us as His Father did with Him. He can put us where He likes, in pleasant duties or in mean duties, because the union is that of the Father and Himself. “That they may be one, even as We are one.”
Be ready for the sudden surprise visits of God. A ready person never needs to get ready. Think of the time we waste trying to get ready when God has called! The burning bush is a symbol of everything that surrounds the ready soul, it is ablaze with the presence of God.
Oswald Chambers
April 18th Devotional
. . . but deliver us from the Evil One.
Amen ?
Prayer of Saint Ioannikios the Great of Bithynia (+ 846)
My hope is the Father, my refuge the Son, my protection the Holy Spirit. O Holy Trinity, glory to Thee.
Scenes Beyond the Grave – Marietta Davis
Chapter XXXIII – The Last Struggle
33:2
“If Jesus perish,” answered an angel, “the heavens fail. He holdeth the universe in his right hand.”
“But,” said Apollyon in distant reply, “he faileth in this decisive hour. Strike your death-song, ye congregated millions! For lo! Jesus the boasted Song of God is at last subdued. Death prevaileth!”
Then the divinity of Jesus said, “No man taketh my life. I lay it down of myself. Ye who seek me, employ men in the external world as agents of slaughter and execution; but they have no power over me save what is given them. Lo! I come through death’s portals to bind thee, thou destroyer; and from thy power, rescue my people – those whom I redeem.”
“That I may prevail, I meet thee in thy dominions. Lo, I come! Thou art involved in thine own design. I meet thee, not in vengeance, but to open the tomb and set the captives free; to open the prison door of those bound and imprisoned; to bind thee and destroy thy power. I have descended amid dissolving elements; humanity being the chariot in which I enter the dark dominions where mortality faileth. Thou art conquered. The law of life and harmony shall entwine thy form, and establish the boundaries of thy dominions. And thus, shalt thou await that day when death and hell shall be cast into the bottomless abyss, and they shall no more afflict my people.”
Thus saying, he bound Death with a chain of light.
Then raising his eyes toward Justice, who witnessed from the cloud, he said, “Behold! the Spirit of Life prevaileth over death.” And addressing the roaring tempest of dissolving nature which gathered in its mighty maelstrom around him, and broke in fearful whirlpools upon him, he said, “Stay, thou angry flood! Roll back your waters ye death currents! Unloose thy grasp thou boasting conqueror, thou prince of terrors! Lo! I come to rescue the fallen orb, ere it plunge into the bottomless abyss.” Then raising his right hand of divine strength, while standing in the mighty cataract of dissolving nature, he touched an orb, which, in its wandering revolutions, had neared, and by attraction from the abyss, hung upon the brink ready to plunge, with its swarming and distracted millions of inhabitants, amid the surging billows that drive madly down the gulf of death. While thus holding the suspended orb, he said, “Stay thou tempest, terrible in might! Although thy waves fearfully gather around the fallen world; although thy current draws with immensity of strength; although thou hast forced that Earth along the death surge of ages, be thou still! Earth, reverse thy movement. Arise! The day of thy salvation dawneth. Ye mighty winds of heaven, fan into life the expiring orb. Ye pure waters, ever flowing from life’s ceaseless fountains, let your cooling tides move over her parched and barren soil. And ye angels who minister in love, gather quickly around the discordant race, administer life’s cordials, and with truth, antidote the evil of false and perverted hearts. Bar ye the gateway to immortal slumbers, that forlorn man may not enter there. And thou Death,” he continued, “although thou dost boast thy millions slain, upon thee I fix my seal; thou art bound, and thy days are numbered. Hades, thy kingdom of mortality, the trophy of victorious ages, shall fail. And thou, at the time appointed, having no more kingdoms to demolish, shalt die.”
Then addressing Apollyon, he said, “Thou foe of equity, harmony, peace, and heaven, depart quickly to regions whence thou art. Lead thy forces deathward, for at the time appointed, thou too, shalt feel restraining power. Lo! I come to rescue my people.”
Jesus then moved his hand, and Apollyon with his legions departed, and a dark cloud which accompanied, concealed them from our view.
The Lord then said, “Father, into thy hands I commit my spirit,” and with a loud voice, cried, “IT IS FINISHED,” and then holding Death subject to his will, descended to the spirits in prison.
