Monday, April 20, 2020

Thoughts on Gulliver

Notice that I placed an attachment to Gulliver's Travels as a link on the sidebar of the Blog today!

I love that story and this is not the first time that I have seen the relationship between Gulliver and the 1689 confession.

This time, I have seen the beauty of the Irish people's ability to see the true beauty and power of a thing in its inception. I think that is what happened to Swift when he saw the 1689 confession.  I thought this of myself, but I don't think I have ever met anyone else who put it quite as beautifully as Swift did.

I know that you disagree with me, but let me get my argument out before you shut me up.

God took us from a far country in our thinking to love and embrace the 1689 confession.  We were privy to several seasons, at least 3 different times learning the confession in Sunday school.  What a beautiful experience.  How truly stimulating in mind and spirit to study issues that great men actually agreed on!  Often we study things that made people disagree.  But this is an exercise in coming to a common thought on several subjects, through the scriptures.

We realized just how very hard it was when someone in our church suggested that we attempt to come to agreement on some contemporary subjects and create a 1989 confession.  We couldn't do it.  We never did accomplish that Herculean task and so we suffice it to place our hands in and agree with the people in 1689.  Leaving our contemporary issues to flail in the breeze of disagreement.

There is safety and life in learning to submit yourself to elders and to a confession, in your thinking.  It gives you a view of issues in your own day that is from above.  Not in the same way that praise takes you above your calamities, but in a more intellectual way.  I would love it if we could go through the book together and write our observations in relation to the 1689 or Heidleberg, which is your own chosen confession, of late.  In any case,  I am looking forward to the discussions on this train of thought.


Your Obedient Servant,

Mom
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Sunday, April 12, 2020

Easter Sunday Sky!

Samuel’s heart was born out of Hannah’s vow?


Where is the passion that sees the loss of our generation and commits to point her children in the direction of the spiritual conflict?

It is a passion that is born of loss?

it is a passion that is born of grief and pain?

It is a passion that is born of non-negotiable obedience to Christ and not the mores?  

Help, Lord!


She Laughs at the time to come, after she has mourned at the present state of the Church…

Christ showed me that in the clouds this morning.2 eyes and 2 i’s  in the sky and chicken little blowing the trumpet.  Usually I see just the sound coming out of the horn, today it was who was blowing it.

the  same little forlorn chick who misread the apple on his head as part of the sky had grown into the mighty Rooster who shows the power of Jesus coming in the clouds of glory is a victorious occurrence for Christ’s Mighty Church and bride!  It made me laugh.  It was too funny
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Title- The Studious One!

Title- The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse

Of biscuits and syrup

Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats

Happy Saturday!

Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.

Widdle Emmie in outer space school

Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.

Midnight at the OASIS

Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville

My little Emmie

ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!

My Father and I 1989

My Father and I 1989

to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme

A VISIT TO PAPA











Are you going to Mary Immaculate?

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



Remember me to the one who lived there,



He once was a true love of mine,



Tell him to buy me an acre of land,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,



Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,



Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,



Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.



Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



After your done 50 pushups



and jog down the West Side Highway,



Then he’ll be a true love of mine…

(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)





He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.