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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Dan your passage reminded me of one of my favorite movies, that was released right as I was beginning a hobby in running (jogging in my case). That flick was “Chariots of Fire” when Eric Liddell said, “When I run, I can feel His pleasure.”
More a character study than a literary song video, this video demonstrates the friendship between the Vice President and his next in command. Kang Ki Young, the friend, is a magnificent physical comedian. The friend, having failed at his marriage, gives love advice to the Vice President. But both friends tend to stumble into the other’s embarrassing moments as they try to make their relationships work. Thanks to the clumsy mistakes of the friend’s secretary, the friend’s marriage gets another chance.
What’s Wrong with Secretary Kim – You’re My Best Friend – Queen
For some unknown reason, the Hank Williams song was blocked by YouTube because of the video used in the music bridge in the middle of the piece. ?????? So I remade it and it’s up with a new address.
Live Up To Your Name – Hank Williams Sr – Pins and Needles In My Heart
This one might be amusing. The video passed one million and then, suddenly, it was age restricted. I presume because the artist painted nudes. That hung in museums. At a time when ALL the artists painted nudes. When mother brought me to the Chicago Art Institute as a child, they never passed out blindfolds for mother to use as we passed THOSE paintings. I’m still in shock that someone would age restrict art. And the hits on the video stopped dead. As a physics/art history major, the social value of the video (supposedly used to avoid problems like this) is that it’s a chronological display of the early development of Bouguereau’s style.
William-Adolphe Bouguereau – Early Work (1848-1884) – Campion
For some unknown reason, the video of Bouguereau’s later work is NOT age restricted. It hasn’t passed one million yet, but it’s getting there. Still at 936K. It’s also a chronological display of the later development of Bouguereau’s style. Oh, if I could have done this while I was still a student!
Fine Arts – William-Adolphe Bouguereau – Later Work (1879-1904) – Vivaldi
Lovely, Mary…inspiration visited you. This is an artist I was unfamiliar with. The brief glimpse of his painting of Christ still on the Cross after death made me want to see more of it, to study it. Very poignant..your choice of music was very well selected. It is a shame about his earlier works being restricted. There is no consistency, no rhyme or reason for the decisions made in these matters….ah well…
Mother gave me the book that included his paintings when I was less than ten years old, so I was raised on his work. I never noticed until I put the book onto my website that grandmother’s name was in it, so she presumably bought it before mother was born, when grandmother took classes at the Art Institute. Mother was a Fine Arts major at U of Chicago. I was just an art history major there.
https://iment.com/maida/family/mother/vicars/
By “age restricted,” I mean that you can still see the video by clicking in the black screen, but the black screen looks so scary that people feel too nervous to click and so never see it anymore. That’s just my frustration you’re hearing.
I heard it all right. And that black screen?accomplishing what it was intended to…a slow obliteration of western art.
I understand your frustration…and I share it, Mary.
Incredible!
We live in an age of moral confusion, something sociologist Emile Durkheim called “anomie” (meaning “normlessness”). Because of this self-appointed moral entrepreneurs create from whole cloth new rules for everyday life behavior—wokeness comes to mind— which they then seek to impose on the rest of us.
Would you believe I was JUST a few days ago trying to remember Durkheim’s name in a conversation with my niece. Thank you!
People who expect others to follow their rules remind me of lemmings or, better, narcissists in front of a mirror that they demand others become, so that the whole world reflects them and their beliefs. Some of my earliest memories are of mother teaching me to reply to the question, “Are you chicken?” with a resounding “YES!” She was always ready to explain why she held her own philosophies, but also always accepted that mine might differ. I chose the Republican party when I was 8 years old, while watching Eisenhower’s convention. In a house full of Democrats. And it was taken for granted that I had the right to make a political decision, though it was hoped I’d “see the light” as I got older. (Actually, mother eventually went Republican, too. Smart lady.)
As far as woke philosophies go, I accept that they choose to have insane beliefs. My objection is to their wanting me to validate positions I consider insane. If a woman wants to be a man, go for it. But don’t expect me to call you him. You’re a her and a rather sad case, should I be asked my opinion. But until you cross the boundary into my rights, I can ignore the positions you choose to take. The reason to fight woke, as well as any other forcing philosophies, is that these people CAN’T stop at the boundary of my rights. Their insecurity requires that I validate them. And I won’t.
A most Happy Thanksgiving, Garrison. Always thankful for your wisdom.
