No, I’m not missing from action today. But one of my hours sure is! Could we please not bother with Daylight Savings Time anymore?
But onto something more edifying–this gospel song, for instance: Pass Me Not, O Gentle Savior, with echoes of Psalm 73.
Again I invite all of you to join in–request a hymn, and I’ll post it here. Don’t be shy. This is an evil age in a fallen world, and we need to sing louder. God will hear us.
I have been asked to provide an image that will give readers some idea of that nasty, hissing toothed bird that follows Jandra wherever she goes. Jandra is the toddler prophetess in my Bell Mountain books–just a little girl who from time to time speaks words given to her by God. Words way too complicated for her to understand, or even remember.
The “flying dinosaur” in this video is a pretty close approximation to what Jandra’s toothed bird looks like. Please feel free to totally dismiss the Darwinian fairy tale that accompanies the video.
The dirty little secret is that birds appear in the fossil record simultaneously with the early dinosaurs, providing the dinos little or no opportunity to magically evolve into birds.
The critter that is in my mind when I write about Jandra’s bird is Archeopteryx, long considered “the first bird,” really because it was the first bird discovered living at the same time as dinosaurs. I couldn’t find a satisfactory Archeopteryx video, but this “Microraptor” thingummy will do.
This hideous creature is devoted to Jandra. Well, birds are like that, aren’t they?
As long as I’m reading The Thunder King, I thought I’d treat you to this video clip from Walking With Prehistoric Beasts, featuring the mountain-sized animal that rescued Ryons from the “death dog,” aka hyaenodon.
Don’t mind them calling it “Indricotherium.” They’re always changing the name. I stick with the old name that it had when I was a boy, “Baluchitherium.” Whatever we call it, this baby was the largest land mammal that ever lived–and the one that Ryons met was the biggest of them all.
Marvel at the work of God’s hands, and rejoice in it.
I’d never heard this song before, so thank you, Erlene, for suggesting it.
I don’t know why, but I imagine this song as a lullaby–the kind my Grandma would have sung me, a baby on her lap. She died when I was only 11 years old, but lately I’ve felt like she is very near to me.
Thank you, O Lord my God, for that.
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!
Note to Everybody Who Never Says Anything: If there’s a hymn you’d like to see posted on this blog, please let me know. Share it with your fellow readers.
How do you let me know? Just leave a comment at the bottom of any other post, and I’ll see it. Come on, now–don’t be bashful.
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.