Christian fantasy literature, and commentary on assorted subjects
Do we need revival? Oh, yeah. Yeah, we do.
Revive Us Again was written by William Mackay in 1863: played here by Nathan and Lyle with autoharp and guitar. Chords and lyrics provided, in case you’d like to sing and strum along. Ignore the music stand, they’re not going all Hollywood on us.
I just had to share this joke with you. It’s guaranteed to make you laugh!
A cowboy goes to Heaven, and St. Peter meets him at the pearly gates. “Have you done anything meritorious in your life?” asks St. Peter.
“Well,” drawls the cowboy, “there is one thing.
“I was in the Black Hills of South Dakota when I came upon a gang of bikers scaring a poor young gal. So I walked right up to the biggest, meanest-looking biker and smacked him upside the head, knocked his bike over, and tore out his earring and throwed it on the ground. And I said, ‘All right, you varmints, all of you git on out of here right now, or I’ll kick your butts to kingdom come!'”
St. Peter is impressed! “Wow! When did that happen?”
“Jist a couple minutes ago,” the cowboy says.
Baby goats usually bounce around like they’re on springs; but look what happens when you add a trampoline. Note the grown-up goat who remains safely on the ground: there are old goats and bold goats, but no old, bold goats. And note the dog yapping in the background because he wants to get in on the fun.
There’s so much more to animals than anyone but Walter R. Brooks ever thought.
Hey, remember these–slot racing cars?
It’s my brother Mark’s birthday today, the weather is atrocious, and he and I were on the phone reminiscing about our old slot racing cars. He still has our set, vintage 1964; and after a fashion, it still works.
The cars had little pins underneath that kept them fitted to the slots on the track, and metal brushes to pick up the electricity from those white lines you see in the photo; they’re wires. You couldn’t steer the cars, of course, but you could control how fast they went. And you could lay out the track with enough curves to make speed control a kind of art. Do you slow down for the curve, and maybe let the other guy’s car pull ahead? Or do you go for the gusto, and hope the rubber guard rail keeps your car from winding up on the other side of the room?
The cars were only two inches long, tops, and you could customize them by fitting them with tiny racing slicks or fiddling around with the actuator on the inside: that was the thing that went up and down, moving the gear that spun the wheels. We had the first-generation slot racers, the design of which was so simple, even I could understand it.
It was a very simple pleasure, to be sure, compared to the fancy-schmancy electronic toys kids have today. But sometimes it’s the simple pleasures that you remember.
This is what I saw when I came home from the Y today. Well, not a whole crowd of cardinals, like in the video. Just two, Mr. and Mrs.
When I see something like that, I know that God is with us.
Well, thanks to Science, we now know why so many people are so messed up. It’s because they have Religious Trauma Syndrome (https://valerietarico.com/2013/03/26/religious-trauma-syndrome-is-it-real/).
The term was coined two years ago by Dr. Marlene Winell, and it’s starting to catch on. It has to do with “toxic religion” and “harmful experiences within religion,” which supposedly scar you for life and lead to all sorts of self-destructive behaviors.
But what is “toxic religion”? Winell says it’s religion that’s “controlling” and insists on conformity. But that could apply equally to–well, to going to college, these days. See what happens to you in a college classroom if you buck the party line.
I think we all know what perverted religion would look like, and would agree that it does harm. But Dr. Winell warns of “toxic teachings like eternal damnation and original sin.”
She cannot distinguish between genuine “toxic religion” and mainstream Biblical teaching.
Ah, but there’s a cure–atheism! Or at least conversion to some kind of waffy-daffy “spirituality” that tells you that you’re good, you’re the cat’s pajamas, whatever you believe is true, everybody goes to Heaven, light a scented candle and you’re home free, blah-blah-blah.
I mean, really, doc! Non-religious people don’t have these same problems?
Bottom line: it’s just another secularist stab at building a morality-free society with themselves sitting on top of it.
Justin Trudeau… the poor man’s Fabio
When they’re not busy banning numerals, tossing people into prison for using the wrong pronoun, or trying to resurrect the dreadful Section 13 of the infamous Human Rights Act, Canadians occupy themselves by electing stooges like Prime Minister Justin Trudeau to represent them to the world.
At a recent town hall in Edmonton, Trudeau impressed the dickens out of liberals everywhere by gently chiding a woman for her use of the word “mankind.”
“We like to say ‘peoplekind,'” babbled the P.M., “not necessarily ‘mankind,’ because it’s more inclusive” (https://www.theguardian.com/world/2018/feb/07/justin-trudeau-tells-woman-to-say-peoplekind-not-mankind)–and you just gained two squares on your Blather Bingo card.
Alas, poor Trudeau fell headfirst into the new feminist taboo against “mansplaining,” a feminist dogma that makes it an offense for a man to impart any information to a woman.
We have been unable to confirm reports that Trudeau is secretly “transitioning” into a woman to solidify his popularity among feminists. This would also allow him to answer a woman’s question without giving offense. Remember, “The future is female!” No more men! That’ll solve all the world’s prombles!
If it doesn’t, it’ll be interesting to see who feminists blame for that.
Richmond Hill, Ontario, a suburb of Toronto, in 2013 banned the number “4” from new addresses because they thought Chinese people would be offended by it.
https://leeduigon.com/2014/01/18/canadian-town-bans-4/
The number “4” is still banned in Richmond Hill. In 2015 they also banned the national anthem, O, Canada. Excludes non-Canadians, don’t you know.
Read the original post to get a feel for their profound reasoning.
This is the same “Italian Hymn,” composed by Felice DiGiardini, that we heard yesterday with Come, Thou Almighty King. Here they have tweaked the arrangement just a little bit: sung by the choir at St. Bartholomew’s Episcopal Church, New York City.
For going on 60 years I’ve had trouble remembering which of these hymns is which. But they’re both beautiful!
Go ahead, tell me dogs don’t have a sense of fun! But why else would you put on a high-energy threat display for the benefit of a broccoli or a strawberry? On second thought, don’t answer that.
A few of these clips have already appeared in other compilations–which only means that you can enjoy them again.