Or, as I’ve seen it written…
“I will not validate or join you in your mental illness.”
The celebrations and forced acceptance (which I will never do) is very much a part of, I believe, the attempt to indoctrinate us into the “transhumanist” agenda. The unholy attempt in cleaving us, His creations, from the Creator. I think it is as plain as that.
“If a woman wants to be a man, go for it. But don’t expect me to call you him.” Exactly. When I taught sections on gender and gender identity, I used to tell my students if you want to present as the alternate gender make sure your self-presentation is everyday-normal-convincing. When we get on elevators we don’t do chromosome tests for maleness or femaleness. Instead, if we visually and socially decode or “pass” the other people will uncritically accept us as who we appear to be.
This is simply how routine social interaction in everyday life works. Without these simple assumptions everyday life as we know it would not be possible.
I think people have trouble with understanding how they’re seen. One of the saddest I saw years ago was in the 60’s, a man dressed as a woman of the 50’s – hat, white gloves, heels. It might have worked if he’d understood that he was in the wrong decade of fashion. I presume he didn’t have a large wardrobe to work with. But the sadness on his face….
The other cross dresser I remember was in the 70’s. For that gentleman I had little sympathy. He looked like a laborer wearing a dress with dirty hands and fingernails. Even if they’d been gardening, a woman would have washed her hands thoroughly, and there was no way he could match the image he had of himself in his head with his basic body shape. But neither was aggressive or trying to make the surrounding world accept that self-image. Somehow, they just NEEDED to wear those dresses.
The Earl of Clarendon, Governor Cornwall, was NY and NJ governor from 1701-1708. He was reputed to be a cross-dresser but, if so, that was probably outshone by his generally negative reputation. My 7th ggrandfather, NJ Governor Lewis Morris, was in constant conflict with the man. I don’t know who this poem of ggf’s was about, but the politics of the time seemed as unpleasant as that today.
If th’ Addressers are Angry ’tis by no means unfit
That at once they discharge both their Spleen and their witt,
Since the Town is obliged they’le thank ’em no less
For a Scurvy Lampoon than a Fawning Address;
They’re both helps to discourse, and though never so mean
The world can discern ‘twixt the Witt and the Spleen;
And Honest Will Bradford is not so Morose
But he’le publish their Talents in Verse and in Prose;
That the Town mayn’t be wanting to render due praise
To those who So justly meritts the Bayes.
As Ravens and Night-owls their Voices betray
So Asses are certainly known when they bray.
And Spight of the Noise and bustle they’ve made
Mankind will believe that a Spade is a Spade.
That Bullies and Bankrupts, and Men without Store
Dull wretches that have not one Virtue or More,
The Pests of the Country, whose Practice has been
To flatter the Governor, and Lie to the Queen,
Have right to no favour in a Well-govern’d State
But to Swing in an Halter, or peep through a Grate.
Symbolic Interaction Theory refers to “The Generalized Other”component of the social self. It is defined as our ability to “see ourselves as we imagine others see us”. Some people, like great actors, are very, very good at this. Others not so much. And some people literally have no idea how they are viewed by others.
Oh, good one! I don’t remember anything about “The Generalized Other” but it’s a lovely and logical concept. What did you teach?
It’s social psychology, Mary. 40 plus years worth.
I remember the final for Social Studies. One of the questions was that Queen Elizabeth was visiting the business and they turned off the automatic flushing system in the men’s urinals. Was that an example of deference or demeanor?
My first husband’s PHD final in physics included the question, “You’re in a boat traveling out of sight of land. How do you tell how fast you’re going?”
This “Rabbie” Burns poem beautifully addresses your point, Garrison.
“To a Louse”
Oh, would some Power give us the gift
To see ourselves as others see us!
It would from many a blunder free us,
And foolish notion:
What airs in dress and gait would leave us,
And even devotion.”
~Standard English translation~
GH what a great museing on the practicality of what we all are going to experience in our everyday workaday lives. When I’m interacting with people in routine interactions I’m going to react the way my 66 yr. old a$$ has been programmed. Sir or Mam. Or whatever.
XMAS – House – Bless this House – Andre Patenaude
“The Crane and Fox” by Henry Livingston, Jr. (1827)
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Adorable.
Well it certainly isn’t mine! You won’t find me anywhere near those crazy people!
AAAAAAAAAMEN!!!