To be continued…
“Then raising his eyes toward Justice, who witnessed from the cloud”
“Then raising his right hand of divine strength, while standing in the mighty cataract of dissolving nature, he touched an orb”
“Earth, reverse thy movement.“
Ascribing thoughts and even words to Jesus as he hung on the cross outside of Scripture is extremely reckless. The following words should give pause to those casting as inspired words – – including from Christ Himself – – such things:
Revelation 22:18-19 — “I testify to everyone hearing the words of the prophecy of this book: If anyone should add to these things, God will add unto him the plagues having been written in this book. And if anyone should take away from the words of the book of this prophecy, God will take away his part from the tree of life, and out of the holy city, of those having been written in this book.”
The Jesus Prayer
Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy upon me, a sinner.
The 50th Psalm Septuagint (Psalm 51 KJV).
It was not very many years ago that many stores, gas stations, offices, restaurants, and so forth were closed on Sundays. People ordered their lives around that during the rest of the week.
Honoring the Lord’s Day as a day of rest from shopping, unnecessary physical work, and vain entertainments seems like a thing of the past.
If a Christian makes an effort to return to honoring the Lord’s Day by setting out to do so each week, then eventually the difference becomes clear.
And maybe some of life’s problems will become fewer.
This is something I’ve been thinking more about when I examine my conscience. Am I keeping the Sabbath holy? Am I giving this day to God? You are correct Sepp. The Lord said the Sabbath was for us. To take that day to worship and rest nourishes the soul in an out of control world.
As a side note, I remember when my mother would go to the gas stations on Friday evening to be sure she had a full tank for the weekend because most of them closed, either Friday evening or Saturday around noon, I think. And nothing was open on Sunday. We didn’t have convenience stores.
Sure, that was back during the days when all TV stations signed off at 12:00 midnight for the night and it was against the FCC rules for curse words to be used on TV or radio programs.
There were absolutely ‘no chores’ done on the Sabbath as I was growing up, it was totally a day of rest. But we also attended church services all day and night, even to the point that it could be close to midnight before we arrived home to catch a ‘nap’ cause school required us to be alert 🙂
Yes, Ma’am, it makes a difference if I find myself wanting to go to the store on Sunday for something small and I decide to postpone it or cancel it. Especially as the traffic in town gets busier on Sundays and I realize that we don’t have to join the rush to nowhere for nothing important.
Around here, it was maybe 20 years ago that we were still filling up the gas tank before a Sunday or a holiday, especially if driving out on the highway to “go visiting” as they used to say. The convenience gas stations used to be closed on holidays as were the few family-owned ones in small towns.
There are several examples I have read from Lives of Orthodox Saints who were warning or admonishing the Faithful to refrain from commerce on the Lord’s Day and Feast Days. Or to refrain from labor that was not for an emergency reason.
Dear Sepp, I think it is not only a day of rest…It’s day of active contemplation. One day out of a week when we are asked to put aside distraction and focus. I think that is not necessarily passive, but active and a discipline. We are asked to be thankful, to remember our blessings, to reflect on the past week and when we may have strayed and to commit to making necessary changes in our lives. To think, to pray.
Reminds me of when my kids were little…piano lessons, dance lessons, sports, every moment scheduled. In the summer I said, “No.”
”But we’re bored!”
”BE BORED! Create! Think about things! Use your imagination! No video games! No cell Phones! Read a book! Ride your bike! Play “hide the flag” with neighborhood friends!” Hike! Learn to cook, heck “learn anything you want!”
Sorry, (That was too long!)
This was really wonderful to read.
It was also a guaranteed day off for most retail workers, who increasingly in our society not only have no such thing as a ‘weekend’, but no holidays either.
People are having to keep 40 hours of ‘availability’ open for a lousy part-time job with no guarantee of hours.
Even those not formally religious benefitted from one day dedicated to something besides commerce and the marketplace.
Yes. Sometimes I remind myself that if I don’t want to go to work on a Sunday or a holiday, then I should be respectful and not go places (stores) that require others to work on those days. I know just one person won’t make a difference.
