Best Wishes for a Happy New Year to all of you!
O LORD,
Length of days does not profit me except the days are passed
in thy presence, in thy service, to thy glory.
Give me a grace that precedes, follows, guides, sustains,
sanctifies, aids every hour,
that I may not be one moment apart from thee,
but may rely on thy Spirit,,,
...Give me thy grace to sanctify me,
thy comforts to cheer,
thy wisdom to teach,
thy right hand to guide,
thy counsel to instruct,
thy law to judge,
thy presence to stabilize.
May thy fear be my awe,
thy triumphs my joy.
--from The Valley of Vision, New Year
Friday, December 31, 2010
Friday, December 24, 2010
Thursday, December 16, 2010
A Father's Role
In this article, found on the Gospel Coalition website today, it talks about how important the father's role in church attendance is to the spiritual growth and church attendance of his children as they mature into adulthood.
There are some sobering statistics cited.
There are some sobering statistics cited.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
While Shoveling Snow...
It is another brisk and snowy morning here. Yet, I must be thankful that we did not get near as much snow as our neighbors in Butler County or even up in Grove City, where my son lives. It seems this little snow storm, with it's lake effect bands, really dumped in some places and yet left others relatively unscathed. Although, since Monday, I have had to shovel and plow each day the couple of inches that came during the late afternoon and evening giving the appearance that I had done nothing at all in the morning hours.
This morning, when I went out, I was greeted with a sweet smell. At first I couldn't put my finger (nose) on it, but then it came to me...wood smoke. I looked around at the neighbors' chimneys until I spotted the lovely smoke rising like whispers from it's brick surroundings. Then I remembered...Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's fireplace, nor his wood burner, nor the fragrance that emanates thereof. There is yet another sin for which I need to repent.
I miss my wood burner.
Going out to the "big city" today. I haven't been anywhere since Sunday. Haircut, groceries, pharmacy, apple guy (I need cider), food gift delivery and a stop for the hubby at Busy Beaver. Busy day.
Lord, Help me, for I am often lukewarm and chill;
unbelief mars my confidence,
sin makes me forget thee
Let the weeds that grow in my soul be cut at their roots.
--from Resting on God in the book, Valley of Visions
This morning, when I went out, I was greeted with a sweet smell. At first I couldn't put my finger (nose) on it, but then it came to me...wood smoke. I looked around at the neighbors' chimneys until I spotted the lovely smoke rising like whispers from it's brick surroundings. Then I remembered...Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's fireplace, nor his wood burner, nor the fragrance that emanates thereof. There is yet another sin for which I need to repent.
I miss my wood burner.
Going out to the "big city" today. I haven't been anywhere since Sunday. Haircut, groceries, pharmacy, apple guy (I need cider), food gift delivery and a stop for the hubby at Busy Beaver. Busy day.
Lord, Help me, for I am often lukewarm and chill;
unbelief mars my confidence,
sin makes me forget thee
Let the weeds that grow in my soul be cut at their roots.
--from Resting on God in the book, Valley of Visions
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Observations While Shopping During the Christmas Season
A"quick" trip to the local grocery store and farmer's market to pick up some apples, milk and beer (for making the best chili), turned into an extended shopping trip.
First stop was "The Apple Guy". Bless his heart, he will be there with apples and cider until just before Christmas--in any weather. It is a delightful day (in comparison to what we have had lately) and we were able to chat a bit.
Next stop, Shop N Save. I'm sure it is Shop and Save, but that is not how it is said in Western PA. Example: "I'm go'n dawn to the Shop N Save ta git some milk n'at." Well, it seems that this store was the place to be! It was packed, no doubt with the regular Saturday shoppers, but with those stocking up for the coming snow storm, not to mention the ladies laden with sugar and spices ready to do some baking. I only came for milk. In my cart were bananas, Hershey kisses (baking, of course), eggs (more baking) and finally, milk. Upon turning the corner to head to the checkout, there were a sea of people waiting in lines. The first checkout land is the "Express" lane. That line was weaving all the way back to the deli counter. Bad sign. It wasn't long before I could see it was breaking up and there were rumors being spread that the register was down...indeed, the light was out. So, all those folks headed for the already crowed regular checkout lanes. These lanes were now headed back the aisles, which was making navigation interesting. I picked a lane that looked reasonable. By "reasonable", I mean that five people ahead of me did not have carts full to the brim for the next two weeks.
It is during my waiting time, that I was watch and listen to the people around me. Behind me, old friends had found each other and there was much teasing and laughter. Several people ahead of me, a woman, who was clearly put out about something, was expressing a stone cold face to the poor cashier. There was some sort of issue with one of her purchases that required a change of cashiers, and this woman had to make a trip to the front desk. The woman just ahead of me, smiling a pleasant carrying her clementines, said something nice to the new cashier. I don't know what was said, but her expression changed to being on the verge of tears to a smile. Words really can be gifts of gold wrapped in silver boxes.
Packing up my meager purchases, I headed off to the pizza shop where I can purchases single bottles of beer. Since it was a nice day, I thought I would make the walk down the sidewalk and through the closed in part of the shopping center, to the pizza shop...praying my hip didn't give out. Inside this little mini, and I do mean "mini" mall, Santa was seeing little ones. I knew it before I opened the door...there was a screaming child outside with her grandma. "I don't want to see him!!!" Inside there was a short line, but also screaming children and a I wonder if Santa may not have been the problem, but the person dressed as a reindeer. Creepy.
Safely out the door, I headed to the pizza shop. Usually this place is busy, but it was strangely quiet...ahh, not quite lunch time. There was a man making pizza dough by hand, who said he would be right with me. I set my groceries down and waited several minutes until a young man appeared from the kitchen (who apparently could not wait on me until he put the hood on from his sweatshirt....then promptly removed it when I told him what I needed. There are things I don't understand. I asked for some Black and Tan. Well, it seems that they were out of Black and Tan. He asked if a Porter would do. Now, of course, my beer knowledge is very limited, but I knew I needed something dark for the chili. Along comes a customer from the back corner for a refill from the tap (it is just past 11 am). The clerk asked him if a Porter is what I needed. He said that, indeed, a Porter is darker and would be a great choice. This little town is full of helpful people--really. You never know when one is going to show up. The man making the pizza dough hollered that the gentleman was an expert. OK then. Upon leaving, I noticed a small sign, "Beer makes everything better." Now I know.
Packing up all my bags again, I head for the car. The sun is shining the temperature is above freezing, I now know that beer makes everything better. I can clean the bathroom and do some laundry knowing that I have learned much today.
**CORRECTION It seems that the store really is Shop 'N Save...figures...Western Pennsylvania.
O LORD GOD,
There is no blessing we implore but thou art able to give,
hast promised to give,
hast given already to countless multitudes,
all unworthy and guilty like ourselves;
Make us willing to receive the supply of our need from thy bounty....
...Help us to be in the Spirit on the Lord's Day,
to enter upon the sabbath mindful of it solemnities, duties,
and privileges,
setting all things worldly aside while we worship thee.
--an excerpt from Future Blessings, from the Valley of Vision
First stop was "The Apple Guy". Bless his heart, he will be there with apples and cider until just before Christmas--in any weather. It is a delightful day (in comparison to what we have had lately) and we were able to chat a bit.
Next stop, Shop N Save. I'm sure it is Shop and Save, but that is not how it is said in Western PA. Example: "I'm go'n dawn to the Shop N Save ta git some milk n'at." Well, it seems that this store was the place to be! It was packed, no doubt with the regular Saturday shoppers, but with those stocking up for the coming snow storm, not to mention the ladies laden with sugar and spices ready to do some baking. I only came for milk. In my cart were bananas, Hershey kisses (baking, of course), eggs (more baking) and finally, milk. Upon turning the corner to head to the checkout, there were a sea of people waiting in lines. The first checkout land is the "Express" lane. That line was weaving all the way back to the deli counter. Bad sign. It wasn't long before I could see it was breaking up and there were rumors being spread that the register was down...indeed, the light was out. So, all those folks headed for the already crowed regular checkout lanes. These lanes were now headed back the aisles, which was making navigation interesting. I picked a lane that looked reasonable. By "reasonable", I mean that five people ahead of me did not have carts full to the brim for the next two weeks.
It is during my waiting time, that I was watch and listen to the people around me. Behind me, old friends had found each other and there was much teasing and laughter. Several people ahead of me, a woman, who was clearly put out about something, was expressing a stone cold face to the poor cashier. There was some sort of issue with one of her purchases that required a change of cashiers, and this woman had to make a trip to the front desk. The woman just ahead of me, smiling a pleasant carrying her clementines, said something nice to the new cashier. I don't know what was said, but her expression changed to being on the verge of tears to a smile. Words really can be gifts of gold wrapped in silver boxes.
Packing up my meager purchases, I headed off to the pizza shop where I can purchases single bottles of beer. Since it was a nice day, I thought I would make the walk down the sidewalk and through the closed in part of the shopping center, to the pizza shop...praying my hip didn't give out. Inside this little mini, and I do mean "mini" mall, Santa was seeing little ones. I knew it before I opened the door...there was a screaming child outside with her grandma. "I don't want to see him!!!" Inside there was a short line, but also screaming children and a I wonder if Santa may not have been the problem, but the person dressed as a reindeer. Creepy.
Safely out the door, I headed to the pizza shop. Usually this place is busy, but it was strangely quiet...ahh, not quite lunch time. There was a man making pizza dough by hand, who said he would be right with me. I set my groceries down and waited several minutes until a young man appeared from the kitchen (who apparently could not wait on me until he put the hood on from his sweatshirt....then promptly removed it when I told him what I needed. There are things I don't understand. I asked for some Black and Tan. Well, it seems that they were out of Black and Tan. He asked if a Porter would do. Now, of course, my beer knowledge is very limited, but I knew I needed something dark for the chili. Along comes a customer from the back corner for a refill from the tap (it is just past 11 am). The clerk asked him if a Porter is what I needed. He said that, indeed, a Porter is darker and would be a great choice. This little town is full of helpful people--really. You never know when one is going to show up. The man making the pizza dough hollered that the gentleman was an expert. OK then. Upon leaving, I noticed a small sign, "Beer makes everything better." Now I know.
