I always post any hymn that really asserts itself in my mind, even if I don’t know why it should. This morning that hymn was Draw Me Nearer–a Fanny Crosby classic from 1875. I had a hard time finding a video that was simple and straightforward: so I’ve got this for you, from some little church somewhere. Thank you, whoever you are–that was the way I wanted to hear it.
Not this time!
There’s a city ordinance in San Diego, California–yes, even in California–that says you can’t set up a “marijuana facility” within 1,000 feet of a school, a playground, or a church. So along comes a bunch of potsters setting up their “facility” practically next door to a church–and demanding that the church should move, it has no right to be there. And the city immediately sprang in to side with the potsters (https://www.wnd.com/2019/05/marijuana-firm-attacks-church-loses-badly/).
We are happy to report that the church’s subsequent lawsuit against the city has been settled with the city totally capitulating, a complete victory for the church. The city will pay all the legal fees and amend its ordinances so that this kind of thing will be less likely to occur in the future.
The potsters falsely claimed the church was “in a flood zone” when it wasn’t, then tried to buy the church, and then got the city to go along with their scheme to build a “marijuana facility” practically next door to the church. (Sorry, but I’m not sure what kind of “facility” it was going to be. It didn’t get built, so probably it doesn’t matter.)
The city settled out of court by way of an unconditional surrender. What were they afraid the judge was going to do, if the case came to trial? Maybe they were looking down the barrel of punitive damages like they never imagined.
Is it just me–or is this campaign to legalize pot coming down from somewhere at the top and has an evil intent?
May the Lord our God defend us.
Byron the quokka is about ready to jump out of his skin with excitement. Well, he does take these things to heart. Ever since I made him in charge of the comment contest, he can hardly sit still.
There are a mere 127 comments left to go before someone posts No. 44,000 and wins the contest–and an autographed copy of The Temptation. Byron keeps checking because he wants to make the announcement. Unfortunately, the bicycle he wanted to give away as a prize belonged to someone else who has since gone home with it.
Everyone can play and all comments are eligible, with only these exceptions: comments abusive of anybody on this site; comments containing blasphemy or f-bombs; commercials disguised as comments; and, of course, comments too blindingly stupid to be published. Other than that, anything goes!
You didn’t think I was going to post a picture of a “gay” judge, did you? And on a Sunday, no less. But we did have a deer in our yard this morning.
To the best of my knowledge–maybe the nooze media covered it up–the Obama administration never quite got around to imposing this abomination on us.
But they wanted to. Oh, yeah, they wanted to. “Openly gay” federal judges. As if the flagrant practice of sodomy were a qualification for a federal judgeship.
Please, please, do not ever again let Democrats seize control of the country.
I had never heard this classic hymn before–Victory in Jesus, published in 1939 by Mr. Barlett. Sung here by Burl Ives.
Betcha never thought you were ever gonna see that word in a headline, eh? But obstreporation is sort of what these dogs and bunnies do, once they get going.
Wait a minute. Dogs chase rabbits so they can eat them. Rabbits run away from dogs because they’re terrified of being eaten. But that’s not what’s going on here, is it?
Another glimpse into the Peaceable Kingdom, when it’s ready for us…
Mark Rushdoony wrote this timely reminded of where we and our world are going. It’s a Chalcedon blog piece: “The Operation of God’s Perpetual Providence.”
https://chalcedon.edu/blog/the-operation-of-gods-perpetual-providence
Eschatology, he says, has got to be “our ‘big picture’ of where history is going.” And we find that information in God’s word.
For God’s providence is never turned off, He is never not on duty. He will do all the things He has said He will do, and we who are His people are, by His loving grace, a part of that. We are not orphans: we have a Father. And a place in Christ’s Kingdom.
Something to remember, in this evil age.
Do you enjoy a cracking good detective yarn, full of realistic, vivid characters in an exotic setting–I mean, real exotic?
The late Arthur Upfield’s chronicles of Inspector Napoleon Bonaparte are among the best mystery novels ever written; and the one I’ve just finished reading, Journey to the Hangman, is one of my favorites.
In a very small and close-knit town in the Australian Outback, a town not very far removed at all from its frontier past–we’re in the 1950s here, but the town of Daybreak doesn’t seem to have a single television set–Bony has to solve three murders, with every indication that another murder will be done if he doesn’t catch the killer fast.
Visiting Daybreak is like stepping a hundred years into the past. Indeed, Upfield so excelled at settings that we sometimes forget he was just as masterful at describing characters and bringing them to life.
And of course the centerpiece of all these novels is Bony himself, half-white, half-aborigine–a hunter who has never failed to catch his prey, because he knows that just a single failure would destroy him. When Upfield started writing these books in the 1940s, many white Australians viewed the aborigines as primitive savages: but Upfield delved into the riches of their ancient culture, and wrote of them with respect and admiration. In our own era of supercharged racial politics, Upfield can be read as a voice of sanity. I appreciate that.
Anyway, it’s a real poser of a mystery, and yet we almost don’t care because the place and the people are so fascinating. Upfield knew how to put you there–and only great writers are able to do that… again and again.
I heard this hymn this morning, played by a bagpiper on the steps of St. Francis Church, across the street–The Lord of Sea and Sky. I took that as a hint that I ought to post it. Couldn’t find it with bagpipes, but the National Youth Choir of Scotland is the next best thing. And the lyrics make you think of Samuel, and Isaiah–don’t they?
You know you’ve got to retreat in a hurry, as soon as you run into a bunch of United Nations nincompoops calling themselves “The Working Group of Experts on People of African Descent.”
Yes, these fat-heads say Americans ought to be forced to pay “reparations” for slavery, which ended here over 150 years ago, to persons who were never slaves–paid by, in many cases, people who never owned slaves and whose ancestors came to America after the Civil War.
It’s bad enough we have our home-grown Democrats promoting this unjust and stupid fantasy. But for Citizens Of The World to be doing it on our dime is intolerable.
It would be a very good thing for the United States to drop out of the United Nations now–and kick them out of New York while we’re at it.