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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Boom! Ahhh. To persevere!
Hope you enjoy this short vid from one of my favorite living author/pastor/chancellor’s.
I went to a Christian college many moons ago. Met my longest standing friend there. 40 plus years. He is brilliant. Graduated from Auburn. Moved to Virginia where we met. Got his masters in divinity. He no longer believes John 14:6.
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Every day do something that will lead you closer to God.
AMEN Betsy (I started to type Besty… might keep that!) love to you, new sister.
Hahaha!!! I’ve been “Besty” more times than (as we used to say in Wales) than I’ve had hot dinners, JWoo🤗
I don’t mind at all…if it helps, I am “Bet” to my friends (and anyone else), which you most definitely are. You’ve made me smile…thank you!💕
I think of you as Beasty.
For those in Los Angeles/So Cal, something you can do.
https://www.cal-catholic.com/st-andrews-opens-doors/
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Five cookies…three for me and two for you! LOL. What a good boy! So patient! And ‘chocolate’ lab….?
Ohhh, look at him…so pitiful…he can have my share (yes, I’m a real soft touch, as my daughter’s Maggie well knows).
Mornin’ Bet. Reminds me of my first encounter with Sweetie on the patio of my favorite restaurant. She put her head on my knee and gave me **that** look . . . I was instantly captured and took her home with me. 🙂
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A “duende” of a different sort, my friend. As you tell more stories of her, I find that even though I never knew her, I miss her dreadfully as well….💕
Good morning Bet! Having had two labs over the years I know that look very well. Both were black and both were great.
Hi, Pa ❣️❣️❣️
Hi Patience! ❤️
Afternoon (almost), G! I so get that…our younger daughter and her husband bought a black lab for their 4…and what a lovely dog he is. Much welcomed, much more loved. Sounds as if you might need another??😘
LOL! We’ve got 2 mutts now. That and the 3 cats is my limit. If I get a new dog eventually I’d like a Malinois that I can train. 😘
Just finished talking to S. He is doing ok, got a new phone and was learning it, ergo the silence.
Hi there, Betsy❣️
-tea pot is missing again!
Afternoon, Patience and Ma😘🌲😘 Well phooey! Probably in the place you’d least expect it. As I find things I’ve “misplaced” usually end up being.
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Hoarding???
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Hello, Leon😎
Morning Ya’ll 🙂
A beautiful misty morning….
To shoot some Grouse 🇺🇸🤠🇺🇸
Shoots for grouse in Britain are a Boxing Day activity.
Morning, Mr jay🤗…another walk in the beautiful woods. Perfect. I am loving these!
Maidin Mhaith Betsy 🇺🇸😎🇺🇸
Mornin’ jay 🙂 Grouse hunting: 1938 LC Smith—16ga w/ modified and improved barrels.
JC Higgans 12 gauge or my Winchester.22 😁😁
Up in the woods while building logging road we’d tumble them with the dump trucks ( trying not to squish them) they’d be stunned get out wring their necks and supper was provided 😁😁
Hello and thanks, Jay❣️
Howdy Patience, Blessing’s upon your house 🙏🏻 💐💐
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Morning jay!
Howdy Gramps, how’s the nipper doing 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸
he’s getting over a cold. Hopefully wii have him this weekend.
There IS deep comfort in this one, WP. Especially during these terrible times it is also a faith strengthener, which we need so badly.
One more . . .
Howdy Garrison 🙂
Hi, jay 🙂
Look the word up in a dictionary and it will tell you that the Spanish “duende” means “goblin” or “earth spirit” in English. That gives us a clue, for the duende experience exists outside ordinary reality. In a flamenco context, it encapsulates the moment in a performance when, inexplicably, your hair stands on end, something disturbing and magnificent seems to stir in your blood, and you have the sense of possibility—a whisper, only partially heard—of the existence of worlds beyond worlds.
The feeling may be fleeting, gone almost as soon as it is registered. Or it may be sustained for a considerable period. But how long it lasts is of relatively small importance for, in essence, it exists outside of time itself, and a single, concentrated point of a duende experience may take years to digest, can—and frequently does—cause significant change in people’s lives.
Good morning, Garrison💕
You introduced me to this perfect word for what I feel with so much of the music I listen to. I knew there just had to be a word for those indescribable physical feelings that are so powerful. I know you discuss it in terms of flamenco, but I think it travels very well between all musical genres. At least I find it so…blessings, my friend.
