Category Archives: Video

Babies & Dogs: Who Copies Whom?

Do babies learn from dogs, or dogs from babies? Here we see dogs imitating babies, and babies imitating dogs. Well, dogs are way better role models than some of the ones we pick up later in life: maybe babies are born with good sense. It would be so cool if they could talk to us! So many things I’d love to ask a baby… or a dog.


‘My Jesus, I Love Thee’

I never knew of this hymn until I found it this morning. Here we have it a la Sunday school: just the one lady on the one piano, and you have to sing it yourself. Sometimes that’s the way I like it.

And now I have to go to the nursing home and hand in a whopping big box of Aunt Joan’s paperwork, which we will be exceedingly glad to get out of our hair–and even gladder if we did the job right and her future care is ensured. Good grief, imagine having to do this with clay tablets…


More Cats and Babies

Cats and human babies have something in common. Obviously, both have minds in which various things go on–things which fascinate us, but about which we can only speculate because neither cats nor babies can tell us what they’re thinking. And for my next question–does the one know what the other’s thinking?


Encore: ‘Oh, Sinner Man!’

If God has blessed your art, this is what you get when you take a traditional African-American spiritual, Celtic mandolin music, and video of Scotland’s offshore islands–this wonderful rendition of Oh, Sinner Man! Where You Gonna Run To?

As this hymn makes so clear, there will indeed be judgment–and there’s nowhere any sinner can go to escape it. The sure escape is through belief and trust in Jesus Christ, who has already in His own person paid the penalty for our sins. But no amount of fast talk, no amount of money, no amount of political pull will suffice us. It’s very much a Jesus Christ-or-nothing proposition.


The Unemployable Cat

This is the kind of thing that goes on under Baroness Vannett’s back porch all the time, in my Bell Mountain books. Wait’ll this cat tries to get a job at any farm. “You play with the rats? Get lost!”

But I’ve had rats as pets, and mine were wonderful–affectionate, fun-loving, and smart (even if they were a little hard on each other). People who muttered “Yeeeew!” when I brought one of my rats into the vet’s waiting room wound up petting and talking baby-talk to it.

And I did have a cat named Henry who peacefully sniffed at my pet mice and never tried to knock the lid off their aquarium. But I think that was because what he really wanted was my baby fence lizards. Oh, he wanted them so badly! But he didn’t get ’em.


Happy Birthday, Linda (‘Praise the Lord’)

Our friend Linda Sorci is having a birthday today, and she’s asked us to play this worship song by Chris Christian, Praise the Lord. So here it is!

But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel.   –Psalm 22:3


Hank Williams: ‘I Saw the Light’

Running late today, but never mind. And I hope you don’t mind letting a Hank Williams song do the honors today: I Saw the Light, from 1948. Oops, that’s old.

I can’t believe God isn’t pleased when our otherwise thoughtless popular culture turns around to praise Him. Poor Williams, a victim of incurable chronic back pain, died in 1953 at the age of 29 from a heart attack brought on by prescription drugs and alcohol. But he had this song to give us first–inspired, he said, by a remark made by his mother on their way home from church.


Everyone’s a Critic!

So you’re trying to get your career in the opera under way, practicing in the most private place you’ve got–and along comes this cat who just has to criticize. But then cats have their own ideas about what constitutes music.


A Cozy Little Snake

Hi, Mr. Nature here–with an animal that possibly lives in your own back yard without your ever having seen it: DeKay’s snake, aka the brown snake.

I know, I know, quite a few of you are afraid of snakes. But these are very small, totally harmless, and of a very meek temperament: I’ve caught many of them by hand, and not one has ever tried to bite me. Anyhow, they couldn’t hurt you if they wanted to, and they seem to know it. Most of them, when caught and handled, calm down in a matter of seconds. They used to be pretty common in my neighborhood, but what with the perpetual war on nature that goes on in New Jersey, it’s been a couple of years since I’ve seen one. I miss them.

These little snakes live in leaf litter, where their small size and generally brown or greyish coloration helps them blend into the background. They eat bugs and slugs and grubs, and the occasional earthworm–in fact, they eat a lot of things that any gardener would want them to eat.

Again, they never try to bite when you pick them up. No self-respecting Northern water snake would ever let you get away with that. DeKay’s snake is not a very exciting snake–which is the way I like them.

So there you have it, more of God’s stuff–a little animal that’s pretty to look at, easy to handle, and does no harm whatsoever. It deserves the right to go about its peaceful little business unmolested.


‘Be Thou My Vision’

I haven’t posted this for quite a while–one of my favorites, Be Thou My Vision. This hymn comes to us from Ireland, back in the 8th century, and has never lost its power to stir our souls and remind us that we love our God.

Sing out louder, everybody, sing it louder: the times are evil, but our God is good.


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