Packing up all my bags again, I head for the car. The sun is shining the temperature is above freezing, I now know that beer makes everything better. I can clean the bathroom and do some laundry knowing that I have learned much today.
**CORRECTION It seems that the store really is Shop 'N Save...figures...Western Pennsylvania.
O LORD GOD,
There is no blessing we implore but thou art able to give,
hast promised to give,
hast given already to countless multitudes,
all unworthy and guilty like ourselves;
Make us willing to receive the supply of our need from thy bounty....
...Help us to be in the Spirit on the Lord's Day,
to enter upon the sabbath mindful of it solemnities, duties,
and privileges,
setting all things worldly aside while we worship thee.
--an excerpt from Future Blessings, from the Valley of Vision
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Winter Delight
The 2011 Johnny's Selected Seeds catalog arrived yesterday! It is full of the lovely colors of spring and summer fruits, veggies, herbs and flowers. A true delight during this cold spell.
Those Christmas cards may have to wait for a bit...
Thy bounty is seen
in the relations that train us,
the laws the defend us,
the homes that shelter us,
the food that builds us,
the raiment that comforts us,
the continuance of our health, members, senses,
understanding, memory, affection will...
...May we be alive to every call of duty, accepting without question
thy determination of our circumstances and our service.
--an excerpt from Bounty, from the Valley of Vision
Those Christmas cards may have to wait for a bit...
Thy bounty is seen
in the relations that train us,
the laws the defend us,
the homes that shelter us,
the food that builds us,
the raiment that comforts us,
the continuance of our health, members, senses,
understanding, memory, affection will...
...May we be alive to every call of duty, accepting without question
thy determination of our circumstances and our service.
--an excerpt from Bounty, from the Valley of Vision
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Big Sis on the Big Screen at Wal Mart
One of my favorite blogs is Granny Miller. This woman really does know so very much about life and living it in an agrarian, true American way. She has taught me so much!
This is from her latest post:
Walmart is Helping Big Brother With Propaganda
While Katherine and I do not agree on everything, she has a great deal of wisdom.
I'll let you ponder her insights.
This is from her latest post:
Walmart is Helping Big Brother With Propaganda
While Katherine and I do not agree on everything, she has a great deal of wisdom.
I'll let you ponder her insights.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Election Day 2010
This was my third election where I was able to actually work at the polls. A poll worker. Not a person handing out literature, combs or nail files, but a real poll worker. My job was to take the voter's name and check to see if there was any request from the county election board for ID and have the voter sign their name, checking their signature, of course.
It was a most interesting day. There was a line outside before the polls even opened at 7 am. and there was a steady stream of folks most of the day. We had a few times where there was a line, but it just seemed to be steady.
There were several things that I observed throughout the day that were very interesting to me. The first being the number of voters. Our precinct have a 60% voter turnout! Second, were the number of folks who had not voted for some time. Those who had not voted since the card system/touch screens had been introduced. We had to rescue folks who correctly signed in on our side of the room, ( there are two precincts in one room--granted, it is confusing) but tried to go to the other side across the "chain fence" , of sorts, that divides the precincts to vote. Many needed instruction on using the machines. There were even three people who were listed as "inactive" who came to vote. I think you have to have not voted for a over ten years (I don't really know, but it is a long time) to be considered "inactive". This signals to me that folks were very interested in this election! Third, there were a number of parents who brought their children to purposely show them the entire procedure. One mom proudly dressed her boys in red and wore a red "Don't Tread On Me" sweatshirt! She told me, "We all wore red today!" All I could do was smile--I have to remain neutral. I wanted to cheer all these parents who were educating their kids on our freedoms.
Working the polls is a long day. One needs to be at the polls by 6 am to get things set up and check for any "bugs". The machines all need to be run to make sure there are all zeros. There are a lot of things going on in the background. Folks who are at the wrong polling place, name changes, cards not working correctly, handicap folks who need assistance and snacks...can't forget the snacks!
By 8 pm everyone is beat and it is time to tear things down. The machines are run to tally the votes and the information is all gathered to take to the courthouse. (Did you know that a copy of the tally of votes from each machine is posted at the polling place before we leave the building?) The machines are folded up and placed in the car along with all the paper work. It takes almost an hour to get everything in order. Then, the judge of elections and I (since I'm the majority inspector) take everything to the courthouse.
So, home by 9:30 p.m. and ready for a shower and off to bed.
Even though I am new to the area (six years is still new around here), I am starting to see folks I've met and they will say "hello"! Both of my physical therapists and my surgeon said "hello" as well as a couple of neighbors. Everyone else at the table has lived in the county all their lives, so it is a great time for them to see old friends. I am happy that my number is expanding just a bit.
No matter who folks were voting for, it was a good day. People exercised their freedom in large numbers.
O Holy Father, thou hast freely given thy Son,
O Divine Son, thou hast freely paid my debt,
O Eternal Spirit, thou doest freely bid me come,
O Triune God, thou dost freely grace me with salvation.
...To enjoy thee is life eternal, and to enjoy is to know.
Keep me in the freedom of experiencing thy salvation continually.
It was a most interesting day. There was a line outside before the polls even opened at 7 am. and there was a steady stream of folks most of the day. We had a few times where there was a line, but it just seemed to be steady.
There were several things that I observed throughout the day that were very interesting to me. The first being the number of voters. Our precinct have a 60% voter turnout! Second, were the number of folks who had not voted for some time. Those who had not voted since the card system/touch screens had been introduced. We had to rescue folks who correctly signed in on our side of the room, ( there are two precincts in one room--granted, it is confusing) but tried to go to the other side across the "chain fence" , of sorts, that divides the precincts to vote. Many needed instruction on using the machines. There were even three people who were listed as "inactive" who came to vote. I think you have to have not voted for a over ten years (I don't really know, but it is a long time) to be considered "inactive". This signals to me that folks were very interested in this election! Third, there were a number of parents who brought their children to purposely show them the entire procedure. One mom proudly dressed her boys in red and wore a red "Don't Tread On Me" sweatshirt! She told me, "We all wore red today!" All I could do was smile--I have to remain neutral. I wanted to cheer all these parents who were educating their kids on our freedoms.
Working the polls is a long day. One needs to be at the polls by 6 am to get things set up and check for any "bugs". The machines all need to be run to make sure there are all zeros. There are a lot of things going on in the background. Folks who are at the wrong polling place, name changes, cards not working correctly, handicap folks who need assistance and snacks...can't forget the snacks!
By 8 pm everyone is beat and it is time to tear things down. The machines are run to tally the votes and the information is all gathered to take to the courthouse. (Did you know that a copy of the tally of votes from each machine is posted at the polling place before we leave the building?) The machines are folded up and placed in the car along with all the paper work. It takes almost an hour to get everything in order. Then, the judge of elections and I (since I'm the majority inspector) take everything to the courthouse.
So, home by 9:30 p.m. and ready for a shower and off to bed.
Even though I am new to the area (six years is still new around here), I am starting to see folks I've met and they will say "hello"! Both of my physical therapists and my surgeon said "hello" as well as a couple of neighbors. Everyone else at the table has lived in the county all their lives, so it is a great time for them to see old friends. I am happy that my number is expanding just a bit.
No matter who folks were voting for, it was a good day. People exercised their freedom in large numbers.
O Holy Father, thou hast freely given thy Son,
O Divine Son, thou hast freely paid my debt,
O Eternal Spirit, thou doest freely bid me come,
O Triune God, thou dost freely grace me with salvation.
...To enjoy thee is life eternal, and to enjoy is to know.
Keep me in the freedom of experiencing thy salvation continually.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
More Reformation Day Information
Ligonier Ministries has some great stuff! Today their blog post included the article entitled, What is Reformation Day All About?
I trust your Reformation Day was a grand one!
I trust your Reformation Day was a grand one!
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Reformation Day
WHAT IS REFORMATION DAY?
Reformation Day is an important liturgical festival that is celebrated by Lutherans and Christians of many Protestant denominations. It commemorates Dr. Martin Luther's posting of his Ninety-five Theses on the door of the Castle Church in Wittenberg, Germany on October 31, 1517. This act triggered the movement in world history known as the Reformation. While the historical date for the observance of Reformation is October 31st, most churches celebrate it on the last Sunday in October.
WHAT WAS THE REFORMATION?
While it had profound and lasting impacts on the political, economic, social, literary, and artistic aspects of modern society, the Reformation was at its heart a religious movement. The Reformation was the great rediscovery of the doctrine of justification, that is, the good news of salvation by grace through faith for Christ's sake.
Check out more information on the Reformation and its history here.
Enjoy A Mighty Fortress is our God written by Luther based on Psalm 46.
John Calvin, another reformer, wrote this song, I Greet Thee Who My Sure Redeemer Art.
Happy Reformation Day!
Reformation Day is an important liturgical festival that is celebrated by Lutherans and Christians of many Protestant denominations. It commemorates Dr. Martin Luther's posting of his Ninety-five Theses on the door of the Castle Church in Wittenberg, Germany on October 31, 1517. This act triggered the movement in world history known as the Reformation. While the historical date for the observance of Reformation is October 31st, most churches celebrate it on the last Sunday in October.
WHAT WAS THE REFORMATION?
While it had profound and lasting impacts on the political, economic, social, literary, and artistic aspects of modern society, the Reformation was at its heart a religious movement. The Reformation was the great rediscovery of the doctrine of justification, that is, the good news of salvation by grace through faith for Christ's sake.
Check out more information on the Reformation and its history here.
Enjoy A Mighty Fortress is our God written by Luther based on Psalm 46.
John Calvin, another reformer, wrote this song, I Greet Thee Who My Sure Redeemer Art.
Happy Reformation Day!
Friday, October 22, 2010
Busy Fall Day
O LORD OF GRACE,
The world is before me this day,
and I am weak and fearful,
but I look to thee for strength;...
