To-day must be the most beautiful Saturday we have had in a long while. Temps in the 60's with sun and a nice breeze; the birds are singing and the bees are buzzing, and AC/DC is wailing from several blocks over. The rectangle with its early lush greenery is thriving, and our planter boxes are all blooming with carefully placed begonias, marigolds, and geraniums. My herbs (all except one :-() are thriving now one week into their transplanted lives, and the mary jane is getting bigger every day. Boomer is laying at my feet as I type; my little brother will be wed to-day, down in the beautiful State of Illinois, to his new friend Mary Mary, of Jackson County, and a U-M fan. Ah well, such is the life of an elf.
Liam is a first grader :-)
I made an early trip to Kroger to use up my coupons expiring at the end of the month, and then a later trip to Tractor Supply for some good soil. The sign on the door demanded that I submit to the fearmongering and wear a mask - they even had several sitting there for me to take in the lobby - but I resisted. I met a young man outside though peddling Jesus t-shirts and wristbands with a pretty cool story of addiction and recovery. I will remember to pray for him, although I am sorry I didn't get his name or the name of the ministry he is representing.
Boomer is deaf, but I always ask him how he's doing. He just wags his tail, which tells me he is more than good.
We took a nice plant out to the cemetery this past Monday - Memorial Day - and said hi to Jason.
Sunday, April 12, 2020
Christ is Arisen TLH # 187
Text by: Unknown c 1100 Translated by: W Gustave Polack 1939 Tune: Christ ist erstanden - irr, a Latin melody c 1100
Saturday, April 11, 2020
From Pastor Thelen, Brighton St Patrick
No matter how much you’re suffering right now, I want to invite you to take your eyes off of yourself and your situation. Focus your heart on Jesus who lovingly took our sin, shame, sicknesses, sufferings and death all upon himself so that we might live. Focus your attention on our Lord who suffered with us and for us. He still chooses to love us and wants to live with us forever, promising to make all things new. This week ask Jesus for the grace to fall more in love with him and for the grace of never putting anything above him, so that believing and loving him in this life, we might all enjoy the wonder of the Resurrection together for eternity.
Friday, April 10, 2020
I miss the Sacraments
We may look back on this time as the best Lent ever, for many and divers reasons.
When I think how hard this has been, sometimes I just want to smack myself. For it could be (and is for many, many souls) so much worse.
Fr John Ricardo is elocuting on Ave Maria Radio right now on the Passion of our LORD. Wonderful discourse!
'How is it you can lose your voice at a football game, and you can't even open your mouth at church??!?'
When I think how hard this has been, sometimes I just want to smack myself. For it could be (and is for many, many souls) so much worse.
Fr John Ricardo is elocuting on Ave Maria Radio right now on the Passion of our LORD. Wonderful discourse!
'How is it you can lose your voice at a football game, and you can't even open your mouth at church??!?'
Thursday, March 26, 2020
Glory Be To Jesus
[worth waiting to hear the last verse - so sweet]
"Glory be to Jesus"
Italian, 18th Century
Translated by Edward Caswall, 1814-1878
1. Glory be to Jesus,
Who in bitter pains
Poured for me the life-blood
From His sacred veins!
2. Grace and life eternal
In that blood I find;
Blest be His compassion,
Infinitely kind!
3. Blest through endless ages
Be the precious stream
Which from endless torments
Did the world redeem!
4. Abel's blood for vengeance
Pleaded to the skies;
But the blood of Jesus
For our pardon cries.
5. Oft as earth exulting
Wafts its praise on high,
Angel hosts rejoicing
Make their glad reply.
6. Lift we, then, our voices,
Swell the mighty flood,
Louder still and louder
Praise the precious blood!
The Lutheran Hymnal
Hymn #158
Text: 1 Pet. 1:19
Author: Italian, 18th Century, cento
Translated by: Edward Caswall, 1857
Titled: "Viva! viva! Gesu"
Composer: Friedrich Filitz, 1847
Tune: "Wem in Leidenstagen"
Tuesday, March 24, 2020
a flashback of sorts tonight
I was outside on our deck reading tonight, and then just sitting pondering things of import. As dusk (and the 40 degree and dropping temps) began to usher me inside, the final customer of the day - a male Cardinal - landed in our Dappled Willow Trees right next to me. He chirped his little short high pitched chirp, made a few positional adjustments, and then flew to one of our safflower feeders. He kept on chirping, and it didn't seem like he was eating much, but he was looking in every direction constantly. I didn't see Mrs Cardinal tonight, but they are usually not far from one another.
I watched him at the feeder in the failing light, and it reminded me of sitting still in the fading light when I was young, and about 200 miles farther north...
My mother's parents retired in the 70's, and moved 'up north' to a town called Stanwood, just south of another town called Big Rapids (the only Big Rapids in our great Nation). They bought some property right on the Muskegon River, with a comfortable home on the bluff, cement stairs to get down to the water, a fenced-in back yard with pine trees and a shed, and also the lot across the street, where we played kickball with our cousins.
What I was remembering tonight though, was sitting in grandpa's pontoon boat with a fishing line in the river until late in the evening.,
We would put the weight on the very end of the line, then tie on a worm a foot or so up, and heave it out as far as we could into the river. Grandpa's house was on the steep side, so the water flowed deep and fast just beyond the boat. But once the sinker had found it's spot, and I'd reeled it so that there was just a slight bend in the rod at the tip, there was nothing to do but to sit, watch, and wish.