Waiting to see how many of the goods were actually paid for…
Very Sleek~Looking ,
though the Heart of a PuddyCat 😍🙃😊
Say Hey , Leon 🙋♀️
A Good Day to You 🙂
Good morning, Leon. 😎
Good morning, Patience and Ma😘😘…very late am I today…not slacking, just drinking in beautiful Christmas music from Europe and savouring the beginnings of this Season of joyous expectation. The anticipation as precious as the coming arrival of our Lord and Saviour.
God afternoon Patience and Bet! Last night I had a precious blessing to finish a great day. My bride had gone back to her sister’s to take care of her for the night and I was in bed trying to digest all the food (had just 2 scoops of ice cream with the pecan pie) when my daughter called me. She just needed to talk to her daddy. 🙂
Oh, G……I understand that on a level I can’t possibly explain here. How happy, joyously happy, I am for this incredible blessing. My eyes are leaking and my heart is so full for that precious miraculous gift, my brother in Christ. Now I have to go get a tissue…oh my heart!!!! Those few words you’ve written have made my week! From 💔to💕…
Per your greeting, “God afternoon” indeed…🙏😘
Leon, that’s my Sweet Pea, contemplating whether to attack that deer or not. 🙂
In the end, I bet she decided discretion is the better part of valour😉
Nice, Garrison. And funnily enough, tonight on my Sirius XM Holiday ” Pops” channel (I have to put in quotes because in the main it’s not what one normally thinks of as Christmas music per se), they played “The Christmas Song” but this was performed by Dave Brubeck, who you posted just a while ago. It really was so lovely and peaceful. He did it justice, as has Diane.
I thought, “I must tell Garrison about this”…and what do you know. Here you are with three of my favourites. “I’ll Be Home for Christmas” has always made me a bit melancholy. I think one has to have lived life to appreciate it. These were all wonderful. Tis the season… perfect!😘
Maidin Mhaith Betsy 🙂
Good morning, Mr jay. How utterly wonderful!!! Thank you! It took me a while to get here, and this is what greets me? Bless you, dear sir🤗
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Howdy Patience 🙂
What a lovely and festive bouquet. Thanks!
Have a wonderful Friday, Jay❣️
See above, Miss P.💕
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Mornin’ Bet. “I’ll be home for Christmas” is one of my favorites, also. I’ve always thought it was a perfect song for modern times when urban life separates us from home, family. and friends. That kind of social isolation can be miserable around the holiday season. I’m fortunate to have a fairly wide network of close friends. But, having said that, I understood that if I didn’t initiate the first contact, I probably wouldn’t have received a Thanksgiving dinner invite. Because I recognized that I spent a very pleasant day with close friends of some decades.
But the holiday season is very well known for the increasing numbers of people who—and we can thank modernity for this—find themselves completely alone during the holiday season. That’s what makes this song so poignant.
Garrison, your recognition of those who spent the day alone really touches my heart. Because modernity, if one could call it that, and everything which has been thrown at us over the last two years, has only intensified my yearly concern for those on their own. Some might wish to be, but there are millions of others for whom loneliness was their only companion over Thanksgiving. And it breaks my heart.
So the lyrics of these songs really reach deep down the older I get. As I am listening to all sorts of Christmas music, including songs from old like the ones you posted today, I am shocked to discover I am suddenly weeping. Emotional to a point I don’t remember ever being.
We get all sorts of charity letters asking for donations. As we are of limited resources as OAPs (what we are called in Britain after the age of retirement…Old Age Pensioners…isn’t it awful??) but want to give where it will make the most impact, we give regularly to a Gospel Mission in our area which helps people who have fallen on terrible personal times…with Christian kindness and physical support, to help them find direction in their lives, be it with job searches, education, etc. I always hope that people who would otherwise be alone find their way to this wonderful Mission. Would that there were many more such places….I think in these cruel times, they are very much needed.
I am so glad you were with friends yesterday. I can’t tell you how much, and I mean this to the bottom of my soul. You have us here all praying behind your back always😉💕
Think of poor Scrooge alone at school😞
….. then, losing his little sister….
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There are so many personal experiences… reasons why that song touches so many.
Remembering and wanting
what was
Or
what was longed for but. -never came to be.
That song has always brings on a sense of bitter sweetness and yearning;
… but always of hope and nostalgic inner joy…
as though all of my best experiences are in a big beautifully wrapped present to be opened
-again.
That scene broke my heart in two, Patience. Remember that Welsh word which has no accurate English equivalent.