Hi, Bet. I learned about duende from flamenco performers, especially guitarists. While many can earn decent livings in Spain, you can find find flamenco being performed and played in most of the world’s urban centers.
Oh and speaking of guitars, I am enjoying on my Christmas Sirius channel the Romeos playing carols from all over the world. I always think of you when I hear them. Well known carols transformed into new when they are heard by this talented family…
Hmmm . . . I’ll have to look them up. Didn’t know they’d recorded a Christmas album. 🙂
Good morning Garrison!
Afternoon, Gramps! 🙂
Thankfully, someone happened by to help this wild mare and her foal who were in dire straits on an estuary in the south of Wales…
Beautiful!
It may help you feel just a little better about things when you see a Secret Santa surprise a seasoned piano teacher with a very nice teaching instrument of high value:
https://www.eastidahonews.com/2022/12/a-secret-santa-surprises-beloved-piano-teacher-with-the-gift-of-a-lifetime/
Justice, you wouldn’t believe the number of baby grands in my area which are being offered…for nothing…free! We can’t understand why, though for some lucky person with house room and who plays it would be an unbelievable find. This was just wonderful! Thank you for posting it.
Bet, for a second I thought that people were trying to get rid of their baby grandchildren. 😂😂
Something caught my attention on Twitter the other day, reminding me of the movie Falling Down starring Michael Douglas, Robert Duvall and Barbara Hershey, so I went looking for clips and found several. This one was my favorite.
Enjoy!
Falling Down (6/10) Movie CLIP – The Customer is Always Right (1993) HD
Thx for this one .. I remember seeing the movie and thought some time..ya gotta do.. what ya gotta do..🤣🤣🤣👍
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When “Falling Down” came out in the movie theaters, I was the only one to laugh out loud at the content. I wonder if anyone thinks it’s funnier now?
“Too high!”
Leaving his car in bumper to bumper traffic… priceless.
Came out in 1993 during my first tour of duty in Los Angeles (LOL) then swore I would never, ever return. Well, don’t ever swear anything… God will put you back there. Thank God I am out now.
Michael Avenatti Tried to Extort Me to Lie About Brett Kavanaugh — Was He Also Working With Christine Blasey Ford?
https://stream.org/michael-avenatti-tried-to-extort-me-to-lie-about-brett-kavanaugh-was-he-also-working-with-christine-blasey-ford/
Wow!
Diane Feinstein shouldn’t sleep at night.
-And not because she’s elderly.
December 8 Oswald Chambers
The Impartial Power Of God
For by one offering he hath perfected for ever them that are sanctified. — Hebrews 10:14
We trample the blood of the Son of God under foot if we think we are forgiven because we are sorry for our sins. The only explanation of the forgiveness of God and of the unfathomable depth of His forgetting, is the Death of Jesus Christ. Our repentance is merely the outcome of our personal realization of the Atonement which He has worked out for us. “Christ Jesus…is made unto us wisdom, and righteousness, and sanctification, and redemption.” When we realize that Christ is made all this to us, the boundless joy of God begins; wherever the joy of God is not present, the death sentence is at work.
It does not matter who or what we are, there is absolute reinstatement into God by the death of Jesus Christ and by no other way, not because Jesus Christ pleads, but because He died. It is not earned, but accepted. All the pleading which deliberately refuses to recognize the Cross is of no avail; it is battering at another door than the one which Jesus has opened. “I don’t want to come that way, it is too humiliating to be received as a sinner.” “There is none other Name…” The apparent heartlessness of God is the expression of His real heart, there is boundless entrance in His way. “We have forgiveness through His blood.” Identification with the death of Jesus Christ means identification with Him to the death of everything that never was in Him.
God is justified in saving bad men only as He makes them good. Our Lord does not pretend we are all right when we are all wrong. The Atonement is a propitiation whereby God through the death of Jesus makes an unholy man holy.
WISDOM FROM OSWALD CHAMBERS
If a man cannot prove his religion in the valley, it is not worth anything.
https://utmost.org/classic/the-impartial-power-of-god-classic/
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. . . 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.
Amen, Amin.