Carving out regular time, setting it aside, and being deliberate about it can certainly be beneficial, especially for setting aside time to concentrate on the spiritual.
Those in the medical field or other essential work often are not afforded the regularity as far as the specific day, but hopefully can find a way to prioritize such time.
Romans 14:5-6
“For indeed one judges a day to be above another day, but one judges every day alike. Let each be fully assured in the own mind. The one regarding the day, regards it to the Lord; the one eating, eats to the Lord, for he gives thanks to God; and the one not eating, does not eat to the Lord and gives thanks to God.”
Morning all:
US Navy traditions you might find interesting:
1281. Ships Passing Washington’s Tomb. When a ship of the Navy is passing Washington’s tomb, Mount Vernon, Virginia, between sunrise and sunset, the following ceremonies shall be observed insofar as may be practicable: a. The full guard and band shall be parsded, the bell tolled, and the national ensign halfmasted at the beginning of the tolling of the bel 1. b. When opposite Washington’s tomb, the guard shall present arms, persons on deck shall salute, facing in the direction of the tomb, and “Taps” shall be sounded. c, The national ensign shall be hoisted to the truck or peak and the tolling shall cease at the last note of “Taps,” after which the National Anthem shall be played. d. Upon completion of the National Anthem, “Carry on” shall bs sounded.
1282. Ships Passing U.SS. ARIZONA Memorial. When a ship of the Navy is passing the USS ARIZONA Memorial, Pearl Harbor, Hawaii, between sunrise and sunset, passing honors consisting of sounding “’Attention- and rendering the hand a salute by all persons in view on deck and not in ranks shall be executed by that ship.
The only time any flag, ensign, or pennant shall be flown over the National Colors is during church services onboard ship. At that time the “Church Pennant shall be flown at the truck with the National Colors below.
This is awesome. Thank you!
With 1000s of National Guard troops still “somewhere” in D.C. the Democrats’ violent street urchins were out en force again Saturday night. No arrests of course.
Here they vandalized the Christopher Columbus Fountain in front of Union Station.
Last month, they literally had a fence and soldiers stationed out of it looking directly at the spot extremely closely. I haven’t been back down there, but I haven’t heard of any drawdown at that spot.
This is horrible and very upsetting. As I’ve mentioned, I’m a local, and up until recently such a thing never would have happened.
Made my heart swell!
https://ogdaa.blogspot.com/2021/04/sunday-video-1_081030542.html#links
Mornin’ infidels!
Kind of like the old Roman Coliseum.
I’d pay to watch that.
I believe the rioters would get the point (s) that they should leave the area, pronto.
No tear gas, pepper spray nor rubber bullets required ….. just consider it nature’s “stun gun.”
Oh, believe me, they really would if they thought they could make it happen.
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Note to Admin and Sundance,
Sometimes this site is a lifesaver, it feels great to get things off my chest and out to where other people with the ability to critically think welcome an open, honest dialog.
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Thanks to all of my Treeper pals, too.
Happy Sunday!
Yes! Indeed!
Back at ya!
They had some of the best album covers in the 70s.
Here’s a thought for a nonlethal tool police might use.
Lassoes trigger the loops-is-nooses crowd.
Hm. I still prefer a phaser on stun at least.
Has Sundance and the tech team thought about how to organize/facilitate actual physical gatherings of the fine people here? It’s one thing to type away at each other, but I think everyone recognizes that the pursuit of true, honest fellowship cannot be done virtually. I have long imagined some kind of contact brokering system that would allow individuals to confidentially and safely arrange for voice, video, or actual physical gatherings, to go beyond the extreme low bandwidth of chatting at each other thru comment threads. My only other remaining daily internet haunt over at Ace seems to have a handle on this – they call themselves ‘morons’ and organize regular Mo-me (moron meetups) gahterings geographically dispersed all across America. There is a level of affinity and cohesiveness in that which goes waaaay deeper than just chatting in ‘type-space’, if you will.
Type-space is starting to feel like virtual masking to me – I crave like-minded company, having fled the population centers of the I5 corridor and set myself up in a tiny little town in the High Desert of Oregon. I would happily drive for hours each way to physically meet with fellow Desert Treeple. It would be wonderful to be able to organize get togethers and taste someone else’s cooking, for a change!
