Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

This time, the angels were arguing about why do I get credit for reading the Bible, when I make the "machine" do it for me?

They are not allowed to accuse, the brethren, unless they are demons, but this was a legitimate question of theirs. I saw them standing around my little rock column and they were taking one out for the missed day. They expected the whole thing to fall down. We were all surprised that it stood soundly. Consistency in Bible reading is not the rock on that column, the soul's exposure to that reading is the little rock that they put in or take out of the column. Many things degrade a culture, but Bible reading and exposure to the word of God are little pebbles in the small column that holds the culture up another level or down, should it collapse. They kept flying around the structure, trying to see what held it up...I still can't believe that it didn't fall down when we had to take that pebble out for her flagrant disregard for the word, on a day. You get a bigger stone, if your reading has gone through the entire scripture in any of the years. I do hope I get my increase when New Years comes. We'll see.

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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