I would sit comfortably on a lawnchair in the middle of the deck, with my feet up on the yellow plastic covered boat couch, holding the rod as steadily as I could, and just stare at the last eyelet on the end of the rod. If I got a bite, or even if I thought I did, I would try to set the hook. Most of the time, it was just the wind, or the current shaking the rod, and I would have to tighten the slack and wait and stare some more. Every once in a while we would catch some bottom-feeding sucker or maybe even a catfish. But the real fun was in the sitting, the waiting, and the staring.
When dusk would come, and the rod became more difficult to see, sometimes my mind would play tricks on me and I would imagine the tip bending down as if there was something nibbling my worm. Eventually though, it always got too dark to see the rod, and I would have to quit. when either I couldn't see the rod any more, or I was called upstairs by grandma: 'Daaaaaaaa-vidd!'. I hated being done, but I loved the popcorn grandpa popped, and the card game awaiting me.
Thanking God right now for the wonderful times we had as kids, and for the ability to still recall those memories. I am truly blessed.
I watched him at the feeder in the failing light, and it reminded me of sitting still in the fading light when I was young, and about 200 miles farther north...
My mother's parents retired in the 70's, and moved 'up north' to a town called Stanwood, just south of another town called Big Rapids (the only Big Rapids in our great Nation). They bought some property right on the Muskegon River, with a comfortable home on the bluff, cement stairs to get down to the water, a fenced-in back yard with pine trees and a shed, and also the lot across the street, where we played kickball with our cousins.
What I was remembering tonight though, was sitting in grandpa's pontoon boat with a fishing line in the river until late in the evening.,
We would put the weight on the very end of the line, then tie on a worm a foot or so up, and heave it out as far as we could into the river. Grandpa's house was on the steep side, so the water flowed deep and fast just beyond the boat. But once the sinker had found it's spot, and I'd reeled it so that there was just a slight bend in the rod at the tip, there was nothing to do but to sit, watch, and wish.
I would sit comfortably on a lawnchair in the middle of the deck, with my feet up on the yellow plastic covered boat couch, holding the rod as steadily as I could, and just stare at the last eyelet on the end of the rod. If I got a bite, or even if I thought I did, I would try to set the hook. Most of the time, it was just the wind, or the current shaking the rod, and I would have to tighten the slack and wait and stare some more. Every once in a while we would catch some bottom-feeding sucker or maybe even a catfish. But the real fun was in the sitting, the waiting, and the staring.
When dusk would come, and the rod became more difficult to see, sometimes my mind would play tricks on me and I would imagine the tip bending down as if there was something nibbling my worm. Eventually though, it always got too dark to see the rod, and I would have to quit. when either I couldn't see the rod any more, or I was called upstairs by grandma: 'Daaaaaaaa-vidd!'. I hated being done, but I loved the popcorn grandpa popped, and the card game awaiting me.
Thanking God right now for the wonderful times we had as kids, and for the ability to still recall those memories. I am truly blessed.
Friday, March 20, 2020
Tuesday, March 17, 2020
Stupid questions protestors ask #3
"Why do you leave Jesus on the cross? Don't you know He's risen?"
Well, dearest brother in Christ, like I always say: 'Read your Scriptures.' And not just the passages that support your misguided, reprobate dogma, please!
The Epistle to the Hebrews is a wonderful treatise on salvation history, comparing and contrasting always with the Levitical code. In chapter 7 the inspired author reminds the reader of the relationship Melchizedek, both priest and king, had with Abraham. Chapter 8 then discusses Jesus the Christ, as the fulfillment of prophecy. In Chapter 9 the author sums up our belief in that Jesus as both the Sacrifice and Mediator of the New Covenant. And before he commences to eschatological truths ( verses 23-28), he ends a paragraph with '...and without the shedding of blood there is no forgiveness.'
That's why, protestors. Jesus walking on water, or healing the sleeping daughter or praying in the Garden doesn't forgive our sins. There had to be a Sacrifice - a slain Lamb -Whose blood flowed down the tree during the hours of His execution.
We do not glibly dismiss this Crucifixion.
It means everything.
So take your threats, and your sheriff, and get off my property.
Well, dearest brother in Christ, like I always say: 'Read your Scriptures.' And not just the passages that support your misguided, reprobate dogma, please!
The Epistle to the Hebrews is a wonderful treatise on salvation history, comparing and contrasting always with the Levitical code. In chapter 7 the inspired author reminds the reader of the relationship Melchizedek, both priest and king, had with Abraham. Chapter 8 then discusses Jesus the Christ, as the fulfillment of prophecy. In Chapter 9 the author sums up our belief in that Jesus as both the Sacrifice and Mediator of the New Covenant. And before he commences to eschatological truths ( verses 23-28), he ends a paragraph with '...and without the shedding of blood there is no forgiveness.'
That's why, protestors. Jesus walking on water, or healing the sleeping daughter or praying in the Garden doesn't forgive our sins. There had to be a Sacrifice - a slain Lamb -Whose blood flowed down the tree during the hours of His execution.
We do not glibly dismiss this Crucifixion.
It means everything.
So take your threats, and your sheriff, and get off my property.
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