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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Marvelous grace of our loving Lord!
Yes! He who began – will complete the process!
That’s very good news for someone so massively forgiven as me.
For all of us, Frank.
God, in our storm, we want to worship you. Even our worst day with You is better than any day without You. Amen.
Amen, Betsy!
AMEN.
Per yesterday’s Open Thread, I thank you once again for the joy you gave me by giving me back my Welsh “self”. A real gift.
You Bet.
See?
I most definitely do!😁
And on more Ephesians 1:3,
3 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places in Christ.
As His children we are blessed with every spiritual blessing, how awesome is that!
Thank you Whistling_Past!
I can feel the power of your post, GrandpaM. You are right. It IS awesome…so awesome.
Amen and stay tuned!
True! Only He knows how many and far reaching all those blessings are.
“Oh, the depths…”
Have a wonderful Sunday, Treepers. Always know that Our Lord love us as a father does to his child. If you are a believer, you are as a child to His Father. Please believe. Please accept His Grace.
I’d initially intended to posted some Paul Desmond, Jim Hall performances tonight. But, since this is Our Lord’s day, I decided to post instead great Emmylou Harris gospel songs. I’ll post the Paul Desmond and Jim Hall performances tomorrow. Promise. I hope everyone has a blessed Sunday!
Enjoyed those. Thanks again G.
“Women’s ‘Bible Studies’ These Days”
Gold.
Thanks W_P. I appreciate being introduced to this lady Melissa Dougherty and the above video. I’m in a Bible study that has weekly questions, some of which do ask us to relate to our personal lives. Time spent in The WORD is precious, I’ve some thinking and prioritizing to do as it relates to questions about ‘me’. And I had not heard of the word apologetics before. More to discern. Thanks.
Hi FarmerRen,
You are most welcome. I’m very happy you took the time to watch.
Be sure to see her “If a First Century Christian…” It too is brilliant.
Blessings.
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Why get that close to water in a bathtub? Self torture? To prove superiority over the hated enemy?
I would blame it all on the photographer but I don’t see any means of forcing the cat to stay so close.
you’re kind hearted to wonder, but before you call the ASPCA,
lots of cats like to play with a dripping/trickling faucet.😁
Seriously, you’ve maybe not had cats as pets?. One of our young female cats gets in the shower with my wife as soon as she turns off the overhead spray and opens the shower door. The cat loves to hunker down on the warm wet floor of the stall and sometimes roll around on it, getting wet all over.
That of course is followed by a generous amount of rubbing with a towel to dry her off. I’m thinking this is the smart little feline’s strategy.
Thinking of “today”, thinking of “now”:
2 Cor. 6:2 (cf. Isaiah 49:8)
“For He says: “In the acceptable time I listened to you, and in the day of salvation I helped you.” Behold, now is the time of favor; behold, now is the day of salvation.
Isaiah 55:6-7
“Seek the LORD while He may be found; call upon Him while He is near. Let the wicked forsake their ways and the unrighteous their thoughts. Let them turn to the LORD, and He will have mercy on them, and to our God, for He will abundantly pardon.”
Hebrews 3:15a (cf. Psalms 95:7-8)
“As it has been said: “If today you hear His voice, harden not your hearts…”
Revelation 22:17 (cf. Isaiah 55:1)
“The Spirit and the bride say, “Come!” Let the one who hears say, “Come!” And let the one who is thirsty come, and the one who desires the water of life drink freely.”
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Thinking of why:
Romans 6:23
“For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.”
John 3:16
“For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.”
Romans 5:8
“But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.”
John 5:24
“Truly, truly, I tell you, whoever hears My word and believes Him who sent Me has eternal life and will not come under judgment. Indeed, he has crossed over from death to life.”
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Thinking of how:
Luke 18:13
“And the tax collector, standing afar off, would not so much as raise his eyes to heaven, but beat his chest, saying, ‘God, be merciful to me a sinner!’”
James 4:8a
“Draw near to God, and He will draw near to you.”
John 6:28-29
“Therefore they said to Him, “What must we do, that we may be doing the works of God?” Jesus answered and said to them, “This is the work of God, that you should believe in Him whom He has sent.””
Mark 9:24b
“‘Lord, I believe; help my unbelief.'”
Acts 16:30-31
“Then he brought them out and asked, “Sirs, what must I do to be saved?” They replied, “Believe in the Lord Jesus and you will be saved, you and your household.””
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Micah 6:8 — “He has shown you, O man, what is good. And what does the LORD require of you but to act justly, to love mercy, and to walk humbly with your God?”
John 13:34-35 — “A new commandment I give to you, that you should love one another. As I have loved you, so you also should love one another. By this all will know that you are My disciples, if you have love among one another.”
Mark 12:29-31 (cf. Deut. 6:4-5, Lev. 19:18) — “Jesus answered, “The foremost is, ‘Hear this O Israel: The Lord our God is One Lord, and you shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind, and with all your strength.’ The second is this: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is not another commandment greater than these.”