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)
Thursday of the 2th Week of the Epistles
Nativity Fast
Apodosis of the Entrance into the Temple of Our Most Holy Lady, the Theotokos and Ever-Virgin Mary
Holy Great-Martyr Catherine of Alexandria and companions (+ 305-313)
Saint Clement of Ochrid, Bishop of Greater Macedonia (+ 916)
Several New Martyrs under the Communist Yoke of the 20th century in Russia (+ 1937)
November 24th – Patristic Calendar of the Orthodox Christian Church
December 8th – civil or commercial calendar
Saints of God pray for us!
“What do we love most in the world? Life and health. Who is our life and health? Jesus Christ. Therefore, if you wish to live, and to eternally live and be blessed, believe in Jesus Christ, and please Him by living in accordance with His Gospel.”
Saint John of Kronstadt (+ 1908)
“My Life in Christ”
Page 508 of the 1994 printing
Prayers for Metr. / Vl. Agafangel of Odessa and his flock
Yet another busy December day X 14, one is missing as I found nothing for (avoiding the not so number):
1990 Pony Sherrell Metcalf, NY, singer, dies of heart attack.
08 December 2021 Ralph Tavares, Cape Verdean-American R&B and soul singer (Tavares – “Heaven Must Be Missing An Angel”), dies at 79
08 December 2021 Barry Harris, American bebop jazz pianist (Cannonball Adderly; Lee Morgan; “The Bird of Red and Gold”), and educator, dies of Covid-19 complications at 91 [1]
08 December 2020 Harold Budd, American avant-garde ambient pianist and composer (The Pavilion of Dreams), dies of Covid-19 at 84 [1]
08 December 2019 Juice Wrld [Jarad Higgins], American rapper and singer-songwriter (All Girls Are the Same, Lucid Dreams), dies of a seizure at Chicago airport at 21
08 December 2015 Bonnie Lou [Mary Joan Okum] American rockabilly musician (“Tennessee Mambo”), dies at 91
08 December 2011 Dick Sims, American Hammond B-3 organist (Bob Seger; Eric Clapton), dies of cancer at 60
08 December 2006 Martha Tilton, American singer (b. 1915)
08 December 2004 “Dimebag” Darrell Abbott, American heavy metal guitarist (Pantera), shot and killed by crazed fan Nathan Gale while performing on stage at 38
08 December 1991 (Wilbur) “Buck” Clayton, American jazz trumpet player (Count Basie; Billie Holiday; Lester Young), and bandleader, dies at 80
08 December 1988 Herbert “Tubo” Rhoad, American baritone acappella singer (Persuasions – “Street Corner Symphony”), dies at 44
Qued from intro but highly recommended watch
08 December 1984 Razzle [Nicholas Dingley], British drummer (Hanoi Rocks), dies at 24
08 December
(1940-1980)
John Winston Ono Lennon (born John Winston Lennon; 9 October 1940 – 8 December 1980) was an English singer, songwriter, musician and peace activist who achieved worldwide fame as the founder, co-songwriter, co-lead vocalist and rhythm guitarist of the Beatles.
Following a five-year hiatus, Lennon returned to music in 1980 with the Ono collaboration Double Fantasy. He was shot and killed by a Beatles fan, Mark David Chapman, three weeks after the album’s release.
08 December 1975 Gary Thain, New Zealand bassist (Uriah Heep, 1972-75), dies of respiratory failure due to a heroin overdose, at 27
Jim Gamble Puppet production… “The Adventures of Peer Gynt”
December 8
MORNING
By love serve one another. Gal. 5:13
Brethren, if a man be overtaken in a fault, ye which are spiritual, restore such an one in the spirit of meekness; considering thyself, lest thou also be tempted. Bear ye one another’s burdens, and so fulfil the law of Christ. Gal. 6:1, 2
Brethren, if any of you do err from the truth, and one convert him; let him know, that he which converteth the sinner from the error of his way shall save a soul from death, and shall hide a multitude of sins. James 5:19, 20
Seeing ye have purified your souls in obeying the truth through the Spirit unto unfeigned love of the brethren, see that ye love one another with a pure heart fervently. I Pet. 1:22
Owe no man any thing, but to love one another: for he that loveth another hath fulfilled the law. Rom. 13:8
Be kindly affectioned one to another in brotherly love; in honour preferring one another. Rom. 12:10
Yea, all of you be subject one to another, and be clothed with humility: for God resisteth the proud, and giveth grace to the humble. I Pet. 5:5
We … that are strong ought to bear the infirmities of the weak, and not to please ourselves. Rom. 15:1
EVENING
The dust shall return to the earth as it was. Ecc. 12:7
It is sown in corruption; it is sown in dishonour; it is sown in weakness; it is sown a natural body. I Cor. 15:42-44
The first man is of the earth, earthy. I Cor. 15:47
Dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return. Gen. 3:19
One dieth in his full strength, being wholly at ease and quiet. And another dieth in the bitterness of his soul, and never eateth with pleasure. They shall lie down alike in the dust, and the worms shall cover them. Job 21:23, 25, 26
My flesh … shall rest in hope. Psa. 16:9
Though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God. Job 19:26
The Lord Jesus Christ shall change our vile body, that it may be fashioned like unto his glorious body, according to the working whereby he is able even to subdue all things unto himself. Phil. 3:20, 21
LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am. Psa. 39:4
So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom. Psa. 90:12
J. Bagster
https://dailylightdevotional.org/12/1208.html
Political unrest. Economic struggles. Covid-19 still. High gas prices. Food shortages. Unprecedented violence. Have you had enough? Are you weary and frustrated? Some are finding that such prolonged seasons of challenge as this can become a breeding ground for hopelessness.
