Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Sunday, September 13, 2020

So What? About Wormwood...

 Amos 5:7

Ye who turn judgment to wormwood, and leave off righteousness in the earth,


Revelation 8:11 

And the name of the star is called Wormwood: and the third part of the waters became wormwood; and many men died of the waters, because they were made bitter.

Let X= CS Lewis’ Wormwood = the educations system

Let X+1=Roald Dahl’s Wormwood= the educated in the 1/3 education system Matilde?

Let conclusion be erasing the poisonous wormwood of reciprocating people for the sins of the fathers, perhaps encapsulated in “Cancel Culture”


Prayer and Activism to infuse God back into our knowledge!  this is Not Rocket science?

Reverse Osmosis cleansing of the waters of learning?


The Lord delivered Daniel from an education system that was frought with superstition and taught him to “believe the science” but he didn’t lose his faith in God to learn to believe the science.  God enabled him to preserve the scriptures and the spiritual foundations and advance the culture that God had placed him in and preserve to some extent the lives of the people of God as well.

Monday, September 7, 2020

Where did the Birdies go?


 I saw no birds at the park or outside my home.  I thought I saw a swift hummingbird at Church.  But I am in such grief that they are not around here over this weekend.  Where did they go?

Usually, Mr. and Mrs.  Bluejay come to the courts to emphasize to me the importance of putting my entire effort into my tennis in the eyes of my children that they would learn to develop their wingspans.  

Woefully limp wing muscles on your youngest fledgling, they point out.  You have to show them how to develop this muscle, or they never will fly.  I know.  I confess to Mr. Bluejay, but he wasn't there to tell me that.  

Instead, It was the butterflies that came to coach me.  They said it is the cooling down time.  Why so hard?  Why do you hit it so hard?  Try to find a light touch serve.  They implored.  I must confess that I absolutely have never tried to hit a soft serve in my life.  I may have hit it soft by accident.  But the butterflies said try to find out how softly you can hit the ball and still get the ball across the net.  I tried and it was like being in slow motion.  I did 10 and then when I went back to my hard ball I had such a greater accuracy.  I was appreciative of their inserting their 2 cents.

Butterfly serves would be my practice in regularity and then work up to the hard balls.   I love to slam the ball and I go to the courts to get out some of my anger on the ball.  But there was some merit in finding the lighter alternative.


There were also some lessons about directing my limpwinged and highly tech minded young one.  It is not the same game with him.  He is used to light touches and a heavy hand could crush his spirit.  Lighten up and keep your racquet on the ball for a longer period of time.  Go back to the time of 18 and unders and become a "pusher" again.  That is really hard!

Saturday, July 25, 2020

Devotional providential lesson?

2 Kings 1:13 
And he sent again a captain of the third fifty with his fifty. And the third captain of fifty went up, and came and fell on his knees before Elijah, and besought him, and said unto him, O man of God, I pray thee, let my life, and the life of these fifty thy servants, be precious in thy sight.

Jesus met with Elijah in the mountain.  Could it be that Jesus was discussing with him the parts of his soul that were engaged when he called fire down from heaven on those troops?  Was fear a motivating factor?  Were there things that Elijah still could have learned from John the Baptist’s response in impending doom?  Jesus was truly the greatest example of not calling down fire from heaven, with all authority under heaven.  He went the final mile of the journey with no animosity against the entire earth because He could see that He was saving souls and not destroying.

Sunday, June 7, 2020

Mercury and I broke my fridge thermometer

How many generations took their temperatures using a mercury thermometer?

Are we all mad hatters?

The way we learn is different.  the way we retain is different.  We are all as an earlier generation one moment close to losing it.  Some had fevers more and some had less fevers.  More or less mercury under the tongue and or in the rectum?  Why are we so unstable?  We know why

Goals for using this generation and socializing thsi generation of madness properly.  Perhaps God will allow us to inherit the earth in our resurrected bodies, because of the horrific reality of the racism and polution from the industrial revolution that we inherited.  

I think we did pretty good at cleaning some of the mess up that we inherited and we are mad hatters.  Perhaps we will be allowed to live into eternity with only part of our brains in tact.  i believe we will have all of our faculties restored when we find the tree of life.

I believe that our partiality allows us to see the puzzle that we are trying to put together.  If we weren’t mad we couldn’t see it.

Once God has used our crazed perceptions to find the impossible and then he will put our mercury poised brains back in our heads.  We are reaping generations of wrong thinking and we are also heaping data upon data, some useful information and some useless.  Our less mercurial children often help us sift out the unnecessary in their detail oriented perspectives.  

But I do believe that God has for us the answer for the puzzle right before our eyes and when we repent and turn he will hand it to us as a free gift.  Sometimes I see it as clear as if it is in front of me and then it vanishes in my darkened tunnel of unbelief!

jayne c walker's

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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