5 December 1964
Lorne Green becomes the second Canadian solo artist (after Paul Anka) to have a number one hit on the Billboard singles chart when his spoken word recording about a Western gun fighter named Ringo reached the top.
5 December 1964
The Zombies‘ debut single “She’s Not There” tops the Cashbox Best Sellers chart.
5 December 2014
The American Society of Composers, Authors and Publishers announced that the all time most performed holiday songs were “Santa Claus Is Coming to Town”, “The Christmas Song (Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire)” and “White Christmas”.
Flashback! You’re dating me now. I had that Lorne Green album with Ringo. Great song. I still have it memorized !
Now do Green Berets – “Fighting soldiers from the sky. These are men, America’s best … but only a few win the Green Beret”
Here it is.
Now you done made me stand at attention!
Generally qualifying and serving as an SF soldier is a defining achievement in a person’s life. The background behind the Crest is called a “flash”. The color of that Flash indicates the Special Forces unit the soldier is serving in. That red flash in the picture is for the 7th Special Forces Group. Enlisted me wear the Special Forces Crest centered on the Flash. Officers wear their rank centered on the Flash.
Originally the Flash was what signified that an SF soldier was fully qualified. Those not qualified wore a “Candy Stripe” which was just a bar of the appropriate color for the unit they were assigned to worn under the crest. For example, when I was going through the SFQC (Special Forces Qualification Course) I wore a white candy stripe designating me as an unassigned Special Forces trainee. Support personnel, not SF qualified, would wear the candy stripe with the color(s) of the SF unit they were assigned to. In about 1982 or 83 that changed with the introduction of the Special Forces qualification tab. From that time forward all assigned to Special Forces units wore the beret and full flash, and those who were SF qualified wore a qualification tab on their left shoulder over their unit patch.
I wore three different flashes during my decade as an SF qualified soldier.
The one was the one I wore the longest is all green for the 10th SFG(A). The oldest Special Forces Group. Flash Identification can be very confusing because there have been so many down through the years and some units Flashes have been changed. However, every SF soldier knows the flashes of the five current RA Special Forces Groups and a few others worn by NG SF Groups and command and training institutions.
us special forces flashes. – Bing images
This is the rarest flash I wore. It is what I wore as an instructor at SOMED (Special Operations Medical course) which was the course which in name basically replaced 300F1.
This flash was originally created for Special Forces Medics trained at Walter Reed during the Vietnam war. They were formed into 3 man teams. Their very special mission was to penetrate well behind enemy lines, including into N. Vietnam, to gather data on Entomology (insects), in particular those that are carriers of disease of poisonous, and on the various parasites endemic in a given area.
SOMED under the US Army Health Services command reactivated the Flash for SF Medic instructors. I doubt that there have been even 200 men that have ever worn this Flash and I was fortunate enough to be one.
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BTW besides the beret flash another oval patch with the unit flash color worn on the class A uniform is the oval jump wing background.
Link didn’t work, rah.
Lets try this one:
Try again:
Niiiiiice
When I went through the SFQC this was the approximate attrition:
Of course before even starting on SF training one had to be airborne qualified and I have no idea how many wannabes washed out of Jump school at Ft. Benning, GA. I would reckon attrition in my company during jump school ran about 15 to 20%.
Phase 1: I went through this 8 week portion of the training in November and December of 1979.
201 of us SF wannabes went into Camp Mackall. It was a wired in compound out well away from the main post at Ft. Bragg. It was named for a dead paratrooper and the 82nd Airborne, the first Airborne Division of the US Army was formed in that area. Only some of the foundations of the temporary buildings from WWII remained. The grass airstrip was still there and located right across from the compound.
The compound consisted of a metal HQ building with flag pole. This building sat on the only paved road that ran straight through the compound from one side to the other. Another metal building was a mess hall. A building that we never sat down in and where food was never prepared while I was there. After doing the requisite number of pushups and pull ups outside, we would file through to get our one hot meal a day, which was breakfast dished out of thermal containers brought from a real mess hall on main post.
There were several Quonset huts that were heated where the cadre slept.
There was a large Quonset hut that was the classroom. It was the only heated building the trainees were allowed in. It was heated by a wood burning stove.
There was one other building that had a couple showers and sinks. We could use the sinks but not the showers and we never had a shower the time we were there but did get fully emersed in various streams in the field at times during the training. Doing the slide for life into a stream the first guy broke the thin ice covering it.
The Latrines were outdoors and exposed with no walls but at least having a roof. One had to check it out before sitting on the hole cut in the wood because black widows liked to build webs in them.
We trainees had plywood tar paper shacks to sleep in. They had electric lighting and concrete floors. No insulation and big gaps around the old wooden doors. Our bunks were plywood. We lived out of duffle bags and rucksacks.
As I remember about 90 of us finished so attrition for that phase was over 50%.
Phase II: This phase is where the trainees got their specialty training as either Engineers, Weapons, Communications, or Medic. I can only speak for the medical training.
It was in 3 parts.
The first part was 32 weeks at Ft. Sam Houston. San Antono, TX and known as 300F1. 60 of us started and 42 graduated.
