Christian fantasy literature, and commentary on assorted subjects
Why should a pit bull get so worked up over a pineapple? It seems like there ought to be a punchline there.
Thing is, dogs are intelligent enough to have minds of their own–and some of those minds are a little hard to figure out. But that’s what makes them fun.
Requested by Joshua–All the World Was Waiting, sung a capella by GLAD. Enjoy!
Okay, we’ve posted a lot of Christmas hymns for you today. Out here it’s raining, it’s dark, and Patty and I are still a little bit under the weather; so now we’re going to take a break and watch A Christmas Carol, the one with George C. Scott as Scrooge. I hope you’re all enjoying listening to this potpourri of Christmas music.
Something a little different, requested by Susan: Children, Go Where I Send Thee–with Kenny Rogers and Home Free. What a collection of voices, to make a joyful noise unto the Lord.
Having been warned by the Wise Woman of the Woods to beware of a man with one buttock, Lord Jeremy has ordered Constable Chumley to find such a man and arrest him; but as we see in Chapter CCXL of Violet Crepuscular’s epic romance, Oy, Rodney, this proves to be a rather difficult assignment.
“The constable’s already found four men with only one buttock,” reports Lord Jeremy’s friend, the American adventurer, Willis Twombley, “and one fellow in Farfield with none–and there’s a guy in Plaguesby who has three buttocks. Poor Chumley ain’t sure what he ought to do about it.”
“Well, arrest them all!” cries Lord Jeremy. “If a man with only one buttock shows up at our wedding to Lady Margo, it’ll put a curse on the marriage!”
“This thross’ll be yer flomin’ gragg,” mutters the constable, as he attempts to carry out his orders. He is concerned that the Scurveyshire jail is getting overcrowded.
To make a bad business worse, Lady Margo Cargo has begun to see this as a “reign of terror” launched by her prospective bridegroom. “I shouldn’t want our marriage to be remembered as a bad time for the shire, dear,” she says. “And, you know, it’s a funny thing about curses: the harder you try to avoid a curse, the more certain it is to overtake you.”
“That’s not funny!” growls Jeremy.
So now the jail is full to bursting, no room for the prisoners to sit down–not that the man with no buttocks can sit down, as we understand the act of sitting down–and the talk at The Lying Tart is beginning to turn nasty.
“Don’t worry about it, Germy,” Twombley consoles his friend. “We always had a whole lot of curses goin’ around in my Akkadian kingdom–” Twombley still thinks he is Sargon of Akkad–“and we learned to pay ’em no heed.”
“And that’s probably why there’s no more kingdom of Akkad,” growls Jeremy under his breath. He has never been married before, and the whole thing so far has been something of a disappointment.
Well, that left me breathless! Thanks, Heidi, for suggesting this: Ode to Joy to the World by the Piano Guys, plus bell-ringers, orchestra, choir, and a couple of heartfelt wows on my part.
If you look at the title and go, “Huh?”, just give it a chance. Just play the video, and prepare to be blown away.
We want to have fun with our Christmas music; but there’s a serious purpose behind it, too.
As I go through my blog archives each day, I’m struck by the number of news stories I’ve forgotten: and although I’ve posted thousands of them, they’re just the tiniest drop in the bucket. There’s stuff going on out there that would unsettle the digestion of a vulture. You hardly need me to list it for you. If you’re reading this, you know exactly what I mean.
We sing for two reasons I can think of: so that God Our Lord will hear us–and so that we will hear Him. It may even do some good for this fallen world to hear us. It can’t hurt!
So keep those Christmas hymn requests coming. We can’t know what use the Father will make of our efforts–probably to accomplish some good thing that we never even thought of. He’s very good at that.
A personal anecote: a man who operates a Lindt candy shop in one of our New Jersey malls wished to hire part-time help, as do many small businesses during the Christmas season. So he hired a recent high school graduate.
As he tried to instruct her in her not-terribly-complicated duties, she interrupted with an objection. “I can’t count nickels.” “What?” “I can’t count nickels.” What she meant was, she couldn’t count by fives: 5-10-15-20-etc. Never learned. She can probably tell you all about Diversity, though. In case anybody comes into the shop looking for that instead of chocolate truffles.
He wrote her a short list of what she had to do. Another objection: “I can’t read that.” Turns out she can’t read cursive writing, never learned how.
What were they doing with her, all those years in school? With all those $100,000-a-year teachers and administrators? With all those tax dollars spent on her, ahem, “education”?
On second thought, I think I’d rather not hear the answer.
Lest we forget! Here’s a story that would have turned out very differently, had Hillary Far Left Crazy Clinton been elected president two years ago.
https://leeduigon.com/2016/07/19/flash-eco-fascist-prosecutor-backs-down/
I fear a lot of Americans have forgotten just how serious Democrats were–and are!–about prosecuting the “crime” of “climate change denial.” They weren’t joking, boys ‘n’ girls: they really do want to pack you off to prison if you don’t believe in Global Warming/Climate Change.
This little flutter by the attorney general in the U.S. Virgin Islands was only their first tentative test of the political waters, to see if they could get away with it. When they ran into more opposition than they bargained for, they backed off.
But don’t think for a minute that they’ve abandoned their dream of jailing people for having wrong opinions.
Please don’t ever give them the opportunity to prove that I was right.
I’m surprised no one has asked for this hymn yet–one of the most beautiful pieces of music ever written–Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring, by Johann Sebastian Bach. Sung here by Celtic Woman. Most often heard around Christmas-time, this is good for every day of the year. Hard to imagine mortal, sinful human beings creating anything this beautiful: but then we are made in His image.
Y’know what’s odd about these videos? Somebody stands there filming it while the cat makes a ruination of their Christmas tree. You’d think they could at least unplug the lights.
Our cats love sleeping under our Christmas tree. True, sometimes we have to stop them from eating bits of it, or slapping at low-hanging ornaments. But none of our cats ever, ever tried to climb our Christmas tree!
Well, we do have that Elf on it, always perched near the top at a good vantage point. Maybe he persuades cats of the inadvisability of climbing the tree. You never know what those guys get up to, after you’ve gone to bed.