Be thou my arm to support,
my strength to stand, my light to see,
my feet to run, my shield to protect,
my sword to repel, my sun to warm
--an excerpt from God All-Sufficient, from The Valley of Vision
Usually I sign off with something from Valley of Vision or something similar, but today was very busy with cleaning and laundry and cutting grass. I overdid it a bit. My legs were pretty wobbly and I was just having a rough time late this afternoon. This really spoke to me and I wanted to share it with you.
The world is before me this day,
and I am weak and fearful,
but I look to thee for strength;...
Be thou my arm to support,
my strength to stand, my light to see,
my feet to run, my shield to protect,
my sword to repel, my sun to warm
--an excerpt from God All-Sufficient, from The Valley of Vision
Usually I sign off with something from Valley of Vision or something similar, but today was very busy with cleaning and laundry and cutting grass. I overdid it a bit. My legs were pretty wobbly and I was just having a rough time late this afternoon. This really spoke to me and I wanted to share it with you.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
More Thoughts on Sabbath Keeping
This was posted by Lee Wishing, who has a regular column with WORLD Magazine (for whom my son-in-law worked for several years), on the Grove City College Vision and Values site.
Entitled, Sabbath Wrestling, the piece certainly is aptly named. When you read the comment section, you'll understand.
Remember the Sabbath day by keeping it holy. Six days you shall labor and do all your work, but the seventh day is a Sabbath to the LORD your God. On it you shall not do any work, neither you, nor your son or daughter, not your manservant or maidservant, nor your animals, nor the alien within your gates. For in six days the LORD made the heavens and the earth, the sea, and all that is in them, but he rested on the seventh day. Therefore the LORD blessed the Sabbath day and made it holy. Exodus 20: 8-11 (NIV)
"Of all the commandments, which is the most important?"
"The most important one," answered Jesus, "is this: 'Hear, O Israel, the Lord our God, the Lord is one. Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.' The second is this: 'Love your neighbor as yourself.' There is no commandment greater than these." Mark 12: 28c-31. (NIV)
Entitled, Sabbath Wrestling, the piece certainly is aptly named. When you read the comment section, you'll understand.
Remember the Sabbath day by keeping it holy. Six days you shall labor and do all your work, but the seventh day is a Sabbath to the LORD your God. On it you shall not do any work, neither you, nor your son or daughter, not your manservant or maidservant, nor your animals, nor the alien within your gates. For in six days the LORD made the heavens and the earth, the sea, and all that is in them, but he rested on the seventh day. Therefore the LORD blessed the Sabbath day and made it holy. Exodus 20: 8-11 (NIV)
"Of all the commandments, which is the most important?"
"The most important one," answered Jesus, "is this: 'Hear, O Israel, the Lord our God, the Lord is one. Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.' The second is this: 'Love your neighbor as yourself.' There is no commandment greater than these." Mark 12: 28c-31. (NIV)
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Inversion Update
It is going to be a busy day today. Sheets are in the washing machine as we "speak" and there is more to wash. I've also been invited to a Quilt Show this afternoon. It has been quite some time since I've been to a show, so this will be a treat. Along with spending time with a new friend.
The Inversion Table that we bought has been very helpful. I'm trying to use it twice a day for about 3-5 minutes. The last few days it has only been once a day for about 5 minutes. The days have been slipping by quickly. It seems I wake up behind schedule! Anyway, it seems to give my hip some relief and I am seeing improvement in my ability to walk longer distances. I hope this helps. It was beginning to look like I needed an handicap sign for the car!
O LORD GOD,
There is no blessing we implore but thou art able to give,
hast promised to give,
hast given already to countless multitudes,
all unworthy and guilty like ourselves;...
Let us be at thy disposal for the duties and events of life,
submit our preferences to thy wisdom and will,
resign our enjoyments if thou shouldest require it
as our absolute proprietor and best friend....
Help us to be in the Spirit on the Lord's Day,
to enter upon the sabbath mindful of its solemnities, duties,
privileges,
setting all things worldly aside while we worship thee.
--an excerpt from FUTURE BLESSINGS, Seventh Day Evening, from The Valley of Vision
The Inversion Table that we bought has been very helpful. I'm trying to use it twice a day for about 3-5 minutes. The last few days it has only been once a day for about 5 minutes. The days have been slipping by quickly. It seems I wake up behind schedule! Anyway, it seems to give my hip some relief and I am seeing improvement in my ability to walk longer distances. I hope this helps. It was beginning to look like I needed an handicap sign for the car!
O LORD GOD,
There is no blessing we implore but thou art able to give,
hast promised to give,
hast given already to countless multitudes,
all unworthy and guilty like ourselves;...
Let us be at thy disposal for the duties and events of life,
submit our preferences to thy wisdom and will,
resign our enjoyments if thou shouldest require it
as our absolute proprietor and best friend....
Help us to be in the Spirit on the Lord's Day,
to enter upon the sabbath mindful of its solemnities, duties,
privileges,
setting all things worldly aside while we worship thee.
--an excerpt from FUTURE BLESSINGS, Seventh Day Evening, from The Valley of Vision
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Rejecting the Kingdoms of this World
This was on the Ligonier blog the other day. I just am now getting around to reading it.
Augustine had great perspective.
Augustine had great perspective.
One Man's Look at the Sabbath Keeping Issue
This excerpt from an upcoming book, Is the Sabbath Still Required for Christians?, was posted on Justin Taylor's blog. This is one man's answer to my Sabbath keeping question.
I think the comments are interesting to read as well.
Yes, I do believe the Lord's Day is what we observe and the ceremonial and dietary laws do not apply. We are not saved by keeping the Law, but, I believe, we show our obedience through our attempts at keeping it.
This is what the Westminster Confession says on, Of the Law of God.
Here is what the Westminster Larger Catechism says, beginning with Question/Answer #99.
We are not saved by the keeping of the Sabbath, or the Lord's Day. I do believe biblically, that Christ summarizes the moral law when he said we are to love the Lord with all our heart, soul, mind and strength, and our neighbor as ourselves. G. I. Williamson, in his commentary on the Confession, says that we may rightly infer the divisions of the law of God in this statement.
I admit, that I am not a theologian and do not know enough of my Westminster Confession. That said, I'm not sure that I agree with the article on Mr. Taylor's blog.
The Gospel frees us from the killing judgment of the Law. It liberates us from the curse of Law; but it never denigrates the Law of God. The Gospel saves us not from duty, but unto duty by which the Law of God is established. --R. C. Sproul in the forward to Reasons for Duty, by John H. Gerstner
I think the comments are interesting to read as well.
Yes, I do believe the Lord's Day is what we observe and the ceremonial and dietary laws do not apply. We are not saved by keeping the Law, but, I believe, we show our obedience through our attempts at keeping it.
This is what the Westminster Confession says on, Of the Law of God.
Here is what the Westminster Larger Catechism says, beginning with Question/Answer #99.
We are not saved by the keeping of the Sabbath, or the Lord's Day. I do believe biblically, that Christ summarizes the moral law when he said we are to love the Lord with all our heart, soul, mind and strength, and our neighbor as ourselves. G. I. Williamson, in his commentary on the Confession, says that we may rightly infer the divisions of the law of God in this statement.
I admit, that I am not a theologian and do not know enough of my Westminster Confession. That said, I'm not sure that I agree with the article on Mr. Taylor's blog.
The Gospel frees us from the killing judgment of the Law. It liberates us from the curse of Law; but it never denigrates the Law of God. The Gospel saves us not from duty, but unto duty by which the Law of God is established. --R. C. Sproul in the forward to Reasons for Duty, by John H. Gerstner
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
A Wonderful Fall Day!
It was supposed to rain and be dreary today. We were blessed with a beautiful blue sky and a delightfully comfortable temperature in the mid to upper 60s. My husband and I even enjoyed lunch on the porch. Those days are rapidly coming to and end I am afraid.
The forecast says that we will get our first frost tonight. And if anybody is going to get a frost it will be us. It seems we live in just the "right" spot.
With that in mind, I asked my hubby to start our little tiller (the thing works well, but the carburetor is gunked up and it is horrible to start). Since he will be running the big tiller on the Ford tractor over the bulk of the garden, I pulled up some corn stalks that finished a short row of late broccoli and Brussels sprouts. I figure that he can run the big tiller whenever he wants and the garlic will be close to the edge and not be bothered.
It was wonderful to be out in the sun and getting my hands dirty...and knees. I have come to realize that I really enjoy the digging and planting part of gardening. The weeding and picking--not so much.
It was a wonderful, productive and busy day.
Increase my faith in the clear knowledge of
atonement achieved, expiation completed,
satisfaction made, guilt done away,
my debt paid, my sins forgiven,
my person redeemed, my soul saved,
hell vanquished, heaven opened, eternity made mine.
--a selection from The Spirit's Work from The Valley of Vision
The forecast says that we will get our first frost tonight. And if anybody is going to get a frost it will be us. It seems we live in just the "right" spot.
With that in mind, I asked my hubby to start our little tiller (the thing works well, but the carburetor is gunked up and it is horrible to start). Since he will be running the big tiller on the Ford tractor over the bulk of the garden, I pulled up some corn stalks that finished a short row of late broccoli and Brussels sprouts. I figure that he can run the big tiller whenever he wants and the garlic will be close to the edge and not be bothered.
It was wonderful to be out in the sun and getting my hands dirty...and knees. I have come to realize that I really enjoy the digging and planting part of gardening. The weeding and picking--not so much.
It was a wonderful, productive and busy day.
Increase my faith in the clear knowledge of
atonement achieved, expiation completed,
satisfaction made, guilt done away,
my debt paid, my sins forgiven,
my person redeemed, my soul saved,
hell vanquished, heaven opened, eternity made mine.