The second part was 6 weeks OJT. I took mine at Irland Army Hospital at Ft. Knox, KY. Out of the 42 one I know of was lost for disciplinary reasons.
The third part was 8 weeks at Med Lab at Ft. Bragg. 40 when in and 8 of us made it.
Then there was the Phase 3. Here the specialty trained were brought back together again and learned and practiced the snoop and poop stuff and got classified training in the organization of the Soviet government, their Order of Battle, and stuff like that. Then learned to do planning, Brief backs, and then went a did Unconventional Warfare training missions. As I recall attrition was less than 10%.
But it did not end when you were qualified. Once qualified and assigned to a unit you were on probationary status for a year. Four of us medics went to either 1st Bn or 2nd Bn, 10th SFG(A) at Ft. Devens, MA. Before the first year was over two were gone!
I love reading this, rah.
My dad was a surgeon Captain in the Korean War, in front of the front lines, as he told my mother. As a result he became a first rate trauma doctor, as I’m sure you will understand.
When he returned, he was in San Antonio heading the Burn Unit at Ft Sam Houston. He never ever spoke of his time in Korea or at Ft Sam working in possibly the most difficult unit.
As I grew older and learned more, I can well understand why he did not.
I never asked. Some things were just better left alone. I know your service was in a different time, but the needs are the same.
Bless you for choosing a field in your military service where I know you made an incredible difference for so many.
I have been on the burn ward at Brook Army Medical Center at Ft. Sam. One will never forget the sights of such a visit, but what will really stick with me until my time ends was the smell! It was like the body of a flying Missionary we humped out of 20 K of bush in Liberia after he had crashed and died 5 days before. The smell of death can never be forgotten.
No…I remember reading a story in Life magazine, as was, which spoke in horrific detail of what went on in a burn ward. I was only young, but the impression it made on me is unforgettable. Hell on earth. The bless-ed nurses who dedicated their careers, their callings, to burn victims are true angels. I vaguely remember my dad saying it was the worst injury imaginable, and given his time in Korea, that was saying something. Most can’t grasp what you’ve seen.
rah, You are such a blessing. Thank you for sharing your life with us here.
Your memories of the burn ward at Ft. Sam brought some back for me. In 1969 I was an 18 year old xray tech at Ft. Sam. The xray clinic was next to the burn ward. Many of the young men who had been so severely burned I xrayed. Some didn’t make it but many did. Those guys went through Hell in recovery but they never gave up.
What I learned and experienced have been invaluable. I am thankful that I had the honor,in some small way, of caring for those precious young men, burned and wounded in Vietnam and elsewhere.
You served where God placed you. May He bless you for doing so. Not easy.
He blesses me everyday. Life is not easy but He gives me peace in the turmoil.
Thank you Betsy. I so enjoy your posts and the wisdom you share with all.
Our Lord bless and keep you always.
Peace for which there is no price, and yet is more precious than any earthly treasure. You are richer than you may know💓
Thank you, Gramadeb50. I very much appreciate your lovely comment. All blessings to you as well.
I just visited when I was an instructor at Ft. Sam. I felt I needed to since I had taken and passed the ABLS course (Advanced Burn Life Support program, and because burns are very common war wounds. You however lived it, day in and day out. My hats off to you!
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The Army and Special Forces gave back every bit as much to me as I put into it.
How does becoming the fastest help Ringo defeat the back shooter who nearly killed him?
And why would someone who is already faster shoot him in the back in the middle of the desert?
And does choosing to go out in the street instead of fleeing out the back mean that Ringo is committing suicide by posse?
😂 😂 😂 😂
I could listen to Nat King Cole all day. I remember my parents playing his LP’s and now I have my own to enjoy. What a timeless voice!
COME, THOU PRECIOUS RANSOM, COME
Come Thou precious Ransom come, only hope for sinful mortals!
Come, O Savior of the world! Open o Thee are all portals.
Come, Thy beauty let us see; anxiously we wait for Thee.
Enter now my waiting heart, Glorious King and Lord most holy,
Dwell in me and ne’er depart, though I am but poor and lowly.
Ah what riches will be mine, when Thou art my guest divine!
My hosannas and my palms graciously receive, I pray Thee;
Evermoe as best I can, Savior I will homage pay Thee,
And in faith I will embrace, Lord, Thy merit through Thy grace.
Hail! Hosanna, David’s Son! Jesus hear our supplication!
Let Thy kiingdom, scepter, crown, bring us blessing and salvation,
That forever we may sing: Hail! Hosanna to our King.
and now for something a little different…
Thank you. I’d never heard this song before. It’s heartfelt and beautiful.
Thank you Mr Hayseed. What a hidden (from me, anyway) treasure Krista Branch is.
Raccoons caught in act.
The one in the lead is in the fighting position saying “Ok come and get some of this”.
I had a short standoff with one of these in a cave crawlway once. After getting a close up of those claws and teeth, I backed up to a bigger passage and let him pass.
Did you know, dachshunds were bred for going down Badger holes? One would not think. looking at those wiener dogs they had that in them. But they can be very ferocious and though one really doesn’t notice it, their canines are a bit larger than one might expect for such a small dog.
