Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Friday, January 1, 2016

Who wants to join the "Everlasting Song"? I do!

In my imagination I am sitting in my 2nd grade classroom. I know exactly where I was sitting when my teacher said, think of the meanest person you know. My daddy was very strict, but he was not in my mind at all. Only one person was in my mind. I said and made a determination that very day to practice trying to be nice, so as not to imitate that horrid relationship that I had with that woman.

Now in my classroom my teacher is asking, who wants to join the everlasting song...

Sometimes, I listen to the earthly song and wonder if the Heavenly Anthem is strong enough to drown it. One day, the earthly song will be a distant memory. Sometimes, it crowds out the Heavenly Anthem. Sometimes, as devices and technology increases, I wonder if the Heavenly Anthem is strong enough to drown the earthly song. God's devices are greater in amount and quality.

Was Pharoah's army drowned in the red sea? It is not about whether it will be drowned, but whether we will be attached to the Heavenly Anthem or the dying earthly song. God, loose our grasp from the earthly song, that we may embrace the Heavenly Anthem and rise to drown the earthly song.

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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