A lot of churches can’t field a men’s choir anymore, which is a pity. Be that as it may, let’s start our day with this–a hymn to turn the key in your ignition. Linda, you asked for it and here it is!
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Wow! I needed this hymn, this morning. It was in my head before I came downstairs for breakfast–Immortal, Invisible, God Only Wise.
Let’s face it, our country’s up to her eyebrows in the crick-mud and she ain’t getting out unless God reaches down and pulls her out.
Not for our sakes, O Lord: but for Jesus Christ’s sake, whose right it is to rule Creation, and for your glory’s sake, deliver us.
For a moment there, I thought this was a video of our 2016 presidential campaign–scavengers fighting over a carcass.
Then I remembered that the carcass of America is still a little bit alive, whereas the one in the video is entirely dead.
Let’s start the day with this beautiful hymn. I knew this melody, but had never heard the hymn sung: so thank you, Linda, for suggesting it.
I’m feeling good this morning because I got back on my bike. The wound is not entirely healed, but enough is enough. As long as I don’t fall off again, I’ll be all right. It looks like we’re going to have an early spring, and I don’t want to let any more of these gorgeous days go by without making full use of them.
As for my on-the-air interview last night… well, I haven’t heard it yet.
My cats can’t resist doing this to themselves, although they never, never seem pleased with the result.
I would say this cat had a purpose in walking around with a paper bag over his head, but I can’t imagine what it could have been.
Maybe he writes for Scholastic Books.
Yes, this is what I was looking for this morning. This is what I needed.
Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God Almighty, here performed by the First Plymouth Church in Lincoln, Nebraska, is one of those hymns that brings the glory and majesty of Christ Our King straight into the believing heart. You might want to turn up the volume on this one.
Remember, I take hymn requests… and anyone can make one. A few of you do; but if you enjoy these hymns, and haven’t yet asked for one–well, here we are.
Remember this guy? Soupy Sales, the legendary kids’ TV comic of the 1950s and 60s, was truly off the wall.
Here he is in 1993, recalling a live TV stunt he pulled in 1965 which got him kicked off the air–telling children to send him “those green pieces of paper” found in Mom’s pocketbook or Dad’s wallet.
So they did!
Soupy, you were one of a kind.
It’s true that the 2016 presidential campaign is shaping up to be one of the dirtiest ever, what with all the filth being thrown at Donald Trump, for one. And wait’ll he starts throwing it back. But many of you are too young to have experienced the 1964 campaign pitting President Lyndon Johnson against Senator Barry Goldwater; and so you missed this, which may well be the dirtiest, most low-down political ad ever shown on TV.
Here we have the Johnson campaign blatantly suggesting that if Goldwater is elected, he will start a nuclear war which will kill the poor little girl and everybody else, ka-boom, game over. So vote for LBJ if you want to live!
And of course they wound up so disgusted with LBJ and his handling of the Vietnam War that he had to step down rather than get knocked down at the 1968 Democrat convention.
Consider the prophetic quality of this bit from Fawlty Towers, filmed back around 1970.
Basil Fawlty (John Cleese), having abused, neglected, and insulted his hotel guests past the point of no return, spins around and blames them for everything. He is especially angry with the American guest who called him out for his incredibly shoddy and incompetent service.
Kind of like Donald Trump has called out the Republican establishment. If they had a hotel, it would be Fawlty Towers.
And wouldn’t you know it? Basil, berating his guests, goes on to say, “This is exactly how Nazi Germany got started!”
Ooh! Decades later, Trump and angry voters are blamed for the prat falls of the GOP–and they’re calling his supporters “Nazis” because they raised their hands, and Trump is “Hitler” and “Mussolini,” and so on.
I haven’t seen such irrational hatred of a candidate, and heard such pure venomous twaddle spouted about him, since poor Barry Goldwater in 1964 was accused to wanting to blow up the world. The Democrats actually ran a TV ad claiming that mushroom clouds would spring up all over the world if Goldwater were elected.
If these bums are so afraid of Trump, there must be something good about him.
Wow, Linda, thanks for this request–Since I Have Been Redeemed, here sung by the congregation at the Cleveland Baptist Church.
I’d never heard this hymn before today. This is another one that I’d love to hear sung by 75,000 people at once.