I knew Skipper Keys were bread for badger holes, but didn’t know Dauchunds were.
https://www.akc.org/dog-breeds/schipperke/
is this the breed you’re referencing?
they are the traditional “barge dogs”.
always like to further my breed education,
so appreciate any elaboration!😁
Yes that is what I meant, but wasn’t sure how to spell😄
that was my guess, but you spelled it phonetically just perfectly!👏🏻
(and that’s not an easy one to do!👍🏻)
Have a standard dachshund and a Chiweenie who will dig up our entire yard after moles. They’re ruthless.
and, “earth trials” are a recognized AKC competition, which allows “wiener dogs” to showcase their ability in running and holding vermin to ground.
but don’t worry – nowadays the prey is safely housed in a small crate at the end of the tunnel,
to return another day!🐀
oops, here’s the link:
https://www.akc.org/sports/earthdog/
Country Singer Stonewall Jackson Dies At Age 89
THE TEMPLE OF THE HOLY GHOST
“Only in the throne will I be greater than thou.” Genesis xli. 40
I have to account to God for the way in which I rule my body under His domination. Paul said he did not “frustrate the grace of God” – make it of no effect. The grace of God is absolute, the salvation of Jesus is perfect, it is done for ever. I am not being saved, I am saved; salvation is as eternal as God’s throne; the thing for me to do is to work out what God works in. “Work out your own salvation,” I am responsible for doing it. It means that I have to manifest in this body the life of the Lord Jesus, not mystically, but really and emphatically. “I keep under my body, and bring it into subjection.” Every saint can have his body under absolute control for God. God has made us to have government over all the temple of the Holy Spirit, over imaginations and affections. We are responsible for these, and we must never give way to inordinate affections. Most of us are much sterner with others than we are in regard to ourselves; we make excuses for things in ourselves whilst we condemn in others things to which we are not naturally inclined.
“I beseech you,” says Paul, “present your bodies a living sacrifice.” The point to decide is this – ‘Do I agree with my Lord and Master that my body shall be His temple?’ If so, then for me the whole of the law for the body is summed up in this revelation, that my body is the temple of the Holy Ghost.
Oswald Chambers
December 5th Devotional
The above 3 minute mini g from Bach is my tribute to all you wonderful music heads who speak a foreign language to me.
I like it but I don’t know why. Especially the beginning. Visuals are cool too.
Ahhh, music! The language of heaven! Thank you Frank! 🤗
There is/was a radio program in Britain called “Desert Island Discs” wherein a personality known to all…be they a writer, a performer, a scholar etc…was interviewed for an hour. The premise was if this person were stranded on a desert island, what music would they take with them and why. In between a discussion of their lives, their selections were played. It made for an all too short but fascinating hour.
They were “allowed” to also take one book, the choice being as revealing about the interviewee as the music was. A bit of an intellectual exercise but an hour really of seeing into the soul of the person interviewed.
I’ve always thought I would take the complete works of Bach. His output is nothing less than miraculous. Truly God inspired. Thank you for this Little Fugue. A reminder of his incredible mastery of all things musical.
Of course you know how I feel about Bach Betsy jones! So your island would be a great place to live, and dare I say, harmonious. 🙂
What music would I take to a desert island? My choice would be, a piano, so I could play by ear the songs I’ve picked up over the years. I also composed one song as a teenager, but since I’m not the greatest at sheet music, it isn’t written down anywhere, but I can still play it when presented with a keyboard.
Oh yes I do, phoenix! Harmonious it would definitely be. I can understand your choice. It makes perfect sense. My father in law was like you in that respect. But although he couldn’t read music, he had the uncanny ability to hear a song that caught his fancy (this was during WWII in Britain when American songs would naturally make their way over via the troops), sit at a piano, and reproduce it as written. He was also a dab hand (and foot) with the organ.
He was putting the sound system in for the organ in Liverpool Cathedral long ago, and of course had to see if it worked. So he sat at that magnificent instrument, testing what he had completed, and played so beautifully it stopped everyone in their tracks.
He was a simple man to whom God assuredly gave him this gift. It sustained him all his life. I think you and he together could have produced some awesome duets on your desert island piano.
Your father-in-law sounds talented indeed, Betsy jones … Definitely way better than me since he was able to make a living at music. And installing a sound system for a cathedral organ! Would have loved to hear him tune it up! I’m glad he pursued his God-given gift, and am sure the world is a much better place for it.
Thank you, phoenix. He was a wonderful man whom we miss every day. He was not a man of any means, but he would have done anything for anybody if they needed help. He was an immensely practical man who taught all he knew about mechanics, electrics, etc to my husband. And like my husband he was very unassuming. It took very little to make him content. Music gave him much pleasure, and that was enough.
Bach composed all of his music “for the glory of God”. Perhaps that’s why you like it. I used to play this in my car at high volume at a time in my life when I was only dimly aware of the glory of God. As for the language of music I too am illiterate so I rely on the Duke Ellington axiom – If it sounds good, it is good
I agree with the Duke, Will. My first love is classical music. For me, when I hear a work that perhaps I’ve never heard before and I feel an actual physical reaction to it that is very much like spiritual high, I know, as Duke did, it is good.