And NOTHING substitutes for (no club ties) a firm handshake, (a sudden look in the eye, and an eeaasy smile) and a beautiful smiling face! We have a nice public archery/shotgun/pistol/rifle range 70 miles south of me here, good safe common ground, completely anonymous and open to everyone who will follow the rules.
Now, how to reach other Desert Treeple ?
I agree; DC area anyone?
I recall a time when https://intellectualfroglegs.com had these gatherings, but since the covid thingy happened it probably is on the back burner for now…but this is the one you should surely ask about this kinda stuff 😛
Hey guys!
Love you all!
God loves us ALL!
The Light is coming!
Thanks for this
God Bless America…
Fifth Sunday of Great Lent
Commemoration of Saint Mary of Egypt (+ circa 520, 522)
Saint Mary of Egypt fell into a life of great sin and when she started to repent she ended up in the desert near the Jordan. She struggled against the passions for 47 years. Saint Zosimas met her in the desert and later Saint Sophronios wrote down her Life.
Fifth Sunday of the Fast
Saint Mary of Egypt
Dismissal Hymn.
“In thee the image was preserved with exactness, O Mother; for taking up the Cross, thou didst follow Christ, and by thy deeds thou didst teach us to overlook the flesh, for it passeth away, but to attend to the soul, since it is immortal. Wherefore, O our righteous Mother Mary, thy spirit rejoiceth with the Angels.”
Fifth Sunday of Great Lent
Saint Mary of Egypt
Kontakion.
“Thou who once of old wast filled with all manner of fornication, art now seen today to be a bride of Christ by thy repentance. Thou didst love and emulate the life of the Angels. By the Cross, thou didst annihilate the hordes of demons; for this cause art thou a bride now in the Kingdom of the Heavens, O Mary, thou all-modest one.”
Fifth Sunday of the Fast
The Holy Gospel according to Saint Mark (10: 32 – 45) is explained by Saint Theophylact of Ochrid (+ circa 1108).
http://www.cpress.orthodoxws.com/c_fifth_lent
Open Thread, right? I no longer live near there, but there’s still nothing much better on a Saturday night than a dirt oval race track:
CAS SPRINT CARS, PURE STOCKS, BOMBERS AND POWER 600 SERIES MICROS MAY 1ST!
https://centralarizonaspeedway.com/2021/04/18/cas-sprint-cars-pure-stocks-bombers-and-power-600-series-micros-may-1st/
Posted on April 18, 2021 by admin
“Central Arizona Speedway where racing is Fast, Fun and Family Friendly. CAS Sprint Cars, Pure Stocks, Bombers and Power 600 Series Micros will be on hand May 1st. Racing action starts at 7:00pm. Pits open at 4:00pm, Front Gates open at 5:00pm. We are a cash only facility. Cost of admission is $20 for Adults and Kids 11 and under are free. Central Arizona Speedway is located at 512 S Eleven Mile Corner Road, Casa Grande, AZ 85194 behind the Pinal County Fairgrounds.”
Edit: Moderation? Well that’s okay. Lots of people don’t like small track racing anyway. This was just a test.
probably had at least 3 links to throw you into moderation but our dear admin got you out 😛
Thanks. They do a lot of hard work, so I try not to give them more.
Sometimes I like a break from politics and stuff. Big motors racing around short tracks on a summer evening. out on the plains riding a cow pony in any kind of weather, get-togethers with family, all kinds of stuff to do.
Riding At Night.
https://outlandanthology.wordpress.com/2010/03/05/riding-at-night/
Ralph Garnier Coole. Songs of Men, 1918.
ON and on through the silent night,
Under the sky with its tranquil light
Of stars that are smiling and blinking bright—
Riding . . . just riding along . . .
Thank Admins.
Today! It’s the 18th of April. Paul Revere’s Ride. Just think about the odds they were facing.
Paul Revere’s RideHenry Wadsworth Longfellow – 1807-1882
Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-Five:
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.
He said to his friend, “If the British march
By land or sea from the town to-night,
Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry-arch
Of the North-Church-tower, as a signal-light,—
One if by land, and two if by sea;
And I on the opposite shore will be,
Ready to ride and spread the alarm
Through every Middlesex village and farm,
For the country-folk to be up and to arm.”