Perhaps you, like many others, are beginning to question: “Why even pray? It’s not working … ”
Oh, but yes, it is!
I want to remind you of a scripture found in the Old Testament:
Little by little I will drive them out from before you, until you have increased, and you inherit the land. And I will set your bounds from the Red Sea to the sea, Philistia, and from the desert to the River. For I will deliver the inhabitants of the land into your hand, and you shall drive them out before you (Exodus 23:30–31 NKJV).
God had delivered the children of Israel from Egypt and was leading them to their Promised Land. He didn’t send them in blindly; He told His people there would be adversaries along the way. He shared with them that there would be battles to fight.
The promise remained, however, that God would deliver the enemy into their hand. As we know, God could have removed every single enemy in a day — after all, He did just that at the Red Sea. This time He did not promise to remove the enemies that way. Instead, He said He would drive them out little by little. Think about that for a moment: It wouldn’t happen quickly or suddenly; no, they would have to keep taking the land, and the battle would be ongoing. That doesn’t sound like much fun, does it?
As always, God kept His word, though, and little by little, every single enemy was driven out. Ultimately, God’s people took the Promised Land, just as He said they would.
It is easy to look around and see what is happening in our world or listen to the local media and decide that things are getting worse, not better. But we must dig deeper. The truth is, change is happening — good change.
We are seeing victories all along the way. For instance, we are seeing parents arise and attend school board meetings with a new passion; we have seen parental-rights victories in Virginia and other states. We are seeing victories in light of the Roe v. Wade overturn, including increasing numbers of sanctuary cities for the unborn. Thousands are praying across this country — for our government and for our nation — to a degree unlike anything I have seen in my lifetime. Prayer groups are meeting weekly (some even daily), and God is moving in our nation.
Exposures of wickedness and corruption are taking place in huge numbers. Countless stories in the media reveal that God is answering our prayers to expose the enemy. According to the latest articles, accountability is coming, and it is coming on all sides.
We are taking back our nation — little by little.
After God spoke in Exodus 23 to tell the people He would drive their enemies out little by little, He confirmed this truth in Deuteronomy 7:22. In doing so, God reiterated that His people would have a part to play in driving out the enemies they would encounter along the way. Yes, God will drive out the darkness, but we have a part to play in removing darkness from our midst.
“For the eyes of the Lord are on the righteous, And His ears are open to their prayers …” (1 Peter 3:12 NKJV).
James 5:16 says: … The earnest (heartfelt, continued) prayer of a righteous man makes tremendous power available [dynamic in its working] (AMPC).
Intercessors across the nation have been praying heartfelt, continuous prayers, and we are beginning to see manifestations of the tremendous power this type of intercession brings forth. For this reason, we must keep praying. We cannot stop now. It is making a difference: Eyes are being opened; change is taking place.
People are beginning to see the mainstream media for what they really are. People are seeking truth — real truth. This is all happening because of those who are crying out to God. God’s ears are open to our prayers. He hears us, and He is responding — our job is to continue to take the land, little by little. Day by day. Month after month. Year after year, if necessary. Remember, we have a part to play.