As for being illiterate of music, one small irony for me is that I have Protestant friends who like high-brow intellectual classical music that you’d find in the Catholic Church (like Bach, whom I dearly appreciate for personal reasons as well as his greatness) … meanwhile, I’m a Catholic who loves Contemporary Christian worship music like on Moody radio or Air1. 🙂
Excellent choice of music and yes, the visuals are fun! 🙂
for Second Advent Sunday
P A U S E / / P E A C E by Salt of the Sound (3:09 mins)
🙏 amen
Beautiful way to watch my sunrise. ❤️🌸
Thank You. Very Powerful.
Verse of the Day for Sunday, December 5, 2021
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“But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from all sin.”
1 John 1:7 (KJV)
https://www.kingjamesbibleonline.org/verse-of-day.php
BE MY VOICE
As time allows I will be posting some historical triva/facts about our Civil War. Facts are extracted from the Book Civil War Trivia And Facts by Webb Garrison and sometimes expanded upon from other sources.
The Song Dixie, the unofficial Historical Anthem of the Confederacy, was composed by Daniel Decatur Emmett, a native of Ohio. He probably wrote the song sometime in the later part of the 1850’s though some claim it was 1849. However Emmett did not publish and copywrite it until 1860 and by then it was being played by Minstrels all over.
The song was a favorite of Lincoln and he used it during his 1860 presidential campaign. He also had it played at the White House the day after Lee’s Army of Northern Virginia surrendered at Appomattox. It was also a favorite of Jefferson Davis.
Yes, I can see how this became widely popular among minstrels and all across the political spectrum of the day!
Supposedly US Grant once said that he knew only two tunes – one is Dixie and the other one isn’t
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.
. . . but deliver us from the Evil One.
Amen 🙏🏻
The Jesus Prayer
Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy upon me, a sinner.
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.
The Trisagion Hymn
and the
50th Psalm (Septuagint)
24th Sunday after Pentecost
November 22nd on the Patristic Calendar of the Orthodox Christian Church or December 5th on the civil or commercial calendar.
The Nativity Fast continues – fish, wine, olive oil allowed
Holy Gospel according to the Holy Apostle and Evangelist Luke 12: 16 – 21
Among the many Saints and Holy Martyrs commemorated today is the Holy Virgin-Martyr Cecelia. Her Life is shared at the link below.
http://www.cpress.orthodoxws.com/lives_22_november
On the site THE EYE OF THE NEEDLE
A new interview with Archbishop Vigano, by Cesare Sachetti
“Vigano: ‘Those who resist the NWO will have the help and protection of God'”
Gateway Pundit has this article this morning, with the link to the whole of the above embedded in it.
I do feel with all my heart that God speaks through His devoted servant Vigano. I’m so glad I discovered him prior to the November coup.
Thank you Betsy! I, too, started learning about Archbishop Vigano about the same time, and I’m positive it was from a fellow treeper! I also learned about the book Vigano v the Vatican.
Also, in case you are not aware, Cardinal Burke of WI is of the same thinking as Archbishop Vigano. Cardinalburke.com
He is recovering from being ill earlier in the summer (was on a ventilator, but that’s all I’m going to say about that). He is recovered and back to saying Mass.
Cardinal Burke is live-streaming his Pontifical High Mass on Sun Dec 11 at 11a Central time for anyone who may be interested.
I wish I lived closer to Shrine of our Lady of Guadalupe in LaCrosse. (Irony that it’s in the cesspool of libtard-ism)
Thank you, Slowcobra. I was not aware. I am not Catholic but I find so much solace in reading about those who are standing, as Vigano does, for traditional Catholic mores.
I am becoming familiar with their names, and I’ll add this man’s to my list.
Another I’m finding out about is Cardinal Sarah from Africa.
So much damage has been done. This interview with Vigano is revelatory, though much of what he says here I’ve read in others with him. But repetition reinforces, so there is power in what he continues to say.
There is a site you might know about…The Church Militant which, as far as I can tell, keeps the faithful apprised of the inner goings on of the Church under Bergoglio. It is an interesting one to visit from time to time. Published by those who are distressed by what is happening. You might be interested in having a look.
Thank you betsy, as I had not heard of church militant, and I’ll be on the lookout for cardinal sarah (although that name sure sounds familiar).
I regret to have to report that because Eye of the Needle printed Vigano’s call to form opposition to the NWO, as of this evening the site has been taken down.
Terrible news, which outs the Deep State and most probably the Deep Church which Vigano has spoken of in those terms.
Lord God, please protect this good man, your servant on earth, as he fearlessly in his calling by You speaks of the evil which stalks this earth. Empower his voice even more so that those of Your flock who do not know You will hear him and be drawn to the message he delivers.
Amen.
Mornin’ infidels!
And to you, WeeWeed. There are a few brilliant cartoonists working today. But for detail, none beat Michael Ramirez, day in day out.