--a selection from The Spirit's Work from The Valley of Vision
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Sabbath Keeping
Our Sunday school class is looking at what the PCA, my denomination, believes on certain issues. The last several weeks has been on worship. Today, we were ending the worship discussion and the homework that we were to read included a section of the Westminster Confession of Faith (scroll down to pages 19 & 20) and it's statements about the Sabbath or Sunday and what is expected. The last part of the section on "Religious Worship and the Sabbath Day" says this:
viii. This Sabbath is then kept holy unto the Lord, when men, after a due preparing of their hearts, and ordering of their common affairs beforehand, do not only observe an holy rest, all the day, from their own works, words, and thoughts about their worldly employments and recreations;(1) but also are taken up, the whole time, in the public and private exercises of His worship, and in the duties of necessity and mercy.(2)
(1) Ex 20:8; Ex 16:23,25,26,29,30; Ex 31:15; Ne 13:15-19,21,22.
(2) Isa 58:13; Mt 12:1-13.
Now, I don't know if we ran out of time, which happens a great deal, but we never got here. Our family does not keep the Sabbath perfectly--not even close--but I would love someone to make a stand about this!! Does God change his mind? What about the way He talks about the keeping of the Sabbath in the Old Testament? I think He is serious. Sunday has become another Saturday. Our culture has lost any concept of what this day really means and the reason God commanded it. Many think that if they have attended church service, they are done--card is punched. We can do whatever we want.
Of course, I am old enough to remember the days when the stores were all closed on Sunday, except for the drug store for a few hours. It was a great scandal when our local corner store opened at noon for people to get the Sunday paper. My dad told me that they were only permitted to read the Bible or nap on Sundays when he was a boy. They were not even permitted to read the Sunday comic strip. How far we have come.
I just want to know if God has changed or if our culture has perverted this day so badly that it seems that it cannot be redeemed.
If God commanded a day of rest, he has good reasons. We work against this perfect plan when we disobey. Will there be some sort of judgement on our nation, or on us personally? I don't really know.
I want to understand how to do Sunday in an obedient way. Please tell me how!!
No doubt, I need to start with blogging on Sunday. This was something I had to get off my chest.
O LORD,
We commune with thee every day,
but week days are worldly days,
and secular concerns reduce heavenly impressions.
We bless the therefore for the day sacred to our souls
when we can wait upon thee and be refreshed...
--an excerpt from Worship from the Valley of Vision
viii. This Sabbath is then kept holy unto the Lord, when men, after a due preparing of their hearts, and ordering of their common affairs beforehand, do not only observe an holy rest, all the day, from their own works, words, and thoughts about their worldly employments and recreations;(1) but also are taken up, the whole time, in the public and private exercises of His worship, and in the duties of necessity and mercy.(2)
(1) Ex 20:8; Ex 16:23,25,26,29,30; Ex 31:15; Ne 13:15-19,21,22.
(2) Isa 58:13; Mt 12:1-13.
Now, I don't know if we ran out of time, which happens a great deal, but we never got here. Our family does not keep the Sabbath perfectly--not even close--but I would love someone to make a stand about this!! Does God change his mind? What about the way He talks about the keeping of the Sabbath in the Old Testament? I think He is serious. Sunday has become another Saturday. Our culture has lost any concept of what this day really means and the reason God commanded it. Many think that if they have attended church service, they are done--card is punched. We can do whatever we want.
Of course, I am old enough to remember the days when the stores were all closed on Sunday, except for the drug store for a few hours. It was a great scandal when our local corner store opened at noon for people to get the Sunday paper. My dad told me that they were only permitted to read the Bible or nap on Sundays when he was a boy. They were not even permitted to read the Sunday comic strip. How far we have come.
I just want to know if God has changed or if our culture has perverted this day so badly that it seems that it cannot be redeemed.
If God commanded a day of rest, he has good reasons. We work against this perfect plan when we disobey. Will there be some sort of judgement on our nation, or on us personally? I don't really know.
I want to understand how to do Sunday in an obedient way. Please tell me how!!
No doubt, I need to start with blogging on Sunday. This was something I had to get off my chest.
O LORD,
We commune with thee every day,
but week days are worldly days,
and secular concerns reduce heavenly impressions.
We bless the therefore for the day sacred to our souls
when we can wait upon thee and be refreshed...
--an excerpt from Worship from the Valley of Vision
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Fall and the Love of Apples
The western Pennsylvania area had been pretty dry until lately. We have received a good amount of rain and I can't seem to remember when I last saw the sun. The days have been damp and dreary. It got cold enough in the house so that we finally had to turn the furnace on Monday. The dear weather man says that the sun is coming and that the weekend looks to be beautiful! I'm looking forward to hanging out with Hazel, my John Deere tractor, and soak up some Vitamin D while I cut the grass. It certainly has liked this rain and cool weather!
The one thing I love most about fall is the apples! One batch of applesauce is canned. I don't know if I'll do more since we have so much left over, but applesauce is my favorite thing to can. The house smells amazing! We bought our first cider of the season today. Some of that will need to be warmed up tonight and served with some apple crisp. Some of life's simple and delightful pleasures!
Not long ago, my daughter-in-law and I were discussing the upcoming winter and she mentioned how she really noticed that she was dreading the coming cold and snow. I can agree. The last couple of years, I have felt the dread of winter. The neighborhood around us seems to vanish and everyone huddles in their home until you see them magically appear in the spring when the grass needs cut. Sundays become more special in the winter...not only worship, but people!!
Maybe this winter won't be so bad.
Nothing in this world happens by chance. Our great God has "measured the waters in the hollow of His hand, measured heaven with a span and calculated the dust of the earth in a measure" (Is. 40:12)....this same God cares for you with such special care that He has numbered the very hairs of your head....You may rest assured that even those experiences that are causing much sorrow are in accord with His eternal counsel and decree.
--C.H. Spurgeon
The one thing I love most about fall is the apples! One batch of applesauce is canned. I don't know if I'll do more since we have so much left over, but applesauce is my favorite thing to can. The house smells amazing! We bought our first cider of the season today. Some of that will need to be warmed up tonight and served with some apple crisp. Some of life's simple and delightful pleasures!
Not long ago, my daughter-in-law and I were discussing the upcoming winter and she mentioned how she really noticed that she was dreading the coming cold and snow. I can agree. The last couple of years, I have felt the dread of winter. The neighborhood around us seems to vanish and everyone huddles in their home until you see them magically appear in the spring when the grass needs cut. Sundays become more special in the winter...not only worship, but people!!
Maybe this winter won't be so bad.
Nothing in this world happens by chance. Our great God has "measured the waters in the hollow of His hand, measured heaven with a span and calculated the dust of the earth in a measure" (Is. 40:12)....this same God cares for you with such special care that He has numbered the very hairs of your head....You may rest assured that even those experiences that are causing much sorrow are in accord with His eternal counsel and decree.
--C.H. Spurgeon
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Updated Web Address
I found out that the Abiding Radio web address had changed and I just wanted to update this. Not only do they have a nice loop of Sacred and Instrumental Music, but they will have their Christmas music up soon, No doubt.
I'm sorry I missed this until now.
I'm sorry I missed this until now.
Monday, October 4, 2010
When God Says to the Sun and Moon: "Do it Again!"
This is from Justin Taylor's blog. In it he has a quote from G. K. Chesterton that I wanted to share.
Fall Garden Update
It is a bit chilly! Down into the 40s at night and not getting up to 60 these last few days. We have received some much needed rain, though. No doubt, some time this week my John Deere, Hazel, and I will be out cutting grass.
I seem to be having a hard time this year adjusting to it getting dark sooner. ACK! 7:30 and it's dark! It just seems as if it is 9:30 instead of 7:30.
There has not yet been a frost, but we were able to get the sweet potatoes dug on Friday. They look pretty sad. It must have been the lack of rain when they needed it most. There are a few that are decent size, but the majority are skinny and small. They should make good sweet potato fries!
The carrots were also dug and are all canned. The ones that were saved to eat fresh tasted great.
There is not much left in the garden at this point. Brussels sprouts, broccoli, and I am still holding out some hope that the peppers will come through. As soon as the soil is dry enough, I hope my husband can till the upper (newest part) of the garden under for the winter. The lower part has the peppers in it. We also need to plant our seed garlic pretty soon.
Despite the hot, dry summer, God has provided for us--as always. Just looking at my full cupboards in the basement should be a daily reminder of His goodness, grace and provision.
May I never dally with the world and its allurements,
but walk by thy side,
listen to thy voice,
be clothed with thy graces,
and adorned with thy righteousness.
--an excerpt from Christ is All, from The Valley of Vision
I seem to be having a hard time this year adjusting to it getting dark sooner. ACK! 7:30 and it's dark! It just seems as if it is 9:30 instead of 7:30.
There has not yet been a frost, but we were able to get the sweet potatoes dug on Friday. They look pretty sad. It must have been the lack of rain when they needed it most. There are a few that are decent size, but the majority are skinny and small. They should make good sweet potato fries!
The carrots were also dug and are all canned. The ones that were saved to eat fresh tasted great.
There is not much left in the garden at this point. Brussels sprouts, broccoli, and I am still holding out some hope that the peppers will come through. As soon as the soil is dry enough, I hope my husband can till the upper (newest part) of the garden under for the winter. The lower part has the peppers in it. We also need to plant our seed garlic pretty soon.
Despite the hot, dry summer, God has provided for us--as always. Just looking at my full cupboards in the basement should be a daily reminder of His goodness, grace and provision.
May I never dally with the world and its allurements,
but walk by thy side,
listen to thy voice,
be clothed with thy graces,
and adorned with thy righteousness.
--an excerpt from Christ is All, from The Valley of Vision
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Cold Coming
Sounds like temps are to drop around here this weekend and I still have stuff in the garden.
My pepper crop was sad this year. There were plenty of blossoms and I was all excited that we got some rain, but we'll have to see how cold it really gets. My hubby has to help me with the sweet potatoes and they are still in the ground. I'll need to get the rest of the carrots out, too. The broccoli should hold out just fine for awhile.
I was so hoping for a few warmer days after this rain.
The seed garlic arrived today, so that will need planted soon.
This has not been one of my better garden years!
R. C. Sproul has a series on Recovering the Beauty of the Arts that I've been enjoying. It has been good to spend time listening. Our culture and the church has lost so much.