Hiraeth….
“a home sickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.”
It is pronounced “here-rithe”.
While not many knew such a word existed, it is something all of us have experienced. For myself, I have experienced it to an incredibly high degree.
It is what I’d call a perfect word, describing emotions which are impossible to describe but are deeply felt. It is my favourite Welsh word.
Howdy Garrison 🙂
🙂
A good set of songs to play in the background as I swap out the autumn decorations for the Christmas ones. It’s easy to get in the spirit listening to your selections for today
Gotta love Dianna Krall . . . 🙂
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Mornin’ Patience. 🙂
Hi, Garrison. 😎
Good afternoon Garrison!
25 November 2020 Duris Maxwell [Ted Lewis], Canadian session and touring drummer #11/13 (Bobby Taylor & the Vancouvers; Powder Blues Band), dies of heart failure at 74
25 November 2019 Iain Sutherland, Scottish folk-soft rock vocalist, guitarist and keyboardist (Sutherland Brothers & Quiver – “Arms of Mary”; “(I Don’t Want to Love You But) You Got Me Anyway”), dies at 71
25 November 2012 Earl “Speedoo” Carroll, American doo-wop vocalist (Cadillacs; The Coasters), dies of complications from diabetes and a stroke at 75
25 November 2011 (Henry) Lee “Shot” Williams, American blues singer (“I Like Your Style”), dies ar 73
25 November 1997 Fenton Robinson, US blues guitarist (Tennessee Woman), dies at 62
Good morning all. Anyone have some sea side property for sale? I mean the “scientists” at NASA say it is likely going to be a liability half a century from now.
So if you wanna sell cheap I might be your man.
NASA Study: Sea Level Along Contiguous U.S. Coastlines Could Rise as Much as 12 Inches By 2050 (msn.com)
And I thought Albert Gore said 20 feet in 2006. Funny I went looking for what anyone had predicted and …. seems it has been scrubbed from the internet about sea level.
I wonder if it reduced the price for ocean front property for him or obozo, not they they could not afford it anyway.
You can always hope for a rise of 320 ft and buy something at the junction of the Wabash & Ohio rivers and you will be set.
I could already be set, as my brother already owns half of a neighborhood in Evansville that he rents out.
Perhaps I could get a discount…..
The fact is sea level is rising. It has been rising since the end of the last period of major glaciation during what is commonly known as the great ice age. It is and has been rising at a steady rate of almost 3.2 mm per year and that rate has not varied hardly at all according to NASA since satellite records began in the early 90s.
The lies they have claimed in the past are still out there. I searched back in WUWT articles and found a bunch. Here is one:
Hansen falsified: His extreme sea level rise projections are drowning in hubris – Watts Up With That?
I wandered around the links (an hour) that came up on brave search not only for Gore but also Hansen, other than saying that those predictions didn’t pan out, they didn’t say the numeric values of the failed predictions. It was telling that the mini descriptions noted the 20ft rise prediction but following the link…. 20ft is gone off the page.
WUWT still has actual figures, but never made brave search results, only the fluff stuff.
Yeah, in multiple places the 3mm comes up. I already know that the climate has been changing since the beginning of time as <scientists can prove that we have been thru 5 ice ages>.
I’m so tired of paying for their constant stream of lies. It has been going on for multiple generations now and nobody is selling their seaside property cheap and nobody is worrying about building or development on stable land on the coasts. So where the economic rubber meets the road nobody is buying their BS. And yet year after year we are inundated with this taxpayer funded BS! STOP IT!
And it is always accompanied by this kind of imagery.
-The sky is falling
Hello, rah!
This is the one I meant
-The sky is falling
Balderdash!!!
It’s worse than that!
Yeah….
George Carlin on
Saving the Planet
Carlin was a genius. A Man that knew our place and our role in Life.
I am pleased to review him for more than 50 times.
He is facing God and both have a good laugh.
Tim Allen Says He Fought to Put Christ Back into Christmas for Disney+ Series ‘The Santa Clauses’
https://www.breitbart.com/entertainment/2022/11/23/tim-allen-says-he-fought-to-put-christ-back-into-christmas-for-disney-series-the-santa-clauses/?utm_medium=social&utm_source=facebook&fbclid=IwAR2RJ3Ca_Yo8bDhf1ezoEfTTUwdAd7x-IHb0yT-ZSJTZcGfr6E8Rvlwkoyg
25 November 1961
The Everly Brothers were inducted into the U.S. Marine Corps Reserves.