Then he said “Good night!” and with muffled oar
Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore,
Just as the moon rose over the bay,
Where swinging wide at her moorings lay
The Somerset, British man-of-war:
A phantom ship, with each mast and spar
Across the moon, like a prison-bar,
And a huge black hulk, that was magnified
By its own reflection in the tide.
Meanwhile, his friend, through alley and street
Wanders and watches with eager ears,
Till in the silence around him he hears
The muster of men at the barrack door,
The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet,
And the measured tread of the grenadiers
Marching down to their boats on the shore.
Then he climbed to the tower of the church,
Up the wooden stairs, with stealthy tread,
To the belfry-chamber overhead,
And startled the pigeons from their perch
On the sombre rafters, that round him made
Masses and moving shapes of shade,—
By the trembling ladder, steep and tall,
To the highest window in the wall,
Where he paused to listen and look down
A moment on the roofs of the town,
And the moonlight flowing over all.
Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead,
In their night-encampment on the hill,
Wrapped in silence so deep and still
That he could hear, like a sentinel’s tread,
The watchful night-wind, as it went
Creeping along from tent to tent,
And seeming to whisper, “All is well!”
A moment only he feels the spell
Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread
Of the lonely belfry and the dead;
For suddenly all his thoughts are bent
On a shadowy something far away,
Where the river widens to meet the bay,—
A line of black, that bends and floats
On the rising tide, like a bridge of boats.
Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride,
Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride,
On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere.
Now he patted his horse’s side,
Now gazed on the landscape far and near,
Then impetuous stamped the earth,
And turned and tightened his saddle-girth;
But mostly he watched with eager search
The belfry-tower of the old North Church,
As it rose above the graves on the hill,
Lonely and spectral and sombre and still.
And lo! as he looks, on the belfry’s height,
A glimmer, and then a gleam of light!
He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns,
But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight
A second lamp in the belfry burns!
A hurry of hoofs in a village-street,
A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark,
And beneath from the pebbles, in passing, a spark
Struck out by a steed that flies fearless and fleet:
That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light,
The fate of a nation was riding that night;
And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight,
Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
He has left the village and mounted the steep,
And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep,
Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides;
And under the alders, that skirt its edge,
Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge,
Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides.
It was twelve by the village clock
When he crossed the bridge into Medford town.
He heard the crowing of the cock,
And the barking of the farmer’s dog,
And felt the damp of the river-fog,
That rises when the sun goes down.
It was one by the village clock,
When he galloped into Lexington.
He saw the gilded weathercock
Swim in the moonlight as he passed,
And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare,
Gaze at him with a spectral glare,
As if they already stood aghast
At the bloody work they would look upon.
It was two by the village clock,
When he came to the bridge in Concord town.
He heard the bleating of the flock,
And the twitter of birds among the trees,
And felt the breath of the morning breeze
Blowing over the meadows brown.
And one was safe and asleep in his bed
Who at the bridge would be first to fall,
Who that day would be lying dead,
Pierced by a British musket-ball.
You know the rest. In the books you have read,
How the British Regulars fired and fled,—
How the farmers gave them ball for ball,
From behind each fence and farmyard-wall,
Chasing the red-coats down the lane,
Then crossing the fields to emerge again
Under the trees at the turn of the road,
And only pausing to fire and load.
So through the night rode Paul Revere;
And so through the night went his cry of alarm
To every Middlesex village and farm,—
A cry of defiance, and not of fear,
A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door,
And a word that shall echo forevermore!
For, borne on the night-wind of the Past,
Through all our history, to the last,
In the hour of darkness and peril and need,
The people will waken and listen to hear
The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed,
And the midnight message of Paul Revere.
Most don’t know there were six, maybe more, riders that night. Here’s a few of them.
https://thehistoryjunkie.com/samuel-prescott-facts-accomplishments/
Thanks for the reminder Francesca.