Lord, help me, for I am often lukewarm and chill;
unbelief mars my confidence,
sin makes me forget thee.
Let the weeds that grow in my soul be cut at their roots;
Grant me to know that I truly live only when i live to thee,
that all else is trifling.
--an excerpt from Resting On God, from Valley of Vision
My pepper crop was sad this year. There were plenty of blossoms and I was all excited that we got some rain, but we'll have to see how cold it really gets. My hubby has to help me with the sweet potatoes and they are still in the ground. I'll need to get the rest of the carrots out, too. The broccoli should hold out just fine for awhile.
I was so hoping for a few warmer days after this rain.
The seed garlic arrived today, so that will need planted soon.
This has not been one of my better garden years!
R. C. Sproul has a series on Recovering the Beauty of the Arts that I've been enjoying. It has been good to spend time listening. Our culture and the church has lost so much.
Lord, help me, for I am often lukewarm and chill;
unbelief mars my confidence,
sin makes me forget thee.
Let the weeds that grow in my soul be cut at their roots;
Grant me to know that I truly live only when i live to thee,
that all else is trifling.
--an excerpt from Resting On God, from Valley of Vision
Invert That!
For years my hip has been bothering me. It began as an ache after aerobics class to lately, it has been difficult to go up stairs, let alone get through the grocery store. Several doctors and chiropractors later, we have invested in an inversion table.
My current Chiro thinks it will help my hip out. We bought a good one, so we are hoping that it will help both of us. I tried it out this morning for a few minutes and my hip seems to be doing ok. I'll give it another few minutes this evening.
If nothing else, it will be fun at Christmas.
My current Chiro thinks it will help my hip out. We bought a good one, so we are hoping that it will help both of us. I tried it out this morning for a few minutes and my hip seems to be doing ok. I'll give it another few minutes this evening.
If nothing else, it will be fun at Christmas.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Amish Birthday
Saturday was my birthday. My dear husband said he would take me anywhere I wanted to go or do whatever (within reason) including shampooing the carpets. (To be honest, I did consider that one, but the dirty carpet can wait a bit longer.) While I thought about my options, I went to the Farmer's Market. It was a beautiful day and if I have a chance to get away, I'll go to my "happy place".
After unloading the apples I purchased at the market--it is applesauce time!!--I told my husband I wanted to go to New Wilmington and visit Lizzie and Sarah.
We had Chinese for lunch and then headed up to New Wilmington. Route 19 is a delightful, beautiful drive. There is not much traffic, thanks to I-79, and the farm land stretches out for miles with amazing views of hills and valleys. As we drove through Volant, it was easy to see that Christmas time is approaching...the little town was busy.
Of course, a trip to Lizzie or Sarah's unannounced contains a certain amount of risk. Being that it was a Saturday, I was hoping that Lizzie would be busy at home since she teaches at a one room school during the week. Sarah has a brand new baby boy so I figured she would be pretty close to home. The Outlets were our Plan B.
We traveled back the long lane to Lizzie's first to find the clothesline full and the whole family at home. They were hosting church at their house the next day, so she had already baked about a dozen pies or so along with two trays of moon pies. Lizzie and I had a great discussion while she braided her daughter's hair. It seems that we "english" are not always so different from the Amish. We laughed as we compared the two lifestyles in regard to the healthy feeding of children (Amish kids get fed junk just like our kids), nursing babies (they don't all nurse their babies either) and children with learning problems. It was a treat to help fold clothes (who thinks this is fun when it is your own stuff??!!) as she took them off her long clothesline. (I had to have a lesson in folding her husband's pants.) She offered us some home made bread and jam. The men joined the conversation and there was more laughter. Time to head off to Sarah's.
Knowing that it was nearing dinner time and that Sarah now has five young boys, we did not want to stay long. Sarah was having none of it! The boys had been playing at the neighbors, who own a boy magnet--a dirt pile. They were, as any boy worth his salt would be, filthy...and happy. Sarah allowed me to rock little Henry who has been a bit fussy. I wish I could say I put him to sleep, but at least he didn't cry. We had a tour of Sarah's new wash room/laundry room/summer kitchen area. She is thrilled to have a bathtub now and a place to store hot water. This new room is so handy for her. No more running up and down stairs. Sarah told me she had not accomplished much on Saturday--only several loaves of bread, a big batch of cookies and a huge pan of cinnamon rolls...with a NEW BABY!! Oh, and the laundry. It wears me out to think about it. She was happy to share a cinnamon roll with us. Oh, yeah, it was wonderful!
On the road home, we happened on a buggy that had broken the axle. Keith and some of the other "english" helped to get the man's buggy in a pickup truck. So, even those things break down.
It was a wonderful day and I am so thankful for these dear friends with whom I could spend a lovely Saturday. And grateful for a husband who thinks it is an enjoyable afternoon as well.
...Yet thou hast of they pleasure created life, and communicated
happiness;
Thou has made me what I am, and given me what I have;
In thee I live and move and have my being;...
an excerpt from God The Source Of All Good, from the Valley of Vision
After unloading the apples I purchased at the market--it is applesauce time!!--I told my husband I wanted to go to New Wilmington and visit Lizzie and Sarah.
We had Chinese for lunch and then headed up to New Wilmington. Route 19 is a delightful, beautiful drive. There is not much traffic, thanks to I-79, and the farm land stretches out for miles with amazing views of hills and valleys. As we drove through Volant, it was easy to see that Christmas time is approaching...the little town was busy.
Of course, a trip to Lizzie or Sarah's unannounced contains a certain amount of risk. Being that it was a Saturday, I was hoping that Lizzie would be busy at home since she teaches at a one room school during the week. Sarah has a brand new baby boy so I figured she would be pretty close to home. The Outlets were our Plan B.
We traveled back the long lane to Lizzie's first to find the clothesline full and the whole family at home. They were hosting church at their house the next day, so she had already baked about a dozen pies or so along with two trays of moon pies. Lizzie and I had a great discussion while she braided her daughter's hair. It seems that we "english" are not always so different from the Amish. We laughed as we compared the two lifestyles in regard to the healthy feeding of children (Amish kids get fed junk just like our kids), nursing babies (they don't all nurse their babies either) and children with learning problems. It was a treat to help fold clothes (who thinks this is fun when it is your own stuff??!!) as she took them off her long clothesline. (I had to have a lesson in folding her husband's pants.) She offered us some home made bread and jam. The men joined the conversation and there was more laughter. Time to head off to Sarah's.
Knowing that it was nearing dinner time and that Sarah now has five young boys, we did not want to stay long. Sarah was having none of it! The boys had been playing at the neighbors, who own a boy magnet--a dirt pile. They were, as any boy worth his salt would be, filthy...and happy. Sarah allowed me to rock little Henry who has been a bit fussy. I wish I could say I put him to sleep, but at least he didn't cry. We had a tour of Sarah's new wash room/laundry room/summer kitchen area. She is thrilled to have a bathtub now and a place to store hot water. This new room is so handy for her. No more running up and down stairs. Sarah told me she had not accomplished much on Saturday--only several loaves of bread, a big batch of cookies and a huge pan of cinnamon rolls...with a NEW BABY!! Oh, and the laundry. It wears me out to think about it. She was happy to share a cinnamon roll with us. Oh, yeah, it was wonderful!
On the road home, we happened on a buggy that had broken the axle. Keith and some of the other "english" helped to get the man's buggy in a pickup truck. So, even those things break down.
It was a wonderful day and I am so thankful for these dear friends with whom I could spend a lovely Saturday. And grateful for a husband who thinks it is an enjoyable afternoon as well.
...Yet thou hast of they pleasure created life, and communicated
happiness;
Thou has made me what I am, and given me what I have;
In thee I live and move and have my being;...
an excerpt from God The Source Of All Good, from the Valley of Vision
Friday, September 24, 2010
Gun Class
It occurred to me that I never reported on my Women's Handgun Safety course I took this summer.
The Sheriff's Department in my county puts in on with help from the NRA. They only accept 50 women each year. The room was full, to say the least! What a wide variety of women, too. One delightful lady sat with me and shared that she already carries a .22 with a laser. She works in Pittsburgh. Several women were hunters, but knew little or nothing about handguns. Most of the women were there to learn about gun safety and were interested in their personal protection.
There was significant time spent on safety issues and handling long before we were ever taken to the range.
We were given a nice lunch (the cookies were wonderful) and then taken in small groups to the range. The deputies were there to help us and make sure we were all being safe. I was given a Lady Smith & Wesson .38. My only complaint is that I only got to fire five rounds. Hardly enough to even get acquainted with the gun. I was able to hit the target, which is saying something--I was shaking to badly!! Some of it was from nerves, I'm sure, but some from MS, too.
All in all, it was a very fun morning and I learned a great deal.
Since then, a more experienced friend has taken me out with a .22 semi automatic (ohhh yeahhh). It was nice to be more relaxed and have lots of time. I hit the center several times!! Several weeks after the two of us went out, we took our kids (young adults...who am I kidding). Oh my! My son gets his target skills from his father! It was as if he was born with a gun in his hand! Her daughter did amazing, too! It was fun to be out with my son, even though he made me look pretty pathetic.
I need lots more practice, but perhaps that will come. It is a great sport and I would recommend it to anyone! My husband is even considering selling his service gun (very heavy, and the ammo is super expensive) and getting a .22....I want a laser, if he does!
The Sheriff's Department in my county puts in on with help from the NRA. They only accept 50 women each year. The room was full, to say the least! What a wide variety of women, too. One delightful lady sat with me and shared that she already carries a .22 with a laser. She works in Pittsburgh. Several women were hunters, but knew little or nothing about handguns. Most of the women were there to learn about gun safety and were interested in their personal protection.
There was significant time spent on safety issues and handling long before we were ever taken to the range.
We were given a nice lunch (the cookies were wonderful) and then taken in small groups to the range. The deputies were there to help us and make sure we were all being safe. I was given a Lady Smith & Wesson .38. My only complaint is that I only got to fire five rounds. Hardly enough to even get acquainted with the gun. I was able to hit the target, which is saying something--I was shaking to badly!! Some of it was from nerves, I'm sure, but some from MS, too.
