Requested by Erlene, a Gospel favorite, The Lighthouse–I hope you like this rendition of it by the Florida Boys.
The metaphor of the Christian faith as a lighthouse–well, it could hardly be more powerful, could it?

Christian fantasy literature, and commentary on assorted subjects
Requested by Erlene, a Gospel favorite, The Lighthouse–I hope you like this rendition of it by the Florida Boys.
The metaphor of the Christian faith as a lighthouse–well, it could hardly be more powerful, could it?

If this column reminds you of a recent blog post, you get an A for paying attention. But culture-killing is a major issue and needs to be addressed as firmly as we can.
Really, the garbage that gets thrust at us as “entertainment” ought to make us ashamed of ourselves–for not sweeping it out the door.
Baby goats–sweet, aren’t they? See, we don’t just do cats and dogs around here. Wouldn’t you like to play with some of these little characters? They look like they can really get into the spirit of it.
I admit that “glamorous” is probably not the right word to apply to goats of any age. I thought it might make for a catchy headline.
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Not for me, thank you
Most of you will understand this better than I can, but suffice it to say an “Apple FaceTime bug lets others spy on you” and “lets users secretly listen in through someone else’s iPhone when a call is placed–even though the recipient hasn’t picked up the call” (https://www.ajc.com/business/personal-finance/apple-facetime-bug-lets-others-spy-you/UVNEMRdFH8i7hTjqVEEp1K/).
My phone hangs on the wall and only handles phone calls.
Apple had to disable GroupFaceTime on Monday night and is working to fix the problem. Until it does, “the best defense” is to turn it off–a complicated procedure which I couldn’t do to save my life.
I wouldn’t have a job without our high technology, but really–is there no such thing as too much technology? I think there is. Do we truly have to have all these gadgets spying on us? Is that really where we want to be?
There are people out there who want to set up a global government with themselves in charge of it. They will use our technology to advance their enterprise. These are not nice people, these are not angels or saints or sages. We need to defend ourselves from them.
Psalm 2 springs to mind: “Why do the heathen rage, and the people imagine a vain thing? The kings of the earth set themselves, and the rulers take counsel together, against the Lord, and against His anointed, saying, Let us break their bands asunder, and cast away their cords from us.
“He that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh; the Lord shall have them in derision. Then shall He speak unto them in His wrath, and vex them in His sore displeasure.”
I wonder if He’s going to stop laughing soon.
Joshua has requested one of my favorite hymns–fell in love with it in Sunday school, so long ago–This Is My Father’s World. Vocals by GLAD; set design by God the Father, maker of heaven and earth.
Jambo! Mr. Nature here, with a visit to the Arctic seas–’cause that’s where you have to go if you want to see a narwhal. They don’t survive in captivity and nobody knows what they eat in the wild.
This is a unique animal. The “horn” is really a tusk–the left front tooth, in fact. It grows straight out in a spiral, and the nerves of the tooth are… on the outside. How the whale uses the tusk is unknown. They’ve never been seen using it to fight or to capture food.
When Norse voyagers in the Middle Ages began to bring these tusks home as souvenirs, they weren’t just exotic conversation pieces. Kings and queens bought them, and paid very high prices. Magical powers were attributed to the tusks. And even today, they’re cloaked in mystery.
God’s stuff–infinite variety, endless fascination.

If blogging were a game a Mille Bornes, I’ve just won!
Carl Vick signed on today as this blog’s Follower No. 1,000. That’s right–we now have a thousand followers. And it took almost nine years to get ’em.
Does that mean a thousand people, at least, read this every day? Don’t I wish! Very low viewership, these past two days. But still–it’s a major milestone. Exactly what it means, I don’t know. I once got over 600 views in one day, a few years ago, and that’s my all-time high so far. I haven’t cracked 500 since then, although we do get 400 now and then.
Gee, now I realize I should’ve had a contest and offered a prize to whoever came aboard as No. 1,000. Remind me to do that if I ever get close to 2,000.
The mayor of the town of Gordon, Alabama, has been expelled from office after being found guilty of felony voter fraud (https://www.dailysignal.com/2019/01/22/voter-fraud-leads-to-removal-of-alabama-mayor/).
Gotta start somewhere.
Mayor Elbert Melton, uh, won the election by only 16 votes. Well, he made sure he won, didn’t he? Filling out absentee ballots without the absentees. The jury took only 45 minutes to find him guilty. If you went out for popcorn, you missed it.
Now the town has to have a special election.
We conservatives say voter fraud is rampant in this country–and very little is done to ensure the integrity of our elections. Votes by the dead, by fictitious persons, votes by illegal aliens, multiple votes by the same person, “vote harvesting” by union “organizers” (formerly called “goons”), the sudden discovery of “lost ballots,” all filled out for Democrats, in the trunk of someone’s car–it’s all right there in the Democrat playbook.
Prediction: In 2020 they’ll pull out all the stops, and there will be a voter fraud tsunami like we’ve never seen before. Hundreds of thousands, perhaps millions, more votes will be cast than there are voters to cast them–and all those extra votes will be for Democrats.
This will be hard to overcome. May God grant that we do.
Don’t you just love it that our country’s neck is on the block in every election anymore?

It isn’t every day you get to see video of a Baluchitherium, so enjoy it now.
The Thunder King, Book No. 3 of my Bell Mountain series, was born of a dream I had, in which a Baluchitherium–the largest land mammal ever–figured dramatically. With a little extra shaping, that dream became the climax of the book.
Just imagine it… Just imagine!
I love the way The Lutheran Warbler is singing her way through the Lutheran Service Book: stand and salute.
This is hymn LSB #709, The King of Love My Shepherd Is.