The Author’s Prank
By Dan O’Donnell, Forgotten History
2 Dec 2021
https://www.iheart.com/content/2021-12-02-the-authors-prank
America is built on its traditions, and at no time of the year is this more apparent than Christmas, when shared customs passed down for generations form the basis of modern celebration. But one of America’s most beloved Christmas traditions arose almost by accident.
This is the Forgotten History of the Author’s Prank.
It is starting to appear that the commie, coup plotting cooks have stirred their fudge too long.
Or, as we said in Britain, they have over egged their pudding.
“Let’s go Brandon” isn’t just a good marching cadence.
It turns out to be a major weapons system in disguise.
The linked article explains how the commie coup plotters were snookered.
Decisive Battle”
https://tinkzorg.wordpress.com/2021/11/02/2740/
That is an excellent read–bringing valuable insights re the Battle of Midway into perspective for the times we are in.
Have forwarded the link to friends and family…
thank you. fun and educational read
It won’t happen hear? Already has, “find my phone”, Goggle Maps, all texts messages, calls are recorded. Family friends, Family Photos recorded….on YOUR Cloud😂😂😂😂😂
https://www.bitchute.com/video/9ZUiBx66GIBw/
This, from Brother America to our Royal American Hillbillies.
Throughout the middle ages and into the 20th Century, European Royalty intermarried and produced heirs to various and sundry thrones who were bleeders, mentally deficient and physically impaired on a regular basis. The Hapsburgs, produced, at the end, a poor, miserable, afflicted heir, Charles the II, with genitourinary afflictions and, of course, the famous “Hapsburg Chin”. He was the last Hillbilly Habsburg barely standing.
The most famous of these poor wretches, was Alexi Nicolaevich. A Romanov and the son of Nicholas the II and Alexandra Feordorovna, this family suffered from no visible maladies and it was almost startling in how strikingly handsome the entire clan was. But, unsurprisingly, Alexi was a bleeder and his mother as is well known, employed famously Rasputin to stop the bleeding. While they were indeed, a good looking bunch, Nicholas the II was unexceptional in every way and the dynasty’s fall was directly due to Nicholas’ poor decisions on the international stage.
Throughout the centuries, Europeans were subjected to the whim, caprice and very bad decisions, coming from these inbred Royal Hillbillies whose view of the world, was filtered through the support of the church for “Divine Rights” familial intermarriage, political connections and primogeniture. This elite, protected and cosseted group were orders of magnitude away from previous enlightened leaders, like Marcus Aurelius, Constantine, Charlemagne, etc. whose martial exploits, in combination with their exceptional IQ’s elevated their subjects into a better, safer life through policies and wars fought from necessity and consolidation with an eye towards future stability, e.g. Pax Romana.
Who are America’s “elites” that we hear about on a daily basis? They are, in fact, scions of the same families who have, in Journalism, Government, Law Enforcement, Wall Street and in every important discipline in our country, been in control since the early 20th Century. They went and go to Ivy League Schools together, they work in the same companies, industries and when the time comes, they hand power over to their related and unrelated progeny in order to maintain control over the throne. The most obvious and latest manifestation of these elites, are, of course, the Clintons and the Bush families. The same holds true, throughout our American power structure. Meet the new boss, same as the old boss. Those bosses are as ideologically and mentally inbred as any of the Habsburgs. Washington D.C. is ideologically, Appalachia. There is literally a “cement pond” in front of the Washington Monument that granny Pelosi can go wash her scarfs in.
The 2016 election of Trump, was a Event Horizon that revealed just how sclerotic, ossified and damaged the elites who run this country really are. In addition, it also revealed just how powerful they are.
There are numerous examples, but, the “Russian Collusion Hoax” is a prima facie example of that power.
Lee Smith has written another brilliant article on the “Russian Collusion” hoax. It is well worth the read.
https://www.tabletmag.com/sections/news/articles/limited-hangout-lee-smith
In retrospect, as we Americans look at what happened during this hoax, what stands out, is the amateurish, ham handed, ad hoc nature of this conspiracy and the buffoons who initiated it. Still, in spite of the outrageous, fallacious and obviously agenda driven bias of supposed “objective” journalists and the FBI, the “narrative” persists and flourishes to this day. THAT speaks to the power of our Hillbilly Royals and the entrenched Democrat/Fascist Imperium. It also speaks to the “inbred” mentality of those same power brokers.
Pulitzer Prizes were handed out to the liars reporting on this faux scandal and in spite of the undeniable, irrevocable evidence of malfeasance on the part of the Deep State, the 4th Estate, the Democrat Party and the nominee for that same party, no one has apologized, or, returned the ill gotten awards and no one really important is in danger of any punishment for the most grievous sin committed against the electorate since The Gulf Of Tonkin Resolution, or, the Weapons Of Mass destruction lies.
The only thing worse than the actual unpunished crimes, is the sanctimony, self righteous “The Ends Justify The Means” hubris of our Royal Hillbillies whose anencephalic agenda, assures, the continuation of bad decisions, unjust wars, idiotic economic policies, rigged elections and pernicious, divisive strategies designed to assure them of sinecure.
