Our little painted turtle loved to have his head scratched–and his chin and lower jaw, too. I always fed him by hand, so he was quite people-oriented. He also lived in hope that Henry the cat would someday bring him food, too, but in this he was disappointed: Henry just liked to sit there and watch him.
A lot of different kids of turtles make very nice pets.
This is the hymn that comes to my mind this afternoon. We are in an evil age and we need more Christian soldiers.
Our sword is the sword of the spirit, and the word of God; our shield, the shield of faith. We wear the breastplate of righteousness, and the helmet of salvation (Ephesians 6: 10-18). And our ammunition is our prayers.
We have no king but Jesus Christ.
Onward, Christian Soldiers–performed by the students at Fountainview Academy.
Rush Limbaugh receiving his Medal of Freedom. Melania Trump does the honors.
I am very sorry to report that Rush Limbaugh, 70, has died of cancer. We have lost a champion of the conservative cause.
As one of El Rushbo’s 40 million listeners, going back several decades, I learned a lot from him. I think the biggest eye-opener I got from him was the realization that government has no money of its own and creates no wealth on its own: it has only the wealth that we, the American people, create by working for it. Government can’t “give” anybody anything; it can only take from some to award to others–and very seldom justly, or wisely. Thank you for that insight, Rush.
We are at a perilous juncture in our nation’s history, and to lose Mr. Limbaugh now is to lose much.
But we still have our prayers, and I take some comfort from the thought that as his life drew to a close, Rush learned to lean more and more upon the everlasting arms of Jesus Christ Our Lord. I hope there’s another microphone waiting for him in Christ’s Kingdom.
Instructed by the Holy Spirit, Isaiah wrote, “The righteous perisheth, and no man layeth it to heart: and merciful men are taken away, none considering that the righteous is taken away from the evil to come. He shall enter into peace: they shall rest in their beds, each one walking in his uprightness.” (Isaiah 57: 1-2)
I pray we aren’t there yet, and that the Savior will deliver us from the snares of the ungodly. But if we are, then I pray the Lord will give us faith, courage, strength, endurance, and wisdom. Because we shall need it, every drop of it.
Kenilworth Castle today
Shh! Quiet, please! Sir Walter Scott is gonna tell a story.
Kenilworth is a political thriller inspired by a ghost story, which in turn was inspired by an unsolved murder during the reign of Elizabeth I. And speaking of Elizabeth–
Imagine: Your father had your mother beheaded, because he wanted a son instead of you. Your grandfather overthrew a dynasty that had ruled for several centuries. Your half-sister launched a wave of religious persecutions–and married, by proxy, your country’s arch-enemy, the king of Spain. Your generation’s grandparents remember the Wars of the Roses, which nearly depopulated England. Then came wave after wave of religious violence.
And on top of all that: on top of knowing that you are queen of a powder keg that could blow at any minute: on top of all that, you have to somehow dominate this nest of vipers and cannibals you’ve inherited as your English ruling class–and you dearly want to do it without resorting to tyranny and mass murder.
Welcome to Elizabethan England. If you wake up alive tomorrow, thank God and Queen Elizabeth for that.
The hero of Kenilworth tries to save a young woman who has been caught up in a web of deadly court intrigue in which more than a few lives are at stake. And because Sir Walter has provided us with the back story, in his introduction, we the readers know things that the characters don’t know, and we experience ever-heightening suspense as the characters mis-read and mis-play one situation after another. You want to warn them, but you can’t.
Oh, how I wish Akira Kurosawa could’ve made a movie out of this! It would’ve been right up his street. He might have recast it into a Japanese historical/cultural context, but so what? It would’ve been great! Starring Toshiro Mifune as the hero. There’s also a character named Flibbertygibbet. How cool is that?
No, I’m not going to tell you how the story comes out. That would be a kind of robbery. But it’s one of those stories that’ll still be suspenseful even if you’ve read it before.
Hats off to Walter Scott!
I wonder how this lawsuit turned out. If I were the judge, I would have jailed the plaintiffs and their lawyer for wasting the court’s time.
You’d swear people are forgetting how to be human. I hated school, but I did enjoy the games–musical chairs, huckle-buckle beanstalk (what fun that was!), duck-duck-goose… Little did I know, or even suspect, or imagine, that “forcing” kids to play with other children “of disparate build” and abilities exposes everyone but the school janitor to unbearable mental anguish and emotional trauma blah-blah-blah.
They’re trying to turn us into Eloi. So they can be Morlocks and eat us.
The video track here is a bit murkey, but it’s Sir Harry Secombe on the audio and that’s as clear as a bell–The Lord Is My Shepherd.
After yesterday’s oddities, I’ll be interested to see whether anybody views this.
Admittedly this video is short; but I’ll bet you’ve never seen its like before.
This cat has a good thing going. He should patent it. It adds a whole new dimension to going down a flight of stairs.
A word of caution: Don’t try this in a lighthouse.
Well, we do have a hymn request by now, from Erlene–An Evening Prayer, by Carroll Roberson.
Still wondering why no one viewed the morning’s hymn today…
Every day, the first thing I post here is a hymn.
Today, for the first time ever, the daily hymn has no views. Zip, zero, nada. This is so unusual, I just have to ask about it. I mean, what’s not to like about He Leadeth Me?
Reminder to new arrivals: we’re always glad to post hymn requests. So if you have a hymn you’d like to share, just let us know.