All in all, it was a very fun morning and I learned a great deal.
Since then, a more experienced friend has taken me out with a .22 semi automatic (ohhh yeahhh). It was nice to be more relaxed and have lots of time. I hit the center several times!! Several weeks after the two of us went out, we took our kids (young adults...who am I kidding). Oh my! My son gets his target skills from his father! It was as if he was born with a gun in his hand! Her daughter did amazing, too! It was fun to be out with my son, even though he made me look pretty pathetic.
I need lots more practice, but perhaps that will come. It is a great sport and I would recommend it to anyone! My husband is even considering selling his service gun (very heavy, and the ammo is super expensive) and getting a .22....I want a laser, if he does!
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Life Changes
It has been difficult to get to this place. I have not written for some time because the words just are not able to form. It is difficult to grasp and understand...communicate.
In late January, I spent a snowy weekend in the hospital believing I was having a stroke. Wrong. Turns out, after many tests, that I have MS.
I have gone from being a person who despises going to a doctor, to having three. Taking medicine was never something I liked or did. I was not on any medication (which is surprising these days for a woman of my 50 + years), now I give myself injections once a week. Did I mention that I hate needles. I also take medicine to keep my legs from jumping around all night. At least I am able to sleep so much better.
This summer has been difficult. The things that I enjoyed I struggle to do, let alone find joy in doing them. The garden has been difficult to maintain. The heat of this summer was draining on my energy, which didn't help get things done.
I've needed to "talk" about this situation, but knew that this page was not exactly the place to do that. This is/was a peaceful, happy place. Perhaps it will be again.
I just recently finished R.C. Sproul's book, The Holiness of God. Not far along in the book, Sproul is talking about Jesus and the long list of men in scripture that have been "appointed to such suffering". While I am no Isaiah, I know that God is in control and has a purpose for this. He has not left me.
Right now I need a place to share my feelings and struggles, even if no one is out there. You are welcome...it might not be pretty, but it will be as real and honest as I can. I think if I can write it out, it will help me come to grips with, not only the sin in my life, but how God will use me through this time. It is called Valley Insights at www.valleyinsights.blogspot.com
In Him I have all that I can hold;
enlarge me to take in more....
If driven to the verge of hope and to the pit of despair,
grant me grace to fall into his arms.
O God, hear me, do for me more than I ask, think, or dream.
---excerpt from The Life Look, Valley of Visions
In late January, I spent a snowy weekend in the hospital believing I was having a stroke. Wrong. Turns out, after many tests, that I have MS.
I have gone from being a person who despises going to a doctor, to having three. Taking medicine was never something I liked or did. I was not on any medication (which is surprising these days for a woman of my 50 + years), now I give myself injections once a week. Did I mention that I hate needles. I also take medicine to keep my legs from jumping around all night. At least I am able to sleep so much better.
This summer has been difficult. The things that I enjoyed I struggle to do, let alone find joy in doing them. The garden has been difficult to maintain. The heat of this summer was draining on my energy, which didn't help get things done.
I've needed to "talk" about this situation, but knew that this page was not exactly the place to do that. This is/was a peaceful, happy place. Perhaps it will be again.
I just recently finished R.C. Sproul's book, The Holiness of God. Not far along in the book, Sproul is talking about Jesus and the long list of men in scripture that have been "appointed to such suffering". While I am no Isaiah, I know that God is in control and has a purpose for this. He has not left me.
Right now I need a place to share my feelings and struggles, even if no one is out there. You are welcome...it might not be pretty, but it will be as real and honest as I can. I think if I can write it out, it will help me come to grips with, not only the sin in my life, but how God will use me through this time. It is called Valley Insights at www.valleyinsights.blogspot.com
In Him I have all that I can hold;
enlarge me to take in more....
If driven to the verge of hope and to the pit of despair,
grant me grace to fall into his arms.
O God, hear me, do for me more than I ask, think, or dream.
---excerpt from The Life Look, Valley of Visions
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Deer, Birds, Rabbits: Getting a Grip on Sovereignty
This year the garden has been a source of stress. Not only was the garden late in getting tilled, it seemed that every time I was able to get out to plant, it rained. The plants were bought in plenty of time, but finding a time when the soil was not overly damp was becoming a problem.
Fast forward to June. Things are planted and growing well! (The weeds seem to be doing well, also.) One morning, I noticed that some of the leaves were gone from the broccoli and Brussels sprouts. Nothing major, but it made me wonder. Two days later, most of the leaves were eaten. Ok, now we have a problem. There was still time to go to the greenhouse, but they might come back. I decided to give it a few days. After a week, there were no signs of recovery, so off to the greenhouse. Thankfully they still had some plants...a bit on the "sad" side, but I was willing to nurse them along. I dug up the worst of the poor things thinking that there might still be hope for a couple of the plants. After the new ones had been planted, the one or two plants that I thought might recover from the havoc that had been wreaked upon them, were eaten to the ground. The new ones were left in tact. Just the other day, I noticed that these new ones have been chewed on as well. Although, not badly...yet.
There are foil pie pans hanging for noise and I have used other "sure fire" methods, but nothing seems to be keeping the critters away. Our garden has never experienced much animal damage. A bunny here or there and ALWAYS the Japanese beetles, but this year we have had deer eating the apple trees and edemame (this is only the second time we have even seen deer since we moved here six years ago), I flushed out a groundhog from the asparagus while I was mowing one day, and birds were pulling the baby corn out of the ground (at least that is what I think).
While I can only do so much to keep them away (we may need to consider fencing, but it is a big garden...can you say $$$), I am coming to grips with the fact that I am not in control of this. Yes, I am responsible if I want any produce from my garden, but there are limits to my control and efforts. Ultimately, God is in control of what does and does not grow in my garden.
Yeah, I know, there is a life lesson here. I am broken. Not only spiritually, but physically, as well. Seeing my physical brokenness is helping me grasp my spiritual brokenness. The physical brokenness is not easy to see, but it is becoming more apparent. My spiritual brokenness is often easier to hide...from people. Not from God. God sees my state of "messiness" and still loves me. Physical and spiritual issues are all known and seen by him. He has them under his control. I am in the process of learning that He does have control all the time in my life and in my garden. This is one of those things that, yeah, I've heard a thousand times on Sunday, but when you see it played out in real life, it seems to make more sense. Or, maybe, now that I'm older, I'm paying closer attention. Or, maybe I'm in a better place to learn.
Side note: I'm taking a women's gun class this month!
Selections from Psalm 25:
To you, O LORD, I lift up my soul; in you I trust, O my God.
Show me you ways, O LORD, teach me your paths; guide me in your truth and teach me, for you are God my Saviour, and my hope is in you all day long.
He guides the humble in what is right and teaches them his way.
All the ways of the LORD are loving and faithful for those who keep the demands of his covenant.
Fast forward to June. Things are planted and growing well! (The weeds seem to be doing well, also.) One morning, I noticed that some of the leaves were gone from the broccoli and Brussels sprouts. Nothing major, but it made me wonder. Two days later, most of the leaves were eaten. Ok, now we have a problem. There was still time to go to the greenhouse, but they might come back. I decided to give it a few days. After a week, there were no signs of recovery, so off to the greenhouse. Thankfully they still had some plants...a bit on the "sad" side, but I was willing to nurse them along. I dug up the worst of the poor things thinking that there might still be hope for a couple of the plants. After the new ones had been planted, the one or two plants that I thought might recover from the havoc that had been wreaked upon them, were eaten to the ground. The new ones were left in tact. Just the other day, I noticed that these new ones have been chewed on as well. Although, not badly...yet.
There are foil pie pans hanging for noise and I have used other "sure fire" methods, but nothing seems to be keeping the critters away. Our garden has never experienced much animal damage. A bunny here or there and ALWAYS the Japanese beetles, but this year we have had deer eating the apple trees and edemame (this is only the second time we have even seen deer since we moved here six years ago), I flushed out a groundhog from the asparagus while I was mowing one day, and birds were pulling the baby corn out of the ground (at least that is what I think).
While I can only do so much to keep them away (we may need to consider fencing, but it is a big garden...can you say $$$), I am coming to grips with the fact that I am not in control of this. Yes, I am responsible if I want any produce from my garden, but there are limits to my control and efforts. Ultimately, God is in control of what does and does not grow in my garden.
Yeah, I know, there is a life lesson here. I am broken. Not only spiritually, but physically, as well. Seeing my physical brokenness is helping me grasp my spiritual brokenness. The physical brokenness is not easy to see, but it is becoming more apparent. My spiritual brokenness is often easier to hide...from people. Not from God. God sees my state of "messiness" and still loves me. Physical and spiritual issues are all known and seen by him. He has them under his control. I am in the process of learning that He does have control all the time in my life and in my garden. This is one of those things that, yeah, I've heard a thousand times on Sunday, but when you see it played out in real life, it seems to make more sense. Or, maybe, now that I'm older, I'm paying closer attention. Or, maybe I'm in a better place to learn.
Side note: I'm taking a women's gun class this month!
Selections from Psalm 25:
To you, O LORD, I lift up my soul; in you I trust, O my God.
Show me you ways, O LORD, teach me your paths; guide me in your truth and teach me, for you are God my Saviour, and my hope is in you all day long.
He guides the humble in what is right and teaches them his way.
All the ways of the LORD are loving and faithful for those who keep the demands of his covenant.
Monday, April 12, 2010
A Good Day
When life gives you lemons...go to New Wilmington--Amish country.
Going to visit Amish friends is a guessing game. Are they home?? Is it some special auction day?? They don't have phones so an impromptu trip 50 miles away is a big gamble. Saturday was just such a beautiful day and I have missed my friends. Knowing that my husband was gone until after dark, it seemed a perfect choice. I just prayed the entire way that Providence would provide that at least one of my friends would be home.
