Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Learning to listen to the songs of the angels, was a great lesson at my previous job.

Perhaps it is only through the whistles of the hornets nests that they jam, but I had never heard the angel's jam as they did in insurances. At church, it is a simple song of rejoicing and delight. Insurance pillars are another place that the angels seemed very concerned and deliberate. I don't exactly know why, although I can surmise some of the reasons. That is not my interest in discussing them, today. It was the light show that was breathtaking, that I saw the other night. What a great and beautiful meeting of the angels in the sky. I was grateful to have been included or enlightened to their meeting.

It looked as though the angels get the privilege to dispense certain special abilities in the lightning. It looked like it was their web, like a spider's web. They take the principalities and put a lasso around them and make them subject to the Lord of All. This will never do, we must have this principality overcome that wicked thought pattern and take it captive. Has the church been praying about this or that wicked practice, overwhelming them in their days? The Church has prayed and so we will send that on the barge to the places where prayer is wont. Some of the battles of the spirit are flaming in the sky above us, as we contend in prayer, corporate prayer. What claims are in heaven have to do with whether the conditions are prayed for. Is the language dealing with problems in their culture? Are the children being tolerated or welcomed? Is mercy a forethought or an afterthought? How many children are learning of God's grace and mercy, before the hardening of the conscience? How many are slipping through the cracks? The claims of heaven are more specific and more eternal than those on the earth. Ours is the prayer and the activity part. It seems the angel's take the claims to heaven and dispatch the eternal consequences and the light show seemed to be a meeting, where they burned garbage and recycled what they could. It was beautiful, just the same.

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For the Birds?

For the Birds?
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Sparrow's Spring nest

Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow were caught, by me yesterday, shopping together for a new home. They flitted and flirted, just outside my window. Talking and discussing and lovingly disagreeing, if not arguing the benefits and the pitfalls of living at our house.
Mrs. Sparrow was very impressed with the 2 "ready made" nests hung outside our window. Mr. Sparrow hadn't even thought of them as "ready-made" nests. He used them for the provision of building materials for the private home that he had in mind in a surprise and hidden place. He doesn't like the openness, at all, of our porch. It's much too populated. When Mr. Sparrow gets it into his mind to give his sweet chicky a peck, he wants the freedom to do it without a bunch of younguns peeking over the nest to see what comes next.
Mrs. Sparrow was impressed that the porch was fully protected from hailstones. We all know what happened to a great many of last years' nests in that surprise hailstorm we had. Male birds seem to have a very short memory for storms. They have only one thing in mind in the nest building season... 03/09