Source: Reeding Grate Litterture!
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If you’ve ever had a hankering to get chased by birds as big as horses, or go boating among the lake monsters, or secretly prowl the network of ancient tunnels beneath the city–well, then, this is the vacation for you. Like, it’s got everything!
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I’m announcing this prize very early. Whoever posts Comment No. 15,000 on this blog will win it. That ought to take a few months. There’ll be plenty of time for new readers to come aboard and get a little taste of Obann. Plus cat videos, which have not yet been invented there.
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I envy the reader who will wind up exploring Lintum Forest with Helki the Rod as his guide, or sitting around an Abnak campfire to hear Prester Orth preach the Word of God. I wish I could enter, too, but it’s just not done, to enter one’s own contest.
The Voice of Eden again, this time singing co-ed: Burdens Are Lifted at Calvary.
I don’t know where in India these brothers and sisters of our come from, but I’m as sure as I can be that their sweet singing pleases God. I find their example inspiring. It isn’t so easy to be a Christian, in certain parts of the world. We here in the West have very little to contend with, compared to these new Christians. May the Lord Our God awaken our courage–and our zeal.
Father in Heaven, on this day, the day between Good Friday and Easter, we proclaim that Jesus Christ Our Lord was dead and laid in a tomb, prior to His Resurrection. We proclaim these things as truth, now and forever.
Lord, this is an evil age. We have important people, even religious leaders, even leaders in the Church, making Christ equal with other gods who are no gods, and making unbelief equal with faithfulness to Jesus Christ. And because we see as men see, the things we see make even many of your saints downhearted.
We are your people, the sheep of your hand. Make us also, O Lord, your oxen, strong to labor.
Grant power to this Easter holiday, power to enthrone Christ, whose right it is to rule Creation: power to enthrone Him on the earth, and power to enthrone Him in our hearts. We cannot know when You, Father, will send your Son back to earth: that day, be it tomorrow or a thousand years from now, is known only to you. But Jesus’ throne can be set up in our hearts now.
O Lord Our God, whatever your timetable may be (for a thousand years in your sight is as a watch in the night), exalt Our Savior among the heathen, exalt Him in the earth: and let Him be exalted now, even now, in our hearts.
In Jesus’ name, amen.
This is the Voice of Eden, eight voices, singing Up From the Grave He Arose–thank you, brothers! Turn up the volume, sing along: this is Christ’s triumph. “Earth could not keep its prey/ He tore the bars away…” Jesus Christ, our Savior and our King!
This is Good Friday, and this hymn, by Johann Sebastian Bach, reminds us why we mark this day–O Sacred Head, Now Wounded, sung by the choir at Kings College, Cambridge.
He was wounded for our transgressions, and bruised for our iniquities.
This is Jesus Christ the Son of God, Our Lord.
Source: Nero and His Kind: Fear Them Not
Haters thay think jist becose we in Gender Studies “it” meanes we hasnt got no taiste in litterture! Boy is that stopid thing to say! We “are” Interllecturals so of corse we reed grate litterture al the time!!
I has reeded al the grates,, Spiderman and Battman and Trans Formers witch “is my” favrote becose al them chacterers thay “are” Trans Gender! and to-day we “had a” guesst lectrer she teached us al “abuot how” Not to reed Racist litterture wrote by Wite Privledge Hattero-Sexist Mails! Becose it wil Rot yuor Mind and yiu only shuld “reed” litterture by wimmim and gay and peple thay are Not wite!
She sayed the porpose of litterture it “is to” Expant yuor Mind and make you Self more Progrestive! so i buyed me a isstue of “this” Doom Patrol Comick becose it got a pitcure of this hear Wite Mail he turnt into a Monster part Tryanosaurrus and part Octapuss! i think he “looks” like Donold Trumpt! and it taked me a Long Time to reed it and then i Had “to” throw it Out becose it didnt have no Gay Heero in it! and Besides it was “kind of” Racist tooo!
From Now On i wil onely reed litterture that cellerbates Diversity and thare istnt no Bynary Gender peple in it!!! and i wented To our Statchue of Pressadint Obamma and prombised him I wuld nevver reed no more Strait Wite Prifflidge litterture no more! That sure Made me feeel better!
PS, somboddy he jist toled me That thare wasnt no Octapuss in that comick After All it was some “kind of” Tree insted so now i has got to treye to Get my monny back!!!
Sometimes you, my readers, put things so eloquently that I find it best just to step aside and let you speak.
Some of you–I daresay just about all of us, from time to time–look at world events today and fear the future. I can’t imagine what it would be like, not to. The servants of Satan are running wild. Who can stop them, short of Christ’s return? We cannot help thinking the Last Days are just around the corner, if they haven’t started already, and that there’s going to be an awful lot of collateral damage–to say the least.
Isaiah, speaking for the Lord, wrote, “Cease ye from man, whose breath is in his nostrils: for wherein is he to be accounted of?” (Isaiah 2:22)
He might have been thinking of Nero, Emperor of Rome, who persecuted Christians viciously, put on airs like no Roman before him had ever dared to do, and wound up miserably put to death by his own subjects. Here we have him as played by Peter Ustinov in Quo Vadis (1951)–coward, bully, and self-proclaimed poet whose lines don’t even scan and are peppered with the wrong words. Let this Nero stand for all the persons whom we’re afraid of today: he is a more than adequate representative.
Yes, he did a lot of damage. He killed a lot of people. As our friend Watchman pointed out the other day, God works within the confines of free will. And I believe that God intervenes in history. If He didn’t, we would have no history.
But in the long run, Nero was an idiot, Nero was a fool, he had nowhere near the power and might he thought he had, it proved a fairly simple matter for a small number of people to murder him–and he’s gone, but Jesus Christ still reigns.
And shall reign forever, and ever–King of Kings and Lord of Lords, and a priest after the order of Melchizedek.
This is a psalm about the Messiah, Our Lord Jesus Christ. It words provide no comfort to His enemies; but to us who love Him, they are sweet.
This is Good Friday, marking His humiliation and torment and death on the Cross–for us. For you and for me.
This Psalm is about what happens afterward.