I arrived at Sarah's first. Clothes on the line, buggy out...all good signs. Of course the poor girl was horrified that her house was dirty--you know the usual stuff that happens when you have four little boys; dirty dishes and toys. My house has looked like that before (even post-kids). She was relieved it was me and not her mother-in-law. It was a great time to give her a hand cleaning up a bit, for which I counted it a privilege. (Who wouldn't want to say that they could do dishes in a dry sink!!?--OK, just me.) We had a wonderful visit. Next I was off to see if Lizzie was home.
At Lizzie's house I hit the jackpot because her mom was there, too! Church was to be held at David and Lizzie's so the crowd has just left from pie baking, moon pie making and cleaning EVERYTHING!! And I do mean EVERYTHING! (Sarah said that church will be at her house in four weeks and she needs to paint the kitchen!) I was able to pitch in drying dishes.
Lizzie's mom, Katie, is a delightful woman. I don't think I've ever seen her without a smile. And she has had some rough times. We were able to sit for a bit and visit, but it was close to dinner time and the benches had to be set up for the morning service.
So, I was able to see them all! Everyone was home! And...this is what I was fortunate enough to do that day:
Sing (try to sing) hymns along Rt. 422 and 19 -- note to self: take the Trinity next time--you mess up the verses!
Feel the warmth of the sun in the car.
Wash dishes in the dry sink
Sweep the floor
Dry dishes
See that Lizzie's daughter, Martha, has grown so much!
Hear about how Lizzie loves teaching in a one room school!--and even being all-time pitcher for baseball at recess
See that Wallie just plowed the garden
Buy fresh eggs for $1
Get the good news that Sarah is expecting another baby later in the summer--#5
Get "take-out" moon pies
See Sarah & Wallie's newly designed laundry area--it even has a hot water tank and a bathtub!
Drive Katie home
Sit with dear friends
A very good day for which I am very thankful.
A Poem by John Newton:
1 I ask'd the Lord, that I might grow In faith, and love, and ev'ry grace, Might more of his salvation know, And seek more earnestly his face.
2 'Twas he who taught me thus to pray, And he, I trust has answer'd pray'r; But it has been in such a way, As almost drove me to despair.
3 I hop'd that in some favour'd hour, At once he'd answer my request: And by his love's constraining pow'r, Subdue my sins, and give me rest.
4 Instead of this. he made me feel The hidden evils of my heart; And let the angry pow'rs of hell Assault my soul in ev'ry part.
5 Yea more, with his own hand he seem'd Intent to aggravate my woe; Cross'd all the fair designs I schem'd, Blasted my gourds, and laid me low.
6 Lord, why is this, I trembling cry'd, Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death? "'Tis in this way," the Lord reply'd, "I answer pray'r for grace and faith.
7 "These inward trials I employ, "From self and pride to set thee free; "And break thy schemes of earthly joy, "That thou mayst seek thy all in me."
(thanks, Stephen)
Going to visit Amish friends is a guessing game. Are they home?? Is it some special auction day?? They don't have phones so an impromptu trip 50 miles away is a big gamble. Saturday was just such a beautiful day and I have missed my friends. Knowing that my husband was gone until after dark, it seemed a perfect choice. I just prayed the entire way that Providence would provide that at least one of my friends would be home.
I arrived at Sarah's first. Clothes on the line, buggy out...all good signs. Of course the poor girl was horrified that her house was dirty--you know the usual stuff that happens when you have four little boys; dirty dishes and toys. My house has looked like that before (even post-kids). She was relieved it was me and not her mother-in-law. It was a great time to give her a hand cleaning up a bit, for which I counted it a privilege. (Who wouldn't want to say that they could do dishes in a dry sink!!?--OK, just me.) We had a wonderful visit. Next I was off to see if Lizzie was home.
At Lizzie's house I hit the jackpot because her mom was there, too! Church was to be held at David and Lizzie's so the crowd has just left from pie baking, moon pie making and cleaning EVERYTHING!! And I do mean EVERYTHING! (Sarah said that church will be at her house in four weeks and she needs to paint the kitchen!) I was able to pitch in drying dishes.
Lizzie's mom, Katie, is a delightful woman. I don't think I've ever seen her without a smile. And she has had some rough times. We were able to sit for a bit and visit, but it was close to dinner time and the benches had to be set up for the morning service.
So, I was able to see them all! Everyone was home! And...this is what I was fortunate enough to do that day:
Sing (try to sing) hymns along Rt. 422 and 19 -- note to self: take the Trinity next time--you mess up the verses!
Feel the warmth of the sun in the car.
Wash dishes in the dry sink
Sweep the floor
Dry dishes
See that Lizzie's daughter, Martha, has grown so much!
Hear about how Lizzie loves teaching in a one room school!--and even being all-time pitcher for baseball at recess
See that Wallie just plowed the garden
Buy fresh eggs for $1
Get the good news that Sarah is expecting another baby later in the summer--#5
Get "take-out" moon pies
See Sarah & Wallie's newly designed laundry area--it even has a hot water tank and a bathtub!
Drive Katie home
Sit with dear friends
A very good day for which I am very thankful.
A Poem by John Newton:
1 I ask'd the Lord, that I might grow In faith, and love, and ev'ry grace, Might more of his salvation know, And seek more earnestly his face.
2 'Twas he who taught me thus to pray, And he, I trust has answer'd pray'r; But it has been in such a way, As almost drove me to despair.
3 I hop'd that in some favour'd hour, At once he'd answer my request: And by his love's constraining pow'r, Subdue my sins, and give me rest.
4 Instead of this. he made me feel The hidden evils of my heart; And let the angry pow'rs of hell Assault my soul in ev'ry part.
5 Yea more, with his own hand he seem'd Intent to aggravate my woe; Cross'd all the fair designs I schem'd, Blasted my gourds, and laid me low.
6 Lord, why is this, I trembling cry'd, Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death? "'Tis in this way," the Lord reply'd, "I answer pray'r for grace and faith.
7 "These inward trials I employ, "From self and pride to set thee free; "And break thy schemes of earthly joy, "That thou mayst seek thy all in me."
(thanks, Stephen)
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Thoughts on Getting Older and Eating (of course)
My dear husband and I have always been notoriously slow eaters. When the kids were young, meal time was an opportunity to catch up on things, take stock of needs for the remainder of the day, and enjoy a quiet respite from the day.
The kids are now grown and gone most with families and starting traditions of their own. Even now that it just two instead of five, meal time remains a time for us to talk over the comings and goings of the day, the latest political disaster or the news of the family.
No doubt, when we were younger we were in a hurry to run somewhere and do something. There is much to be done with young families. I am finding that, as time goes on, mealtime has increased in importance as well as duration...even when it is just the two of us. Older folks, I believe, grow up and find value in things that lacked importance when they were younger. Things like visiting on the porch of a neighbor over a cup of iced tea, watching babies, satisfaction in a dish drainer of hand-washed dishes, enjoying the learning of a new skill or lost art.
Does a more rural life style help to promote a more relaxed frame of mind and lifestyle? There are times that life in the country or down on the farm is anything but relaxing. I do believe that most rural folks have a good handle on what is important to them in their life and what is the fluff that may be fun to look at, but at the end of the day, is just that...fluff. (Not saying that you have to live in the woods to grasp the concept, however.) Is it just plain better for us to let go of the stuff of the day over a well made meal and a good cup of tea (okay, or coffee and let's add some Mozart)?
The older generation from every age have probably always wanted the younger folks to slow down and relax, desiring the next generation to find what they had found sooner than they had come to realize--the joys of a relaxed life.
I am sure that my Grandmother told me more than once, "Sit down and visit with us and enjoy your supper!"
The kids are now grown and gone most with families and starting traditions of their own. Even now that it just two instead of five, meal time remains a time for us to talk over the comings and goings of the day, the latest political disaster or the news of the family.
No doubt, when we were younger we were in a hurry to run somewhere and do something. There is much to be done with young families. I am finding that, as time goes on, mealtime has increased in importance as well as duration...even when it is just the two of us. Older folks, I believe, grow up and find value in things that lacked importance when they were younger. Things like visiting on the porch of a neighbor over a cup of iced tea, watching babies, satisfaction in a dish drainer of hand-washed dishes, enjoying the learning of a new skill or lost art.
Does a more rural life style help to promote a more relaxed frame of mind and lifestyle? There are times that life in the country or down on the farm is anything but relaxing. I do believe that most rural folks have a good handle on what is important to them in their life and what is the fluff that may be fun to look at, but at the end of the day, is just that...fluff. (Not saying that you have to live in the woods to grasp the concept, however.) Is it just plain better for us to let go of the stuff of the day over a well made meal and a good cup of tea (okay, or coffee and let's add some Mozart)?
The older generation from every age have probably always wanted the younger folks to slow down and relax, desiring the next generation to find what they had found sooner than they had come to realize--the joys of a relaxed life.
I am sure that my Grandmother told me more than once, "Sit down and visit with us and enjoy your supper!"
Friday, February 19, 2010
It's That Time Again...Seed Ordering Time!
My favorite seed catalog arrived not long ago to brighten my winter days. Johnny's Selected Seeds has wonderfully bright and colorful photos in their catalog. Their website is so very helpful and when I have called them, they are able to skillfully answer my questions. There are, I am sure, a great many seed companies that are reputable as well. Johnny's serves those of us in the northern climates so well with seeds that are bred for the north. Johnny's has been my seed supplier for some years and I have always found their seeds to grow very well. Of course, I still go to Bowser's Feed Store down the road to get peas, seed potatoes, corn and onions. They also allow me to buy just a few zucchini seeds. If I planted an entire package, my neighbors would lock their doors when they saw me coming with 'gifts'. A local greenhouse is where I get my plants such as broccoli, tomatoes and the like. I just don't have a good window for starting my own seedlings.
While it may be some time before I see the bare ground again, I enjoy thinking through what fun veggies I can try growing for the first time. It is also time to think about where to plant each type of vegetable--crop rotation--as well as what did we like and what did we plant too much of...or too few of.
Lord willing, I will not be laid up with another broken ankle this summer.
