Joshua sent us this hymn performed by his brother, Jeremy–Farther Along. There are echoes of the Psalms in here: makes me think of Psalm 73 in particular. “Surely God is good to Israel… But as for me, my feet had almost stumbled, my steps had nearly slipped…” Thank you, Swanson brothers.
Hey, I’ve found a new hymn by the Voice of Eden–and I will post it today if you guys want to hear it. I’ve never heard it before, but I’m sure it’ll be great.
But I do want to know your pleasure! This blog needs waking up! King COVID has cast a spell of drowsiness over the whole world, drowsiness and forgetfulness–don’t tell me you haven’t caught yourselves forgetting to do certain errands that are important but you forgot them anyway. That phenomenon is spreading all over the earth.
We can fight it with hymns! Our King Jesus Christ is mightier than theirs.
As another hymn puts it, “Rise up, O men [and women!] of God.” And as we sometimes sang in Sunday school, with more understanding than we could have realized, “Wise up, O men of God.”
I fully intended not to write up any nooze today, but this story below is so outrageous, so indistinguishable from really nasty satire, and so provoking, that I just can’t help myself.
Next month, as part of an sinternational [Let the typo stand!] Vatican health conference, the Red Pope, Francis I, will buddy up with…. (God, give me strength)…
Doc Fauci, abortion champ and all-around sage Chelsea Clinton, and New Age wally Deepak Chopra–
Wait, wait, stop! What is this–a PBS fund-raiser? April Fool’s was two weeks ago, you missed it!
No. Sorry. It’s true. The Pope, Chelsea Clinton, Deepak Chopra, along with Big Pharma CEOs and assorted celebrities, movie stars, rock stars, will all get together to discuss the interplay of “mind, body, and soul”–you win a tin-foil hat if you can manage to debase all three.
Really? This is a Bosch painting isn’t it? With some input from Dali. This can’t possibly be a Church function. Say it ain’t so, Joe!
I’m afraid it is, kid.
So the Pope is going to yoke himself up with the worldliest of the worldly, and God keep us well away from whatever furrow they might plow. Protect us, O Lord, for your name’s sake! In Jesus’ name, Amen.
I have to do things to keep my sanity. One of those things is to refrain from writing up the nooze on weekends. Not that I can avoid the nooze–who can? But I can draw the line at writing it.
There’s stuff going on out there–produced on purpose, by various people–that’s nothing but a one-way ticket to Hell. A lot of the villains are inordinately rich and powerful, and can’t be stopped by ordinary means.
Oops. See that? Drifting into the nooze while trying not to. That’s how insidious it is.
We can always pray the Lord to fight for us. We can put our trust in the Judge of all the earth to protect the right. In fact, never mind “can.” We have to.
The pot will keep on boiling over the weekend whether we watch it or not. It will still be there on Monday.