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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Lost Spring
When each new year brings forth life
In fragrant mists of green;
When mating birds, and youth, and love
Through all the world are seen —
When poppies splash their hearts’ bright blood
As round your cross they dance,
And Norman apple-blossoms blow,
It must be spring in France.
I know it must be spring in France
Because you’re lying there,
For since you left spring’s never come,
And it must be somewhere.
Marion Valentine
Lovely —- tears!
For me as well.
I was walking on the shores of the Red Sea in Hodeidah, Yemen with a good friend. We were strolling very slowly, heads down, eyes scanning for interesting seashells. Because we were side by side, there were moments when we would both see the very same shell at the very same second. It then became a race to see which of us could grab it first.
After collecting for a while, my friend and I both saw the most luminous blue shell either of us had ever seen. I was so stunned by its beauty that I hesitated just long enough for my friend to grab it out from under my grasping hand. She held it to her face and I saw as her look went from rapture to disappointment. Then she threw the shell back to the sand and walked on. I immediately picked it up and I imagine the very same progression crossed my face. Awe to perplexity to disappointment. It was not a shell at all, but a shell-shaped piece of plastic. I too threw it with distaste and we continued our competition.
The object itself had not changed one bit throughout the entire interaction.
It was just what it was.
Litter belonging in a trash can.
The love of a dog can be healing. It’s the innocence that exists in a dog’s love and trust of humans that does the work. No wonder dogs become soulmates for their humans. Happy Cursday, Treepers.
For all my brothers and sisters who have served.
You are cherished and loved. God will hold you in his arms and
fortify you.
You smug faced crowd with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by
Sneak home and pray you’ll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go
Moving and beautiful and true.
Thanks for that.
My avatar is our beloved Willy Woo. He died tens minutes after I got home from work.
He literally waited for me. And I will never forget it. It was 30 minutes after 1 AM on March 8th of
2020.
Don’t you let anybody ever tell you that dogs are just animals we keep as pets.
“It came to me that every time I lose a dog they take a piece of my heart with them, and every new dog who comes into my life gifts me with a piece of their heart.
If I live long enough all the components of my heart will be dog, and I will become as generous and loving as they are.”
Anonymous
A sinner, saved and blessed.
Quick thinking. Anyone got a match?
A warning to all who think they’re above the law of God.
The irony of this video is that some of those in this video are leftist
wannabes, who think they can virtue signal in the name of God.
Hard Truth. 🙂
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Five Finger Death Punch gets it.
Happy 246th Birthday to my Marine brothers and sisters. Semper Fi. We will always be The Few, The Proud. (1970-1972)
Sorry folks, but it’s Weird Al.
Wil Ackerman created the New Age Music genre. An acoustic guitarist, composer, and producer, he attracted similarly talented musicians to his Windham Hill label and, for a while at least, he and his cohorts made some wonderfully entertaining music. I could argue that everything he did on his acoustic guitar was musical magic—and in truth most of it was. These selections are from one of his best albums. The first time I heard this album I knew this was music I had to listen to. It will definitely stand the test of time, sounding as entertaining and communicative now as it did back-in-the-day. Enjoy Treepers.
Wil Ackerman was a World War 2 war orphan who was adopted by a Standford University progessor and his wife. Tragically, the teen aged Wil’s adoptive mother committed suicide and Wil reportedly found her lifeless body. It’s hard to image the boundless grief of a young boy being twice orphaned, yet this happend to young Wil Ackerman. Overtime he became a guitar virtuosos and composer. To remember the sadness and extreme grief of losing a second mother, he composed The Impending Death Of The Virgun Spirit, one of the saddest laments I think I’ve ever heard.
One more . . .
NATIONAL SUNDAE DAY – 11 NOVEMBER
The text of this substantial hymn was written by Danish pastor Nokolai F. S. Grundtvig (1783 – 1872). His countryman Ludwig M. Lindeman (1812-87) composed the tune. I think of this hymn as a small, excellent sermon in music.
BUILT ON THE ROCK, THE CHURCH SHALL STAND
Built on the rock, the Church shall stand even when steeples are falling.
Crumbled have spires in every land; bells still are chiming and calling,
Calling the young and old to rest, but above all, the souls distressed,
Longing for rest everlasting.
Surely in temples made with hands God the most high is not dwelling;
High above earth His temple stands, all earthly temples excelling.
Yet He who dwells in heaven above chooses to live with us in love,
Making our bodies His temple.
We are God’s house of living stones, built for His own habitation,
He through baptismal grace us owns, heirs of His wondrous salvation.
Were we but two His name to tell, yet He would deign with us to dwell
With all His grace and His favors.
Here stands the font before our eyes, telling how God has received us.
The altar recalls Christ’s sacrifice and what His supper here gives us.
Here sound the scriptures that proclaim Christ yesterday, today, the same,
And evermore our Redeemer.