Paul Revere’s Ride—In His Own Words (1783)
https://democraticthinker.wordpress.com/2012/04/17/paul-reveres-ride-in-his-own-words-1783/
“PAUL REVERE of Boston, in the Colony of Massachusetts Bay in New England; of Lawfull Age, doth testify and say, that I was sent for by Doctr Joseph Warren, of said Boston, on the evening of the 18th of April, about 10 oClock; when he desired me “to go to Lexington, and inform Mr Samuel Adams, and the Honle John Hancock Esqr that there was a number of Soldiers, composed of Light troops, & Grenadiers, marching to the bottom of the Common, where was a number of Boats to receive them; it was supposed, that they were going to Lexington, by the way of Cambridge River, to take them, or go to Concord, to distroy the Colony Stores.” I proceeded immeditely, and was put across Charles River, and landed near Charlestown Battery, went in town, and there got a Horse, while in Charlestown, I was informed by Richd Devens Esqr, that he mett that evening, after Sun sett, Nine Officers of the Ministeral Army, mounted on good Horses, & Armed, going towards Concord; I set off, it was then about 11 oClock, the Moon shone bright. I had got almost …”
This is the answer to everything. I am praying it picks up momentum
https://www.americanthinker.com/articles/2021/04/exiled_within_america.html
ACM Awards @ACMawards
TONIGHT Don’t miss the #ACMawards—bringing you #CountryMusic’s biggest stars and more than 25 performances!
Catch all the action starting at at 8/7c on CBS
Chris Stapleton Starting Over Album of the Year
https://youtu.be/avBckeg3Dp8
He just wants ‘unity’ Right. https://www.israelnationalnews.com/News/News.aspx/304576
ChuckU and Norma Desmond want conflict once more and no political points https://www.jpost.com/israel-news/abbas-to-j-street-us-must-rescind-declaration-of-plo-as-terror-group-665557
lilbirdee12’s prayer:
Our Heavenly Father, Your children come to you tonight to ask for healing and peace throughout our country so that we may return to being One Nation Under God. Guide us to be leaders in Your Kingdom, spreading Your Love and Salvation to all. Forgive us our sins and deliver us from evil.
Lord, we ask for a blanket of protection over all our troops and law enforcement who serve to defend and protect us. Bless our representatives with the strength and wisdom they need to achieve the path You have chosen for us.
Please place Your Guardian Angels of Protection around Donald Trump and his family as they seek to lead America back to You. Also, we pray for Angels to protect and support our Sundance as he works for justice and peace.
Grant us patience, Lord, as the evil ones try to anger us and cause us to fall.
Spread blessings over Israel and Netanyahu.
We humbly ask that You please comfort those who are grieving and in pain.
Thank you Father, for Your Love and the gift of Life.
In Jesus name, we pray. Amen.
Amen
Amen…
Amen.
Just A Closer Walk With Thee
Wonderful!
Amen.
Amen.
Another piece from the ObamaSpringofAnarchy is inching closer to normalcy https://www.libyanexpress.com/france-renews-the-need-for-the-rapid-withdrawal-of-mercenaries-from-libya/
Today marks the 76th year of the day that War Correspondent Ernie Pyle was killed by a machine gun ambush on the island of Ie Shima, just north of Okinawa, the closest island to Japan before the surrender.
Pyle was among the most beloved chroniclers of the GI during WWII. Writing for Scrips-Howard News Service, 1000 words a day, six days a week, he told the GI’s story from what he called the “Worm’s Eye View”.
From North Africa, through Sicily, Italy and D-Day to VE Day, Pyle celebrated the anonymous American soldiers doing incredible things and bearing unbearable sufferings. To literally millions of American he was their window on the War. Over 400 dailies and 300 weekly publications printed his journal.
Among his accomplishments, his recommendations got what he called “Fight Pay” for soldiers in a combat zone and better brakes on the liitle jeeps he often rode in.
His journals were like letters home. Perhaps that is why he connected with people on the Home Front, starving for news. He told it like it was. Ernie Pyle was one of the last true journalists. He helped share what it meant to be an American.
This is perhaps his best known piece, entitled “The Death of Captain Waskow,” who fell at San Pietro after his company had been reduced to the sized of a platoon. It was later read on nationwide radio by Arthur Godfrey.