As we search through the pages of the Bible, we see the awesome results of prayer. These are not just words on a page — they are the manifested power of God. They are God’s answers to the heartfelt prayers of His people. In the same manner, if we look across our nation, we will see that God is still answering the cries of His people.
He is the same God yesterday, today, and forever. He hears our prayers, and He is responding. The darkness is being exposed and driven out through prayer and by the power of God. Be encouraged! Our prayers are producing awesome results.
Believe no less.
https://ifapray.org/blog/darkness-is-being-exposed-keep-praying/
Good morning everyone and happy Thursday. Getting closer to the third Advent, and yet there’s still no snow in Canada so it does not feel like Christmas time. Could still be a slightly cold and dreary mid-November. As a German descendant, my Mom always had a wreath with four red candles that would get lit accordingly. I really enjoyed it as a girl because that wreath meant extra cookies. As an adult and Mom now myself I am working on bringing Advent to my (very) blended family. 21st century style living – Two adults, each has a child of their own, huge age range, would not have it any other way. Wishing you all the best.
PLEASE PRAY FOR ONE ANOTHER
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
Verse of the Day for Thursday, December 8, 2022
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“Not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, as the manner of some is; but exhorting one another: and so much the more, as ye see the day approaching.”
Hebrews 10:25 (KJV)
Thank You, Jesus, for blessings received and prayers answered!!!
Mornin’ all!
Good Morning and Happy Cursday…
The little furball is settling in.
We will start a puppy class tonight. He is learnng so much right now but needs to learn about walking on a leash. We are getting there.
I was on speaker phone with a friend, who offered her own dog a “cookie”…my little guy…heard the word “cookie” and sat…looking at me as if to say…”I can sit…where is the cookie you promised”….
Never in the history of this nation, has there been a more categorical, straight line reference, from the pernicious, counterproductive policies of an administration and the economic doldrums we now experience and the coming Hieronymus Bosch painting we will all be living in, in 2023.
Our “elections” are an international joke, which elevates mediocrities to high station by way of fraud, legerdemain and what is now, boilerplate, progressive prestidigitation that negate the vox populi with an in-your-face criminality exactly like we see in China. The DNC, “One Ring To rule Them All’ party, by way of the power that Mao said, “stems from the end of a gun barrel” now, in conjunction with the Quasi-Stasi-“Intelligence Agencies” stand ready to effect a nightly Kristallnacht on the newly defined, “Enemies Of the State” (Read: “Domestic Terrorists”).
All of this is directed at the whim and caprice of the most corrupt, nefarious and evil politician since Mao. Joe Biden. A drooling, doddering, senile, superannuated sock puppet whose bumptious, Bolshevik blatherskite is repeated reverently by the progressive press pack dogs that sit at his feet in the most evil city in history, Washington D.C., the Radix Malorum of evil.
There is now, NO RULE OF LAW.
What comes next?
Servitude by way of the threat from that same gun barrel.
Some of us will it submit.
Don’t blame O’Biden, his handlers and the Dems. We know what they have done, what they do now and what they will do in the future.
BLAME THE REPUBLICANS “in office” – they’re letting the Dems get away with it.
can someone else tell me what they think of this…
Gateway Pundit article “White Hyundai search in Idaho murder mystery”…
https://www.thegatewaypundit.com/2022/12/idaho-murder-mystery-update-police-searching-white-hyundai-elantra/
Brighteon video debunking Idaho Murder mystery- go to 7:00 mark- is that a white Hyundai next to police vehicle?
https://www.brighteon.com/da59d7c9-1083-4900-b0dd-d7e9ccdbd91f
a Christmas Curs-day treat (be sure you have your hanky handy)
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
The Controlled Opposition WuFlu (was there ever really a “virus”???) narrative!!!
READ and SPREAD!!!
https://michaelpsenger.substack.com/p/drastic-founder-renounces-lab-leak
Good morning, gentle and wonderful Treepers!
We were BLESSED(!) to see this fine gentleman accompanied with his 10 year old daughter Virginia last night in Indianapolis. Virginia sung with him and three songs on her own! She may have even UPSTAGED her dear old Dad. Go check out their family Christmas CD. Sold out at the venue last night, so ordered via Amazon. My teen daughter was enamored. So good. Blessings and love to you all.