May I recommend reading a recent post by The Midland Agrarian on his review of the movie, Food, Inc., as well as his some of his thoughts on growing one's own food. I'm anxious for Part Two.
While it may be some time before I see the bare ground again, I enjoy thinking through what fun veggies I can try growing for the first time. It is also time to think about where to plant each type of vegetable--crop rotation--as well as what did we like and what did we plant too much of...or too few of.
Lord willing, I will not be laid up with another broken ankle this summer.
May I recommend reading a recent post by The Midland Agrarian on his review of the movie, Food, Inc., as well as his some of his thoughts on growing one's own food. I'm anxious for Part Two.
Sunny Winter Days
Here in Western Pennsylvania, we value sunshine quite highly. During the month of February, the sun has rarely been seen. (And it is not just winter when the sun is often hard to come by around here.) The snowfall has reached record-breaking levels and that brings with it the seemingly endless gray days. This is when I wish I had a digital camera to show the snow piles! It may be June before my tulips bloom because the snow is piled so high! However, the past two days have been a boost to the mind and spirit. The temperatures actually got above freezing, too! Seeing that the sky is still blue and that the sun is still up there has brought smiles to everyone around. What a blessing it has been. I think God knew we had had enough.
It won't be long until Spring. The days are already getting longer. I'm getting anxious to get my hands in some dirt!
ALMIGHTY GOD,
I am loved with everlasting love,
clothed in eternal righteousness,
my peace flowing like a river,
my comforts many and large,
my joy and triumph unutterable,
my soul lively with a knowledge of salvation,
my sense of justification unclouded.
I have scarce anything to pray for;
Jesus smiles upon my soul as a ray of heaven
and my supplications are swallowed up in praise.
--an excerpt from Assurance from the book Valley of Vision, A collection of Puritan Prayers & Devotions
It won't be long until Spring. The days are already getting longer. I'm getting anxious to get my hands in some dirt!
ALMIGHTY GOD,
I am loved with everlasting love,
clothed in eternal righteousness,
my peace flowing like a river,
my comforts many and large,
my joy and triumph unutterable,
my soul lively with a knowledge of salvation,
my sense of justification unclouded.
I have scarce anything to pray for;
Jesus smiles upon my soul as a ray of heaven
and my supplications are swallowed up in praise.
--an excerpt from Assurance from the book Valley of Vision, A collection of Puritan Prayers & Devotions
Monday, January 18, 2010
Dorothy Sayers on Work
This quote is on Justin Taylor's blog, Between Two Worlds. It speaks volumes, in my opinion, about the lack of understanding in broad evangelicalism about the sacred vs. secular split that divides the church from the world.
The world needs garbage collectors to do the best job they are able to do. Cleaning up garbage is part of being a good steward of the Kingdom. It keeps things decent and in order. And isn't that a 'Christian' thing?
Work in NOT a bad word!
The Only Christian Work Is Good Work Done Well unto God Posted:
18 Jan 2010 07:00 AM PSTFrom Dorothy Sayers’s essay, “Why Work?” in Creed or Chaos (New York: Harcourt Brace, 1949):
The Church’s approach to an intelligent carpenter is usually confined to exhorting him not to be drunk and disorderly in his leisure hours, and to come to church on Sundays. What the Church should be telling him is this: that the very first demand that his religion makes upon him is that he should make good tables.. . .
Let the Church remember this: that every maker and worker is called to serve God in his profession or trade—not outside of it. The Apostles complained rightly when they said it was not meant they should leave the word of God and serve tables; their vocation was to preach the word. But the person whose vocation it is to prepare the meals beautifully might with equal justice protest: It is not meant for us to leave the service of our tables to preach the word.
The official Church wastes time and energy, and moreover, commits sacrilege, in demanding that secular workers should neglect their proper vocation in order to do Christian work—by which she means ecclesiastical work. The only Christian work is good work well done. Let the Church see to it that the workers are Christian people and do their work well, as to God: then all the work will be Christian work, whether it is Church embroidery or sewage-farming.
HT: Tom Nelson
I need to repent of my repentance...
Grant me never to lose sight of:
the exceeding sinfulness of sin,
the exceeding righteousness of salvation,
the exceeding glory of Christ,
the exceeding beauty of holiness,
the exceeding wonder of grace.
--from Continual Repentance in Valley of Visions
The world needs garbage collectors to do the best job they are able to do. Cleaning up garbage is part of being a good steward of the Kingdom. It keeps things decent and in order. And isn't that a 'Christian' thing?
Work in NOT a bad word!
The Only Christian Work Is Good Work Done Well unto God Posted:
18 Jan 2010 07:00 AM PSTFrom Dorothy Sayers’s essay, “Why Work?” in Creed or Chaos (New York: Harcourt Brace, 1949):
The Church’s approach to an intelligent carpenter is usually confined to exhorting him not to be drunk and disorderly in his leisure hours, and to come to church on Sundays. What the Church should be telling him is this: that the very first demand that his religion makes upon him is that he should make good tables.. . .
Let the Church remember this: that every maker and worker is called to serve God in his profession or trade—not outside of it. The Apostles complained rightly when they said it was not meant they should leave the word of God and serve tables; their vocation was to preach the word. But the person whose vocation it is to prepare the meals beautifully might with equal justice protest: It is not meant for us to leave the service of our tables to preach the word.
The official Church wastes time and energy, and moreover, commits sacrilege, in demanding that secular workers should neglect their proper vocation in order to do Christian work—by which she means ecclesiastical work. The only Christian work is good work well done. Let the Church see to it that the workers are Christian people and do their work well, as to God: then all the work will be Christian work, whether it is Church embroidery or sewage-farming.
HT: Tom Nelson
I need to repent of my repentance...
Grant me never to lose sight of:
the exceeding sinfulness of sin,
the exceeding righteousness of salvation,
the exceeding glory of Christ,
the exceeding beauty of holiness,
the exceeding wonder of grace.
--from Continual Repentance in Valley of Visions
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Getting Caught Up.
Happy New Year to all!
As we crawled into the car for church this morning, the thermometer read -9 degrees! By the time we arrived at church about 25 minutes later it was 4 degrees. Of course, it is January in Western Pennsylvania. The trip to church was a pretty one, with the trees all frosted from the clear night air. There are plenty of icicles on many homes that seem to be growing and growing. It is supposed to warm up to above freezing this week--it will feel like a heat wave! The weather guys are saying that there may be a storm hit next weekend so we will see what we get.
With the temps being so low last night, it meant that our kitchen got pretty cold. It was 53 degrees when I came downstairs this morning. When we arrived home from church we put on a pot of chicken soup that I started yesterday and fired up our "Rayo" oil lamp. The Rayo gives off great light and plenty of heat. As of now, it is up to a toasty 64 degrees in the kitchen.
The chicken soup went well with toasted cheese sandwiches on home-made bread. Together they warm the soul. All that is needed is a fireplace or wood burner...someday, I hope.
The vegetable catalogs are arriving. These colorful beauties are a feast for the eyes. This time of year I am tempted to try all sorts of new varieties of vegies in the garden. The pictures make everything tempting to try. I haven't started my list yet, but I'm thinking about all sorts of fun garden goodies. Lord willing, I will be on both feet this year and able to get my hands dirty this summer.
We have been blessed with a new granddaughter, Ada Christiana. She was born on December 9th. We were able to visit her and her mom and dad in Chicago for a week and a half. It was wonderful to spend time with the kids in their new place and help mommy get some rest.
The grandsons were able to have Christmas in Atlanta with the other grandparents this year. They are due to return this week with their mom so we can celebrate a second Christmas with them soon.
"Forgive me if I have tried to add anything to the one foundation, if I have unconsciously relied upon my knowledge,
experience, deed, and not seen them as filthy rags, if I have attempted to complete what is perfect in Christ;
May my cry be always, Only Jesus! Only Jesus!
--from "The Life Look" from Valley of Visions
“It does not take a majority to prevail ... but rather an irate, tireless minority, keen on setting brush fires of freedom in the minds of men.”-Samuel Adams
As we crawled into the car for church this morning, the thermometer read -9 degrees! By the time we arrived at church about 25 minutes later it was 4 degrees. Of course, it is January in Western Pennsylvania. The trip to church was a pretty one, with the trees all frosted from the clear night air. There are plenty of icicles on many homes that seem to be growing and growing. It is supposed to warm up to above freezing this week--it will feel like a heat wave! The weather guys are saying that there may be a storm hit next weekend so we will see what we get.
With the temps being so low last night, it meant that our kitchen got pretty cold. It was 53 degrees when I came downstairs this morning. When we arrived home from church we put on a pot of chicken soup that I started yesterday and fired up our "Rayo" oil lamp. The Rayo gives off great light and plenty of heat. As of now, it is up to a toasty 64 degrees in the kitchen.
The chicken soup went well with toasted cheese sandwiches on home-made bread. Together they warm the soul. All that is needed is a fireplace or wood burner...someday, I hope.
The vegetable catalogs are arriving. These colorful beauties are a feast for the eyes. This time of year I am tempted to try all sorts of new varieties of vegies in the garden. The pictures make everything tempting to try. I haven't started my list yet, but I'm thinking about all sorts of fun garden goodies. Lord willing, I will be on both feet this year and able to get my hands dirty this summer.
We have been blessed with a new granddaughter, Ada Christiana. She was born on December 9th. We were able to visit her and her mom and dad in Chicago for a week and a half. It was wonderful to spend time with the kids in their new place and help mommy get some rest.
The grandsons were able to have Christmas in Atlanta with the other grandparents this year. They are due to return this week with their mom so we can celebrate a second Christmas with them soon.
"Forgive me if I have tried to add anything to the one foundation, if I have unconsciously relied upon my knowledge,
experience, deed, and not seen them as filthy rags, if I have attempted to complete what is perfect in Christ;
May my cry be always, Only Jesus! Only Jesus!
--from "The Life Look" from Valley of Visions
“It does not take a majority to prevail ... but rather an irate, tireless minority, keen on setting brush fires of freedom in the minds of men.”-Samuel Adams
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