As we continue to “Slouch towards Gomorrah” that century of mental inbreeding and isolation has birthed the newest contagion from our mentally infirm and emaciated intellectual Royal hillbillies who write, preach, emote and only appear in the media for the sisters, brothers and parents they continue to mentally sodomize, is, Socialism. It is so, Comme Il Faut and all the rage with the Tulip Mania morons who will suffer no downside for this American apostasy and fear no reprisals from Americans now only too aware of how rigged elections work. Ensconced happily in their new home, the Socialist Silo, the Hillbilly Royalty, bereft of any eclectic view of the world, cosseted, protected in their confirmation bias produce policies that represent the continuation of the neurasthenic and sickly bleeders that the Royal families of the past, produced, which brought Europe endless war and economic disasters. Morganatic marriages of thought, based on facts are impossible by virtue of historical family ties and incestuous mental relationships that in turn, produce the myopic, blinkered pursuit of total, one party power. The number one priority of ANY large institution and the people who work there, is, the continuation of that institution and acquisition of ever more power. Our Royal Hillbilly leaders, both Democrat and Republican are pushing for a Techno Feudalistic control of every aspect of our lives.
There is a straight line metaphorical reference from the interminable, metronomic mistakes that Medieval Royal inbred hillbillies made over the centuries which left their subjects on the downside of advantage, while enriching and guaranteeing their own survival and the mentally inbred Royal American Hillbillies who have left us bereft of inspirational leadership, courage and the altruism those same Hillbillies pretend to possess.
It should be no surprise, that these American “Royals” believe in Divine Rights.
In 2022, cleaning out the Augean Stables will not be enough. They need to burn it to the ground.
“In 2022, cleaning out the Augean Stables will not be enough.”
You skip over the overturning of the 2020 election and seating President Trump back into the White House….. after all he won, hugely, and Americans will not let an illegal presidential election stand.
We are Americans with our fought and died for Constitution, we don’t need no stinkin’ royalty of any kind.
A friend brought to my attention these Patriot Front “activists” marching in Washington D.C. I’m not one to listen to the ADL, SPLC, or Wikipedia, but if you read the organization’s website and look at the manifesto and imagery there is clearly fascist parallels. The fasci from the Italian fascist flag is right in their symbol. There are certainly sentiments that are expressed in the comments at CTH that are in line with the manifesto, but if you read between the lines these guys are ethno-nationalists who don’t believe in republicanism. I hadn’t heard of them until now but you can find enough if you do some digging on the web. Stay away, good guys don’t show up with masks on.
Just your most current fib faux squad …… nothing more, nothing less ……. they were exposed by the real Americans on the scene ……. they can’t find real criminals, but they can sure try to frame innocent Americans ….. not what we are paying them to do, by the way.
They are probably agents of FIB
James 4:7~Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.
The Christmas Gift, a short, short story by Sallyann J Murphey
There is an old Christmas legend which tells us that barnyard animals are visited by the Holy Spirit each Christmas eve and, as a reward for the love they showed to the baby Jesus on the night of his birth, are granted the power of speech during the twelve strokes of midnight.
A cold wind, raw, relentless, swept across the snow and scattered crystals, pitter-pat, against the trunks of the trees. The dog sat in the shadow of the barn, seemingly unmoved by the bitter weather. If his body was quivering at all, it was from pure anticipation.
He was a handsome animal; a black Doberman with uncut ears which framed his face softly, making the dog look noble and much less threatening. His head was tilted slightly to one side – intelligent, amber eyes fixed on the farmhouse across the yard. This was his favorite time of day. In the confusion of the past couple of months, it had become the only thing he could count on.
Finally, the door flung open and golden light spilled onto the path. Noises drifted out on the night air, along with the unmistakable smell of freshly baked bread. The dog recognized it all – the laughter of the child, the murmur of the square machine, the man snoring quietly on the couch. This had been his home, his place in front of the wood fire, his family to guard and love.
“I’ll only be a minute!” A woman emerged, carrying a bucket. The dog’s tail began to wag slowly. She wore rubber boots and an old, black parka, with a green woolen scarf wound tightly around her neck. Her face was careworn and, despite many smile lines, her eyes looked sad.
She struggled down the icy path with the heavy bucket throwing her off balance. At one point, her left foot slipped and she began to fall. The dog started forward, but the woman caught herself in time. He slunk back to the building’s darkest corner.
“I’m here, I’m here,” she called to the animals inside and set the bucket down to slide open the huge barn door. A horse nickered from the gloom and two goats bleated greetings. “Special treat tonight” she announced, scooping out bowls of cracked corn. “Just make sure that you say something nice about us when the time comes.
The Doberman, who had slipped inside after his much-loved mistress, crept over and settled in behind some bales of straw. She didn’t see him, or if she did, she didn’t say a word.
It had been that way for weeks. No one paid attention to him anymore, and access to the house had, for some reason, been denied. The dog didn’t understand and had retreated with hurt feelings to watch his family from afar.
