A Warning from Malachi

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“Well, ya see, all religions, like, they’re all true and it don’t matter what you believe or what you worship, as long as you’re sincere… so you can worship stuff like this!”

My daily Bible reading this morning brought me to this verse, Malachi 2:17–

Ye have wearied the Lord with your words. Yet ye say, Wherein have we wearied Him? when ye say, Every one that doeth evil is good in the sight of the Lord, and He delighteth in them; or, Where is the God of judgment?

Through the prophet Malachi, God aimed this rebuke and warning at the church leaders of those days, the priests of the Temple in Jerusalem.

“Hmmm, let’s see, what can we do to get with the times? And win some worldly praise!  How about some gay marriages? We can say the Bible’s wrong about that. Ooh-ooh! How about this–bring an effigy of an Amazon river goddess into the holy place and have the clergy treat it as if it were really some kind of deity?”

Can today’s churchmen, who make it all up as they go along, honestly believe that God is pleased with them? And yet they ask, “Where is the God of judgment?” Which means, “See? We’re getting away with it! God won’t stop us!”

Yo, sunshine! Do you think God won’t judge you? Do you think he sees the things you do, and hears the things you say, and takes delight in you?

He’s talking to you, babe. And you’d better listen.

Holy Cow! 2,000 Days

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WordPress has just informed me that I have now blogged here for 2,000 days in a row. That’s over five years, day after day.

Okay, it’s not exactly Cal Ripken Jr. playing 2,632 baseball games in a row, with or without injuries, and missing none. “Waddaya want, a medal? Where do we put the statue?” I’d better not make a big deal about it, other than to note my surprise at having reached this milestone at all.

Long ago I asked God to let me be a writer, and that’s what He did.

So I might as well write!

‘You’ve Got to Read This’ (2016)

Notes on the Parables of Our Lord

Notes on the Parables of Our Lord, by Richard Chenevix Trench–doesn’t sound all that inviting, does it? But if you’re looking for an after-Christmas present for yourself or someone that you love, this little book is golden.

You’ve Got to Read This!

The thing about Our Lord’s parables, as John MacArthur observes, is, you’ve got to study them. Devote some thought to them. The more, the better. And you’ll be amazed by the unexpected treasures you discover.

Rev. Trench, speaking to us out of the 19th century, can help us make discoveries in Scripture.

What better way to start the year?

By Request, ‘In the Bleak Midwinter’

Requested by Ina, In the Bleak Midwinter, sung by the choir and congregation at Gloucester Cathedral.

Let’s keep the carols coming, everybody. I don’t want to write up any nooze this weekend unless it’s absolutely unavoidable.

Marco Polo Was a Hamster

Well, okay, maybe he wasn’t–but as an explorer, he had nothin’ on the hamster in this video.

Imagine yourself in the Land of Huge Colossal Giants (about 12 miles south of Sayreville, NJ), stuck in a giant’s house where the risers on the stairs are ten feet high. Are you going up those stairs? Ah! But the hamster goes tirelessly up and down the stairs and all around the house, and even climbs up into somebody’s lap for a brief cuddle.

Determined little character, isn’t he?

‘Freddy and the Bean Home News’

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Is it okay for me to review a book when I’ve only just started to read it? Yeah, well, why not?

Only Walter R. Brooks would ever think of starting a sentence with these words: “There was an ant named Jerry Peters…”

I got this for Christmas this year, Freddy and the Bean Home News. It’s one of the few Freddy the Pig books that I haven’t read. But I know I’m going to love it.

I read a lot of these when I was a little boy, scarfed ’em down like marshmallow peeps. Back then, it was the story and the characters that kept me coming back for more. But now I read them for the subtle wit and humor that went right over my head when I was ten or twelve years old. How many writers can write just as effectively for young children and mature (chronologically, at least) adults? I think I might enjoy them even more now than I did as a child–and that’s saying something.

What could be more soothing, more quietly hilarious, than a Freddy book? Mr. Brooks cranked them out for almost 40 years, and there’s not a bad one in the bunch. Ideal for reading aloud to your kids or grandchildren; and just as ideal for reading for yourself.

Many of these have been recently reprinted, and the rest are available online through used book services. Rejoice!

 

Memory Lane: It Should’ve Been a Snow Day

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We lived some two miles from our high school, and to get there, we usually took the Public Service bus. Or walked.

In those days, they were rather averse to closing the school on account of snow. So one day, as it snowed rather heavily, my brother and I, and our friend Gary, found ourselves standing almost knee-deep in snow, waiting for the bus. Which never came. So we had to walk, because there had been no official school closing.

The home room bell used to ring at 7:18 a.m. We got there at around 10:30, and found the school virtually deserted. The few students who had made it there now gathered in Mrs. Wilcox’s chemistry lab, where she had a dart board. Maybe 5% of the student body made it to school that day, and maybe a dozen of the teachers. By and by the principal stopped in and told us we might as well go home. It didn’t occur to him to recommend any particular way of accomplishing that.

So we walked: another two miles in snow that was now hip-deep. I’m afraid we loved every minute of it. We finally got back home around supper-time. And the next day it was sleeping late, soup for breakfast, and sleds and snow-men instead of algebra and English grammar. There are few times in life when you come out that far ahead on the deal!

It’s Official! Contest Extended

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G’day! Byron the Quokka here, at the beach, and I’ve just heard good news! We’re taking our cue from TheWhiteRabbit (he ought to be made an Honorary Quokka), and extending the contest for the full 12 days of Christmas, wrapping up on Monday, Jan. 6–Epiphany. So let’s keep those Christmas carols coming!

Y’know something? Some of you have been here for years and years, and have never yet requested a hymn. That’s bashful! Only a few readers have entered carols into our Second Annual Christmas Carol Contest.

Well, don’t be shy–we’re all friends here. You’ve got till the Monday after next.

The winner is whoever’s carol gets the most views on the day it was posted. So far the leading carol has 44 views. The prize is an autographed copy of His Mercy Endureth Forever, when it’s published sometime early next year.

I’m supposed to be administrating this contest, so don’t make me look like a doo-dah!

 

By Request, ‘Adeste Fideles’ (Pavarotti)

Requested by TheWhiteRabbit–Luciano Pavarotti singing Adeste Fideles (O Come All Ye Faithful), at Notre Dame Cathedral, Montreal. This video was made in 1978–wow, has it really been 41 years? But the hymn, the day, and the power of the Holy Spirit are ageless.

‘No End in Sight’ (2010)

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This was part of a series of articles I wrote for Chalcedon, in 2006, about paganism and goddess worship in the churches.

No End In Sight

It’s kind of long; but as you’ll see, if you read it, it’s long because there was so much material to report.

I thought I ought to re-run this piece because, although it’s almost 2020 now, there’s no sign of the paganized churches cleaning up their act. No denomination is safe.

They are at risk of divine judgment.