Anyone who tries to use radio-controlled toys to take over the world had better take our cats and dogs into his calculations–’cause they ain’t gonna let you do it, sunshine!
I’ve never had an RC toy. I suspect that if I did, my cats would wind up under the bed again. Unfamiliar things just freak them out.
Evelyn asked for this one–Yahweh, I Know You Are Near, by Dan Schutte. (I picked one with lyrics for you.)
See? It’s easy to make a hymn request. Just leave it in a comment anywhere, and we’ll do the rest.
Make a joyful noise unto the Lord!
The first time I tried to post this lovely song here, I had nothing but problems. So here it is again–The Last Rose of Summer.
This goes straight to my heart. Poems written by Thomas Moore do have a way of doing that (“The Minstrel Boy,” “Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms”). And I can’t see Andrew Rieu and his orchestra without remembering my aunts at Christmas time, and how they loved his music.
Well, the post seems to have worked this time.
And it looks like the worst part of my allergy attack has abated, thanks be to God.
I did know that Stuart Townend, with Keith Getty, co-wrote In Christ Alone–so that’s a major achievement, so many people already love that hymn. But this is the first I’d ever heard him sing: the 23rd Psalm, set to music by Stuart Townend.
You already know the words.
Requested by Joshua–here’s an a cappella rendition of Crown Him With Many Crowns, by GLAD.
See how easy it is to request a hymn? The hymn shop’s open to all.
This was the first hymn I learned to play on my harmonica–O Worship the King. Sung here by the Pilgrim Mennonite Mission Choir. Background sets by God the Father.
Is there some unwritten law that says a dog just isn’t allowed to use his own bed in peace? I mean, someone’s always stealing it on him. As you’ll see in this video.
My father had a Scottie when he was a boy. His name was Twigs. Although I was mostly afraid of dogs when I was little, I always thought I would’ve been friends with Twigs, and it made me wistful to look at pictures of him.
P.S.–The crab cakes got here and they were goooooooood!
Jambo! Mr. Nature here, with the odd mata-mata turtle from South America, which occasionally shows up in the pet trade. Years ago, they had one at Noah’s Ark Pet Shop in East Lansing, but it wasn’t for sale. The shop’s owner had a lot of animals not for sale: he found it hard to part with them.
How does the mata-mata snap up fish so fast (and he never misses)? When he suddenly opens his large mouth, water rushes in so hard that the nearest fish gets washed in with it. I can’t think of any other animal that does this.
Note: I no longer keep pets that require live food. My painted turtle did just fine, sharing my suppers–and that’s how I wound up with a tankful of pet crickets. To me, goldfish are pets and nice companions, not turtle food.
Choir, orchestra, and organ all together–for this glorious hymn, All Hail the Power of Jesus’ Name, performed at Boe Memorial Chapel, St. Olaf’s College.
My most vivid memory of this hymn is from YMCA summer camp, sung by the counselors for Sunday morning service at the outdoor chapel on the hilltop, overlooking a patchwork of fields and woodlands. Too beautiful ever to forget.
Ready for another installment of cats vs. printers? I am so glad my cats don’t do this! It’s hard enough to print up a manuscript, what with paper jams and all–don’t you hate it when the sheets of paper get all crumpled up together and you have to dig them out?–without cats getting involved.
But the cool thing about cats and printers is that if you watch carefully, you’ll see a lively intelligence at work, trying to make sense of something that’s completely alien.