25 November 1966
The Jimi Hendrix Experience made its London performance debut at the Bag O’ Nails Club.
25 November 1997
The original lineup of the Zombies played onstage for the first time in 30 years.
A Christmas Story.. ..Living on a Prayer.. (Part II..)
[Disclaimer: I could be full of shit.. but then again.. it all could be true..]
Logbook: December 1986..
..when duty calls.. ..always answer the fck’n phone..
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it was Christmas Eve.. Eve.. the Eve.. of Christmas Eve..
and the phone rang.. it was Houston.. I answered the call.. a Shell gas pipeline flange repair.. “..yes sir..”.. I unpacked my holiday bags.. and started packing my dive gear..
later that night I left in the pre-dawn Christmas Eve hours.. as I left.. the Uptown Christmas tree lights along Post Oak stood like silent sentinels in quiet attention.. ..Merry Christmas..
two senior Divers and the other Houston Diver/Tender also answered the call..
after a challenging season of on-the-job training performing platform installations and demolitions.. my buddy and I were the only two Diver/Tenders left on the Houston base team..
we were a small tight team.. at its height.. there were no more than eight to ten of us on the whole fck’n Houston roster..
Houston trained us differently.. being a small operation.. it was more of a training of mind over matter.. getting your mind right first.. after that.. everything else fell into place.. they kept only those who did..
things like doing it right the first time.. never having to be told.. never panic in a crisis situation.. confidence in response to one.. always being alert.. staying on top of everything.. never dragging ass.. never quitting.. otherwise we wouldn’t even be out here.. or still on this special dive team..
the two of us were responsible for all of the repair maintenance and readiness of the equipment.. we essentially did it all.. from the Superlites and umbilicals.. to the compressors and chambers.. which were neatly lined up in rows outside the dive shack.. ready for inspection.. ready to go..
the fabled Houston dive base.. being inside the corporate giant international compound.. we had to keep everything looking high and tight..
shortly after this job my Diver/Tender buddy tapped out.. he got a job at the NASA Johnson Space Center as a Diver supporting the astronauts in the training pool.. so that left only me.. I now had become Houston’s last one..
this particular job was a “live-boating” deep air job.. right off the crewboat.. that’s when the boat is just sitting out in the middle of the fck’n ocean.. not anchored or tied off to anything.. the jobsite is right below us on the bottom..
the crewboat captain uses the props and bow thrusters to stay over the jobsite.. the screws are turning the whole time.. so you had to be really careful with the diver’s umbilical hose.. one wrong inattentive move could instantly mean a dead diver down below..
we made the dives.. we got the job done.. and the two senior divers were having fun with me.. at my last decompression water stop two blacktip sharks came out of nowhere and started circling me..
and there I was.. hanging out in the middle of the fck’n ocean.. like a worm on a hook.. maybe the only food for miles.. great..
blacktips aren’t that dangerous.. but like any wild animal.. when they are hungry.. it becomes the law of the jungle.. they circled in.. I kicked back at them.. and the dance continued.. ..kick..
“uh.. I got some company down here.. how much time I got left..”..
“oh.. just five more minutes.. you’ll be ok..”..
quite some minutes later.. “hey.. what’s my time look like..”..
“uh.. five more minutes.. lol..!!..”
“..fckers.. pull my ass up.. lol..”..
I climbed up the dive ladder out of the fck’n cold ass water.. Merry Christmas.. welcome to the fck’n club..
I had now made it through my first season in the big leagues.. in the greatest diving company in the world..
I realized I was now in.. I was on the team.. they now knew they could count on me.. no matter what..
..when duty calls.. ..always answer the fck’n phone..
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a couple of months later the Houston base operation quietly closed down.. my supervisor’s secretary came down to the yard to tell me the news and made me an offer that came from higher up..
I could transfer into the international based corporation.. and do a season in the Arctic Ocean.. and if I made it through that..
they would pay for my North Sea Certification (at the time the cost was around 20K..).. and then it would be on to the North Sea.. and a new life out of Aberdeen, Scotland..
otherwise I could stay in Houston.. and work exclusively on call-out from their New Orleans base.. a perk normally allowed only for the fully fledged divers..
it certainly was a life-changing career decision.. and she needed an answer on the spot..
but I was already where I wanted to be.. I had left Houston before.. and it turned out to be a big mistake.. Houston was good to me.. I loved Houston.. and I loved my Life in Houston..
for some reason.. I was meant to be here.. Life wanted me to be here.. God wanted me to be here..