“Merry Christmas, everybody.” His mistress left, but the Doberman decided to stay, comforted by the company of others in the barn.
Far away, across frozen fields, the old church clock began to chime. As always, it started with a tinkling arpeggio, “ding, ding, ding, ding..ding, ding, ding, ding, ding…”, then paused before delivering its first bass note.
In that brief silence a voice spoke from the dark, “blessings on you all, good creatures.” The dog sat up, startled, and saw that the barn was flooded with light. The source of the radiance – and of the voice – seemed to be floating in the air, just above the horse’s stall.
“Bong…!”
“Welcome, spirit of the season.” The dog almost jumped out of his skin – it had been the horse who spoke. Well, not spoke exactly, but thought his thoughts in clearly-defined words.
“Thank you, leader of the barn,” the spirit replied. “I trust that there is much to celebrate…”
“Bong…!”
One by one, the animals described their year – the goats shyly reporting a good milk yield, a hen lamenting the loss of her chicks – before each was granted their Christmas wish; a spring kid, a fertile nest, abundant summer grazing. In the background the bell tolled, counting out the midnight hour.
The gift of speech had also been given to the Doberman, who found his mind filling up with words. They tumbled over each other in an incoherent jumble, like a dozen loud voices all shouting at once. The dog shook his head, as if he was trying to get a bug out of his ear.
“And Tramp…” The use of his name cut through all of the noise. “Tramp – it’s time you came with me.” The dog padded forward and sat staring at the light. He had a puzzled expression on his face. The spirit continued, “You have to let go. It’s time to move on.”
The dog selected his thoughts slowly.
“But… all I love… is… here. My job… to stay.”
A feeling of warmth and sorrow enveloped the animal. “You are no longer of this world,” the spirit said gently. “Don’t you remember?”
A picture flashed into the Doberman’s mind: A sunny day, running ahead of his mistress in the woods; barking at a stranger, a bad man who would hurt her with the black stick in his hand; then pain – terrible, searing pain – and, from somewhere, a final scream.
“Yes,” the dog thought reluctantly. “Yes… now I do.”
“You will see them again,” the spirit assured him. “You will be there to guide them to the light and then you will be together always.
“No, no,” the dog’s thoughts rebelled, “not… yet.”
“There is nothing left for you to do here,” the spirit went on patiently. “Yes,” the dog countered, “yes…My Christmas gift.” The barn was silent, all eyes on the light.
“What could you want?” the spirit asked. “You, who now have everything?” “Want…” the dog chose thoughts with care. “Want… to say good-bye.”
The horse sneezed and one of the goats bleated unhappily.
“No,” the spirit reassured them, “it’s all right.
The voice paused to consider. “Tramp,” it finally replied, “you may have your gift, but you must leave with me on the stroke of twelve.”
“Bong…!”
“Ten,” the dog counted, as he ran across the yard. “Go to trees.” He had seen her there on many nights, standing under the giant firs by a little block of stone. Often, she would whimper and her face would get all wet, in that strange way that humans had. He couldn’t be sure, but he thought she’d be there now.
The woman had finished arranging holly around the marker and was about to go inside. She sat back on her haunches, just as a black silhouette moved into the corner of her eye. “Don’t go,” a voice said, somewhere in her head. She turned and gasped at the sight of the dog, sitting a few feet from her side. His ears were down and he shifted happily from paw to paw, almost dancing. His tail wagged furiously.
She reached towards him, but the voice spoke again. “Can’t touch…” it warned and her hand dropped into her lap. “Oh, Tramp…” she whispered. “I’ve missed you so!” The dog sent waves of love to lap away her sadness.
“Bong…!”
“Go soon…” she heard. “Come to say… good-bye.” The wetness started around her eyes and the dog rushed to reassure her. “No… no pain. We will walk… together… always. I wait for you…”
Her tears now flowed in earnest, but through them, the dog saw her smile. She looked deep into his amber eyes. “You have always given me gifts,” she said. “But this hope is the greatest of them all.” They held each other’s gaze as the bell chimed twelve and his much-loved figure began to melt away.
The dog’s last memory of earth would be his mistress holding up her hand in jubilant salute…
– Salyann J. Murphey
Murphey is the author of Bean Blossom Dreams. She makes her home in Brown County.
From Street Talk News, Nuvo Weekly, December 1994
I can never read this story without tears
All of us who love and have lost our pets know what it means.
Words cannot do justice to how deep this story touched me.
Thank you for the journey of love, sadness, joy and hope.❤️
Ms Idaho, this story touched parts of me that I’d forgotten about🙏
Life has reshuffled for us, so we don’t have the dogs we have loved over the years. But the thought, just the thought, that they are waiting patiently for us to ‘join them’ is breathtaking.
Merry Christmas
PS – had cats, too. Each brings its own form of love and joy
They always change the language when they are lying.
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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.
Amen.
Amen.
This is interesting.
Have been hearing similar reports in recent times.
Most welcome news of many moslems coming to Christ.
If you have additional info, would very much like your input.
HALLELUJAH!
✝️ Lord, thank You for the day. Amen.