Grant then, O God, Your will be done, that when the church bells are ringing,
Many in saving faith may come where Christ His message is bringing:
“I know My own, My own know Me. You, not the world, my face shall see.
My peace I leave with you. Amen.”
There will come a time when all those who think we are weak and cowed will find it’s not all that
easy.
War has touched many lives. even those who have never served, be it in times of war or peace.
This was played at my brother Craig’s memorial service. He wanted to be a Marine, but had lost a kidney when he was
young and couldn’t enlist. So many bad things happened afterwards. He went down a bad road, and we lost him to
suicide. If you have a family member or friend who is looking lost or showing signs of trouble, please reach out to them.
I am so sorry for the loss of your brother! I will pray for you and your family. And I’ll pray that we all may have the eyes to see when someone near us is hurting and needs a caring touch.
Veterans Day, 2021 ……….
We haven’t forgotten what you have done and will do for America and your fellow Americans.
You make us proud.
God bless you, your family and the USA!
Thanks, Cactus!! I grew up a military brat, joined the AF, married a pilot and am the granddaughter of one Marine and one Army Capt. I have always loved military parades and drills. My favorite pictures are of my Army grandpa on a big white horse after a parade when he had pulled my mom (then about 6) up on the horse with him and another of my Marine grandpa in Nicaragua at the age of 19. My best photo of my dad was one of him sitting on the hood of his Jeep in Burma—his hat pushed back and in his hand—a Coke!! Thanks to all Veterans for the amazing opportunities you have given all of us!!
It’s a long road, and we all walk it.
LUCY AND HER BABIES Part 3
… Lucy was footloose and fertile, as became obvious faster than I would have imagined.
I was working in the yard when Lucy’s time came. She walked up to me and let out two sharp squeaks. We went inside, where my wife took her to the kitty nest we had made in the dimly-lit guest room — a cardboard box with towels inside. Lucy promptly came back to the living room and proceeded to deliver her first baby.
We were completely confused. The books said she would want a quiet place away from people! So we brought the nest out from the bedroom and put the baby in it, fearful that the people smell on Lucy’s baby would make her reject it. Then we took the nest, with the baby in it, back to the bedroom.
Lucy wasn’t having any of it. She marched to the bedroom, carried Kitten #1 back to the living room by the scruff of the neck, set it on the floor, and gave birth there to her remaining four babies. If any of us, including Pokey, left for a moment, she started meowling. She was determined her family would all be there for the occasion. We finally caught on and stayed by Lucy to cheer her on. Later that day, we moved her nest to an out of the way corner of the living room, a place she found acceptable.
… To be continued
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Okay, I’ve been a roll tonight with music videos
But…. During the drum solo, he never once, not once, looks at what drum or cymbal he hits!
And it is still one of the greatest rock performances ever. No matter your politics. Still one of the best! EVER!
On this Veterans day this veteran will be driving the 706 miles to the Nissan plant in Canton, MS. There I will drop my trailer and hook to one with dunnage that I will bring back and then go take a break and drive back home on Friday.
I can’t remember ever having a Veterans day off except last year when I was having to cath myself to empty my bladder about this time and waiting for my surgery date to come up. So I will not complain one bit, because I would much rather be doing what I am doing now than what I was going through then. I am very thankful for that.
Yeah, the cath is bad. After my colectomy, I had to go home with one. Not fun. And then to come down with a UTI. Really not fun. Glad you’re doing better!
After my surgery I had two of them for two weeks. A regular foley and another that passed through my side.
Everyday the left keeps denying the CRT is being taught in schools is a blessing.
Every day the leftist politicians and their press are vehemently proclaiming that Critical Race Theory is not part of the curriculum in public schools and not being taught is a blessing. What the democrats don’t get, because they can’t accept it, is that the Moms know if their schools are trying to indoctrinate their kids with that crap and don’t like it one bit. It was not Republican politicians or conservative press telling them it was happening, it was them seeing for themselves it was being taught either though watching their kids virtual lessons on the computer or by talking to the kids about what they learned in school today.
And so every time the leftist politicians and their press types lie about it the Moms KNOW they are lying. So keep it up leftist, politicians, press, and so called “educators”. Keep lying! Your doing more damage to yourselves than any Conservative in any role could ever do to you on this issue of CRT.
There is a teacher in Chicago I believe who has started something he has called a Gentleman’s Club for those very young boys whose fathers are not a part of their lives. He teaches them manners, how to dress appropriately, how to address other (handshakes, looking the other person in the eye, etc), and all manner of proper behavior and civility.
I saw a picture of his charges, each wearing a proper shirt and tie, and each with the biggest smile. These were boys of about 10 years. This fine mentor keeps a selection of ties, coats, and shirts to give to any who can’t afford them. He’s doing the spade work and probably saving a lot of lives. It just made my heart sing.
I pray God blesses each and every one of them.
. . . but deliver us from the Evil One.
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)