These baby gates may stymie crawling babies, but if you think they’re going to keep and cat in or out of anywhere, you’ve got another think coming. Over it, under it, through it, or around it–the cat will find a way.
Unless it’s too fat.
These baby gates may stymie crawling babies, but if you think they’re going to keep and cat in or out of anywhere, you’ve got another think coming. Over it, under it, through it, or around it–the cat will find a way.
Unless it’s too fat.
I was steeling myself to write about last night’s Democrat debate, and the $200 trillion-plus deluxe fun-pack they trotted out–it grows on trees, y’know–when I spotted this hymn request from Erlene and decided to do that instead. I hope too many of you don’t mind.
In His Time, performed by Menchie Pancho with the St. Joseph’s Children’s Choir–and beautiful photos featuring God’s handiwork.
I think I chose wisely.
No, Not One is from 1895, but I’d never heard it until last night. This spirited rendition is by the choir and congregation at The Church of God.
Make a joyful noise unto the Lord!
Want to drive yourself absolutely bonkers? Take a little four-year-old girl and give her one of those toy accordions that wheeze out random notes bearing no resemblance to any known form of music, and add a howling dog. Guaranteed to freak you out.
And then we’ve got the Corgi packing for vacation, and the cat operating the water cooler (without a cup), and the bunny enthusiastically unrolling the toilet paper–
Welcome to our world.
I was sitting outside, working on The Wind From Heaven, the Lord had just showed me how to deal with a thorny problem in the plot, when the bells of St. Francis chimed this hymn, Faith of Our Fathers. I had to come in and post it for you: this lovely version by the kids at Fountainview Academy.
After that the bells played A Mighty Fortress Is Our God, by Martin Luther. Thank you for that, Pope Benedict.
Someday by the grace of God the churches will all be reconciled; and when Christ sets up His throne on earth, they will all be one in Him. Amen!
Is this one of the most beautiful pieces of music ever written, or what? Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring by J. S. Bach, conducted by Leopold Stokowski. We usually hear this hymn around Christmastime, but why wait?
And if the Holy Spirit isn’t in this music–well, never mind: it is!
Why do snow-white dogs always want to dig in thick, soupy, black mud?
Why do cats want to stop you from drawing or writing?
And what rules of etiquette govern how you ought to feed your giraffes if you’re feeding them indoors?
Inquiring minds want to know.
Erlene asked for this one–One Pair of Hands, by Carroll Roberson.
There’s folklore out there that says this was also a “lost song” of Elvis Presley’s that was never recorded: not too hard to imagine that might be so. Easy to imagine Elvis singing it–which may be because of the way Carroll Roberson sings it.
Background sets hand-made by God the Father.
For no reason I know of, I started whistling this music a few minutes ago and Patty started dancing to it. Well, why keep it to ourselves? It ain’t a hymn or anything–just a fine and dandy piece of movie music by Basil Poledouris–the theme for Quigley Down Under (1990), Tom Selleck starring as a heroic Texan cowboy putting things to rights in Australia. And the late Alan Rickman is just wonderful as the villain.
Ah! I do feel better now!
And you wind up “celebrating” abortion
What do you get when you remove from Christianity the redemptive death of Jesus Christ, and His resurrection, and replace it with a “feminist agenda”?
You get damnable heresy and soul-destroying garbage, of course!
I wrote this satire in 2011. By 2013 it had become literally true.
I’m starting to feel like a buggy-whip manufacturer.