Few & Far Between
***Darn, I have so many things I'd like to write about, and too little time to do it.
***Did you read about the "scream at the sky" protests by the Left on the anniversary of Trump's election? It would be hilarious if it weren't so pathetic. It's hard to find the words to describe the asininity of this.
Check out the videos at the link. Really?? These people think they are smarter than the rest of us and know who would best serve our country? If you are a liberal, you really should be humiliated. And...isn't "the leftwing Refuse Fascism group" kind of silly? I would bet $100 that if you asked one of their members they couldn't define "fascism" correctly.
"A political philosophy, movement, or regime (such as that of the Fascisti) that exalts nation and often race above the individual and that stands for a centralized autocratic government headed by a dictatorial leader, severe economic and social regimentation, and forcible suppression of opposition."
Hmmmm...they call fascism "right wing," but the above more closely defines leftist philosophy.
***Anyway...to more positive things...we sang one of my favorite hymns this morning...
It Is Well
Words: Horatio G. Spafford, 1873.
Music: Ville du Havre, Philip P. Bliss, 1876 (MIDI, score). The tune is named after the ship on which Spafford’s children perished, the S.S. Ville de Havre. Ironically, Bliss himself died in a tragic train wreck shortly after writing this music.
AMEN.
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When Will Rogers was being taken to the White House to meet President Calvin Coolidge, he was cautioned not to try to be funny because the President had no sense of humor. The undaunted Rogers bet that he could have Coolidge laughing within 20 seconds. When the formal introduction was made, "Mr. President, may I introduce my friend, Mr. Will Rogers," Rogers held out his hand with a questioning look and said, "Pardon me, I didn't quite get the name." Coolidge roared with laughter, and Rogers won the wager.
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“You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching,
Love like you'll never be hurt,
Sing like there's nobody listening,
And live like it's heaven on earth.”
― William W. Purkey
***Did you read about the "scream at the sky" protests by the Left on the anniversary of Trump's election? It would be hilarious if it weren't so pathetic. It's hard to find the words to describe the asininity of this.
From helpless cries to primal screams, liberals protested the one-year anniversary of President Trump’s election by huddling together in public spaces and howling from sea to shining sea.A year after Trump's historic underdog win over Democratic presidential nominee Hillary Clinton, hundreds of anti-Trump protesters gathered in locales such as New York City's Washington Square Park for an event urging attendees to "scream helplessly at the sky."Many attendees, at the end of a countdown, let out varied shouts, shrieks, screeches and yowls while standing in place, putting their heads back and crying out towards the sky.
The leftwing Refuse Fascism group, which is associated with the Revolutionary Communist Party, showed up with signs, drums and a host of chants.
Check out the videos at the link. Really?? These people think they are smarter than the rest of us and know who would best serve our country? If you are a liberal, you really should be humiliated. And...isn't "the leftwing Refuse Fascism group" kind of silly? I would bet $100 that if you asked one of their members they couldn't define "fascism" correctly.
"A political philosophy, movement, or regime (such as that of the Fascisti) that exalts nation and often race above the individual and that stands for a centralized autocratic government headed by a dictatorial leader, severe economic and social regimentation, and forcible suppression of opposition."
Hmmmm...they call fascism "right wing," but the above more closely defines leftist philosophy.
***Anyway...to more positive things...we sang one of my favorite hymns this morning...
It Is Well
Words: Horatio G. Spafford, 1873.
Music: Ville du Havre, Philip P. Bliss, 1876 (MIDI, score). The tune is named after the ship on which Spafford’s children perished, the S.S. Ville de Havre. Ironically, Bliss himself died in a tragic train wreck shortly after writing this music.
This hymn was written after two major traumas in Spafford’s life. The first was the great Chicago Fire of October 1871, which ruined him financially (he had been a wealthy businessman). Shortly after, while crossing the Atlantic, all four of Spafford’s daughters died in a collision with another ship. Spafford’s wife Anna survived and sent him the now famous telegram, “Saved alone.” Several weeks later, as Spafford’s own ship passed near the spot where his daughters died, the Holy Spirit inspired these words. They speak to the eternal hope that all believers have, no matter what pain and grief befall them on earth.
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.
But, Lord, ‘tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord!
Blessèd hope, blessèd rest of my soul!
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Refrain
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
Refrain
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
Refrain
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.
Refrain
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord!
Blessèd hope, blessèd rest of my soul!
Refrain
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.
Refrain
AMEN.
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When Will Rogers was being taken to the White House to meet President Calvin Coolidge, he was cautioned not to try to be funny because the President had no sense of humor. The undaunted Rogers bet that he could have Coolidge laughing within 20 seconds. When the formal introduction was made, "Mr. President, may I introduce my friend, Mr. Will Rogers," Rogers held out his hand with a questioning look and said, "Pardon me, I didn't quite get the name." Coolidge roared with laughter, and Rogers won the wager.
***
“You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching,
Love like you'll never be hurt,
Sing like there's nobody listening,
And live like it's heaven on earth.”
― William W. Purkey
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