I already had found Home.. so I took the second option.. and stayed..
Well, Texian, this post answered my question from yesterday… once you’re in the water doing the job, that’s your only focus. Wise is the man who knows his grass is just the right shade of green.😉
yes ma’am.. it certainly was focus.. our bottom time started ticking the moment we hit the water.. and we were expected to perform..
yes sir.. by the mainstream news everybody was aware of it.. but at least for us.. our situation was exceptional..
there were scheduled platform jobs already in the pipeline so to speak.. multiple ones for major companies.. like Transco.. Tenneco.. Walter OIl & Gas.. Union of Texas.. and others..
the Houston supervisor came up with an efficient plan.. carefully timing everything.. we had to be dedicated.. loyal.. always answer the call.. every time.. it was crucial in order to pull it off.. infiltrate.. do the job.. exfiltrate.. our quickest install was 36 hours straight.. non-stop.. in and out..
then we could get some sleep and a little R&R.. then did it all over again the next week.. and the next.. and the next..
November 25 Oswald Chambers
The Secret of Spiritual Consistency
God forbid that I should boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ… —Galatians 6:14
When a person is newly born again, he seems inconsistent due to his unrelated emotions and the state of the external things or circumstances in his life. The apostle Paul had a strong and steady underlying consistency in his life. Consequently, he could let his external life change without internal distress because he was rooted and grounded in God. Most of us are not consistent spiritually because we are more concerned about being consistent externally. In the external expression of things, Paul lived in the basement, while his critics lived on the upper level. And these two levels do not begin to touch each other. But Paul’s consistency was down deep in the fundamentals. The great basis of his consistency was the agony of God in the redemption of the world, namely, the Cross of Christ.
State your beliefs to yourself again. Get back to the foundation of the Cross of Christ, doing away with any belief not based on it. In secular history the Cross is an infinitesimally small thing, but from the biblical perspective it is of more importance than all the empires of the world. If we get away from dwelling on the tragedy of God on the Cross in our preaching, our preaching produces nothing. It will not transmit the energy of God to man; it may be interesting, but it will have no power. However, when we preach the Cross, the energy of God is released. “…it pleased God through the foolishness of the message preached to save those who believe.…we preach Christ crucified…” (1 Corinthians 1:21, 23).
WISDOM FROM OSWALD CHAMBERS
When you are joyful, be joyful; when you are sad, be sad. If God has given you a sweet cup, don’t make it bitter; and if He has given you a bitter cup, don’t try and make it sweet; take things as they come.
https://utmost.org/the-secret-of-spiritual-consistency/
Great song! Thanks for posting.
Saved – DJ Sonic Boom 🎶
Mornin’ all!
If I do not go shopping today, am I a RACIST?
No! Just sane!
Pretty soon “they” will change the name.
“They” probably will.
I was chastised last year when asked what my favorite holiday song was and I replied WHITE CHRISTMAS by Irving Berlin.
Slowcobra, “they”, if questioned on the origins of the name, would have no idea.
I am a self preservationist. In fact we have gotten to the point where once shopping was a pleasurable activity, we view doing it with trepidation.
I would rather be a “hunter-gatherer” but my cane does not work as well in the forest and fields as it does at the local supermarket.
Oh boy do I hear you!!! Old age does in come on its own, does it…alas…
Morning Ya’ll 🙂
Good afternoon jay!
Howdy Gramps 😎
I already hit the turkey left overs this morning. At 03:30 this morning I had a cold Turkey sandwich. Dark meat, a bit of salt, and some mayo and I’m happy. Now having an applesauce bar with my first cup of Joe. Craved the strong stuff this morning so took the first cup the coffee maker had made. Pause & pour is a beautiful thing.
I slept late this morning, but getting ready to do the same thing; and then, pack it away in the freezer for another day. I cooked a great meal. I had read up on recipes and; everything turned out perfect. I’m becoming a good cook. Now, I’m planning forward for Christmas.
Betty, there is such pleasure in cooking if one has appreciate eaters to do it for. The best part is knowing those you’ve prepared a meal for are really enjoying it.😊
Yes, and keep on enjoying it! Sherry tells me prepare for more of dinner tonight, It will be Turkey, and left over gravy and stuffing and my sisters wonderful broccoli salad.