(This video must be a bit aged, because Virginia’s singing voice has really increased and matured. Oh my word… they were REMARKABLE. If you can catch them live… DO IT. Sell a cow. Shed some stocks. Sell your first born. LOL)
Andrea Bocelli – Hallelujah (Live at Teatro Regio di Parma) – YouTube
and the extended Family Christmas (about 30 minutes)
Andrea, Matteo & Virginia Bocelli – A Bocelli Family Christmas – YouTube
another beauty from Jon McNaughton – I promise you will love the painting
https://jonmcnaughton.com/saving-a-generation/?mc_cid=d8954ec1b0
President Trump has saved more American lives that any other President in American History. How was this possible? One of the greatest acts that Donald J. Trump during his presidency was to appoint three judges to the Supreme Court of the United States with a profound respect for the Constitution and the life of every unborn child. The monumental overturning of Roe v Wade has made a profound impact upon future generations who will now have a chance for life and the American dream.
The painting was commissioned by AMAC (Association of Mature Americans Citizens) as a special presentation to President Trump in Mar-a Lago, Florida on December 3, 2022.
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Galatians 4 goes into detail of a bond woman and free woman. We are not to be shackled to a bond servant as children of God. Freedom is a relationship with Christ servant or bond slave is the law.
2 issues, one slaves are slaves and have been from the beginning. Skin color has nothing to do with it but there is a distinction in free and bond. if you follow that line of thinking you will see why you would not bind to a bond servant, who they are today and what the down fall is to a bond servant. There were also way to be free, Paul went into those possibilities.
The other issue is coexist comes into play here, it’s not a Godly principle. It’s why it is pushed in our nation to destroy the bonds with Christ. It used to be common sense now we see it differently.
We have given the enemy the means to defeat us.
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Leroy, your link did not go anyplace that I could open. However when I searched the title I got an interview with Dr. Frank Luntz with Center for Policy Studies in Belfast:
This interview is interesting for the personal details. Luntz attended Oxford University when Boris Johnson was also a student there. Luntz conducted a survey of other students that asked all manner of personal questions regarding student sexual activities, and then the last two questions on the survey were about who the respondent supported for leader of the student union, primary and alternate. Apparently most respondents answered truthfully and the survey was unusually accurate, but Luntz’ mother was appalled because the survey wss was reported in the NY Times and she read about the intrusive questions.
Agreed and disagreed strongly with Luntz on several matters. Agreed strongly about the importance of decent education for all. Disagreed on his adulation of Zelensky and demonization of Putin. Regarding Ukraine, Luntz does what he deplores in others by judging Russia as being an entity from an earlier era, and failing to consider the murder and abuse of Russian speakers in Eastern Ukraine since 2014.
Russia has not been the USSR since 1991. Interesting that Luntz still appears to equate the two. I have seen this also in people raised on television fictional history who appear to think that Germany prior to 1933 was a Nazi dictatorship, and remained Nazi after 1945. Truly a blockheaded understanding of what happened to that nation and its people
Apparently one of Senator Ted Cruz’s daughters may be in need of prayer. I won’t repeat the MSM reports which are likely exaggerated. We just need to help those who are on our side.
The fish bowl of hostile media exposure and the long days and hours away from family often takes a toll on the children of public figures. Let’s do the right thing and pray for the Cruz family.
Done.
Good gosh. What virtue signalling wokism. I’m surprised Britain still claims them.
PS. Megyn, your 15 minutes of fame is long gone.
PPS. Harry, good luck with that.
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Harry and Meghan’s attack on ‘racist’ Britain: Prince says the Royal family is ‘part of the problem’ of racism in UK- as Netflix documentary says every British tradition is filled with ‘racist imagery’ and links Brexit to racial prejudice
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-11516413/Harry-Meghans-attack-racist-Britain-Prince-says-Royal-family-problem.html?ito=social-twitter_mailonline
Sundance & everyone; please read the following thread carefully & also the info at the additional link. Linda Rarey (@LRarey on Twit.) seems like a good egg & is retired F.-B.-I. (but has always seemed nice & truthful). She is saying that attacks on power stations seem like “ops” to her & that the recent issue in North Carolina (where power substations were damaged by lots of gunfire) was not the first close to military bases. On her Twit. timeline, she references substation attacks in Oregon & Washington state in late November. She’s wondering if these “ops” are practice runs for something . . . . I don’t want to give bad people any ideas, so I’m not going to speculate. Here are the links:
Blessings to you!
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✝️ Lord, thank You for the day. Amen.