“AT THE FRONT LINES IN ITALY, January 10, 1944 – In this war I have known a lot of officers who were loved and respected by the soldiers under them. But never have I crossed the trail of any man as beloved as Capt. Henry T. Waskow of Belton, Texas.
Capt. Waskow was a company commander in the 36th Division. He had led his company since long before it left the States. He was very young, only in his middle twenties, but he carried in him a sincerity and gentleness that made people want to be guided by him.
“After my own father, he came next,” a sergeant told me.
“He always looked after us,” a soldier said. “He’d go to bat for us every time.”
“I’ve never knowed him to do anything unfair,” another one said.
I was at the foot of the mule trail the night they brought Capt. Waskow’s body down. The moon was nearly full at the time, and you could see far up the trail, and even part way across the valley below. Soldiers made shadows in the moonlight as they walked.
Dead men had been coming down the mountain all evening, lashed onto the backs of mules. They came lying belly-down across the wooden pack-saddles, their heads hanging down on the left side of the mule, their stiffened legs sticking out awkwardly from the other side, bobbing up and down as the mule walked.
The Italian mule-skinners were afraid to walk beside dead men, so Americans had to lead the mules down that night. Even the Americans were reluctant to unlash and lift off the bodies at the bottom, so an officer had to do it himself, and ask others to help.
The first one came early in the morning. They slid him down from the mule and stood him on his feet for a moment, while they got a new grip. In the half light he might have been merely a sick man standing there, leaning on the others. Then they laid him on the ground in the shadow of the low stone wall alongside the road.
I don’t know who that first one was. You feel small in the presence of dead men, and ashamed at being alive, and you don’t ask silly questions.
We left him there beside the road, that first one, and we all went back into the cowshed and sat on water cans or lay on the straw, waiting for the next batch of mules.
Somebody said the dead soldier had been dead for four days, and then nobody said anything more about it. We talked soldier talk for an hour or more. The dead man lay all alone outside in the shadow of the low stone wall.
Then a soldier came into the cowshed and said there were some more bodies outside. We went out into the road. Four mules stood there, in the moonlight, in the road where the trail came down off the mountain. The soldiers who led them stood there waiting. “This one is Captain Waskow,” one of them said quietly.
Two men unlashed his body from the mule and lifted it off and laid it in the shadow beside the low stone wall. Other men took the other bodies off. Finally there were five lying end to end in a long row, alongside the road. You don’t cover up dead men in the combat zone. They just lie there in the shadows until somebody else comes after them.
The unburdened mules moved off to their olive orchard. The men in the road seemed reluctant to leave. They stood around, and gradually one by one I could sense them moving close to Capt. Waskow’s body. Not so much to look, I think, as to say something in finality to him, and to themselves. I stood close by and I could hear.
One soldier came and looked down, and he said out loud, “God damn it.” That’s all he said, and then he walked away. Another one came. He said, “God damn it to hell anyway.” He looked down for a few last moments, and then he turned and left.
Another man came; I think he was an officer. It was hard to tell officers from men in the half light, for all were bearded and grimy dirty. The man looked down into the dead captain’s face, and then he spoke directly to him, as though he were alive. He said: “I’m sorry, old man.”
Then a soldier came and stood beside the officer, and bent over, and he too spoke to his dead captain, not in a whisper but awfully tenderly, and he said:
“I sure am sorry, sir.”
Then the first man squatted down, and he reached down and took the dead hand, and he sat there for a full five minutes, holding the dead hand in his own and looking intently into the dead face, and he never uttered a sound all the time he sat there.
And finally he put the hand down, and then reached up and gently straightened the points of the captain’s shirt collar, and then he sort of rearranged the tattered edges of his uniform around the wound. And then he got up and walked away down the road in the moonlight, all alone.
After that the rest of us went back into the cowshed, leaving the five dead men lying in a line, end to end, in the shadow of the low stone wall. We lay down on the straw in the cowshed, and pretty soon we were all asleep.”
No one was driving the car!!!
Yes, to extinguish a burning EV it is recommended that one drop it into a swimming pool.
No joke.
“Terror has moved” so get your Blink on. https://www.channelnewsasia.com/news/world/top-us-envoy-terror-threat-has-moved-from-afghanistan-14648036
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