It is only Friday but this is my day of rest. For whatever reason this week took it out of me and the life force battery needs a long deep recharge.
I did have a good walk though. Steve took his beagle Cooper and I took Geisha and we walked the 1/3rd mile across the farm field too the edge of a patch of woods that is an island between two fields and let the dog sniff to their hearts content. This year there were beans in the field and they have been harvested. But the mice and other critters and birds have already policed up the dropped beans.
What a wonderful two days, rah, and I am very sorry they are coming to an end….really it is the end of our lovely holidays that I dread. But I just start the countdown to next year.
Sherry is really a wonderful woman. You certainly won’t starve, that’s for sure. I am a huge fan of leftovers which for some reason to me almost seem taste better than when they were first served.
It was only the two of us yesterday so I made a pot roast which had a whole lot of gravy, and fresh French bread to dredge up the remnants in the bowls. We will be eating it for a few meals, but no problem as the flavours will settle. It will be even more delicious the next time I serve it…plus bonus!! No cooking, just reheat and serve.
Rah, please look after yourself, dear sir. Holidays tire me out for some reason, I don’t know why. What you said about your father has more than likely played a bigger part in your tiredness than perhaps you realize. I’m only saying this because it would have that effect on me. In any case, please get yourself rested up for your journey back to reality… on the road again. Take my prayers to go with you, and tell Sherry I think she is one special lady.😘
Thank you so much Betsy.
So true, Betsy, and reminds me of my dear Grandma, now gone twenty-five years.
On holidays, she would always make her grandchildren’s favorite things. She knew who liked what.
One Christmas I was unable to visit her, but came at New Years. We were chatting for awhile and then she got up, went to kitchen and brought out huge bowl of homemade ambrosia – my favorite dish of hers. She had made it just for me and was waiting for my visit before anyone ate it.
I did get huge lump in my throat and could hardly swallow the food as I knew it was a laborious act of love from her – something money can’t buy, and nothing can erase my loving memories of her!
AND, she was in her early nineties at the time.
Now I try to do the same for my grands.
Oh the memories, Della…so precious. And those we carry with us for the ones who follow us. I do the same. I’m surprised you weren’t bawling your eyes out, as I would have been. What a treasure she was. I used to make honest to goodness cream puffs for my father in law long ago. They involved no small amount of work, but I loved doing it because he loved them so much.
What a wonderful gift you gave your grandmother in return, as she more than likely knew you were struggling with your emotions. Pretty difficult to hide ones like them….and now my eyes are leaking once again. It seems to be the season for those unexpected tears… Bless you so much for that truly beautiful story, Della🙏🤗
😍 🥹
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November 25
MORNING
Being made free from sin, ye became the servants of righteousness. Rom. 6:18
Ye cannot serve God and Mammon. Matt. 6:24
When ye were the servants of sin, ye were free from righteousness. What fruit had ye then in those things whereof ye are now ashamed? for the end of those things is death. But now being made free from sin, and become servants to God, ye have your fruit unto holiness, and the end everlasting life. Rom. 6:20-22
Christ is the end of the law for righteousness to every one that believeth. Rom. 10:4
If any man serve me, let him follow me; and where I am, there shall also my servant be: if any man serve me, him will my Father honour. John 12:26
Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me: for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light. Matt. 11:29, 30
O LORD our God, other lords beside thee have had dominion over us: but by thee only will we make mention of thy name. Isa. 26:13
I will run the way of thy commandments, when thou shalt enlarge my heart. Psa. 119:32
EVENING
Whosoever shall call on the name of the Lord shall be saved. Acts 2:21
[Manasseh] did that which was evil in the sight of the LORD, after the abominations of the heathen, and he reared up altars for Baal. And he built altars for all the host of heaven in the two courts of the house of the LORD. And he made his son pass through the fire, and observed times, and used enchantments, and dealt with familiar spirits and wizards: he wrought much wickedness in the sight of the LORD, to provoke him to anger. II Kings 21:2, 3, 5, 6
And when he was in affliction, he besought the LORD his God, and humbled himself greatly before the God of his fathers, and prayed unto him: and he was entreated of him, and heard his supplication. II Chron. 33:12, 13
Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool. Isa. 1:18
The Lord is longsuffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish. II Pet. 3:9
J. Bagster
https://dailylightdevotional.org/11/1125.html
Sundance, you won’t let me post here, and I get it, really I do.
