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!

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