BUT, I hope you see this message, because I am compelled to send it.
VERY, VERY FEW people ever actually change the trajectory of the world, but you DID IT.
With your article about “ballots versus votes” you literally CHANGED the entire conversation about elections in America. The concept is now everywhere.
So, even though I can’t post this publicly (which still ticks me off, I can’t lie), kudos to you, dude. You pulled it off.
Aubergine…. please consider this note a big “welcome back”! Your name must have been put on our list way back before our CTH 2.0 move, because I can’t find any of your old comments in our history. But, based on the few comments I have found from the trash bin, you seem like a perfectly lovely person and someone who should be in the Treehouse. I hope you see this note….second thought, think I’ll try to email you as well. 😀
. . . but deliver us from the Evil One.
The Jesus Prayer
Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy upon me, a sinner.
Amen!
The 50th Psalm
Septuagint
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.
From Small Compline
Rejoice Virgin Theotokos, Mary full of Grace, the Lord is with thee; blessed art thou among women and blessed is the Fruit of thy womb, for thou hast borne the Savior of our souls. (Thrice)
25 November 1974 – one of my favorite, obscure artists dies from overdose of an anti-depressant.
Nick Drake
PLEASE PRAY FOR ONE ANOTHER
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Good morning, duchess. So beautiful…
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.
BE MY VOICE
BABY LIVES MATTER
JESUS LOVES THE LITTLE CHILDREN
-Bless the beasts and the children
Verse of the Day for Friday, November 25, 2022
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“Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live:”
John 11:25 (KJV)
Thank You, Jesus, for blessings received and prayers answered!!!
Thank you for posting these beautiful words! I love them!
The following verse 26 (John 11:26) is profound…as the Lord asks every person who lives: “Do you believe this?”
And one day every person will give an answer.
From a subset by Dr. Robert Malone “The Second Coming” By William Butler Yeats
https://rwmalonemd.substack.com/p/the-second-coming?publication_id=583200&post_id=86690619&isFreemail=true
Nov 29th. This is one I will be sure to listen to. Tony Heller presents well. He testified before congress on an environmental manner several years ago.
Climate Brawl Debate: Tony Heller vs Gerald Kutney | Real Climate Science
As God removes his restraining hand and allows the “will” of man to race toward its inevitable, devastating conclusion, it would be easy to think that we’re losing the battle. But every seeming defeat is merely a bridge to the Lord’s inevitable victory. Because as it says in the below song, God can do all things but fail. And so we never despair or give up hope. 🙂
The B-58 Hustler. The sexiest airplane ever built.
Back when I was a young boy there were B-58s stationed at what was then Bunker Hill, AFB, now Grissom, Reserve AFB in Kokomo, IN. I remember often hearing the sonic booms as they flew high overhead. Kids today have no concept of a time when people were building bomb shelters and putting them underground in their backyards and when duck and cover exercises at school were going on. Or the fear during the Cuban Missile Crisis.
There is nothing the narrator says in this piece that I disagree with. I grew up as a budding aircraft aficionado and could not believe it when the Air Force took them out of service at the time.
Anyway, IMO the B-58 was a flying piece of art. And as the author says, technology developed for it was adopted in future advanced aircraft designs.
B-58 Hustler | Technological marvel or Cold War blunder? – YouTube
BTW the female voice warning that the B-58 pilots called “Sexy Sally” military pilots today refer to as “Bitching Betty”.
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.
And prayers up for all political prisoners. Prayers up for Julian Assange and for all the protesters of January 6 who were or are entrapped in DC. And, thank you, Lord, for restoring Pastor Pawlowski.
Thank you Father, for Your love and the gift of Life.
In Jesus name we pray, Amen.
Amen.
Thank you, Andeclain. Went to dinner with my family at a friend’s house and just now got back. I didn’t know we would be so long. Hope you had a happy Thanksgiving.
Thanks Mom. It was a good day.
Amen
Amen.
Amen🙏
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Got to get some sleep. Good night… and prayers up for the January 6 political prisoners and their families, for Sundance and all who keep this Treehouse going, for President Trump and for all who work to restore this country to the ideals of the founders.
And prayers for all those around the world affected by the directions of the Unites States, and for those suffering in needless conflicts. I had thought that after the Berlin Wall fell, that we would find ourselves in a peaceful and prosperous world for all. Little did I know
God help us all, we beg
Amen, Wondering🙏
✝️ Lord, thank You for the day. Amen.