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So Much for That

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Well, it turns out I have a Firefox problem, no trouble-shooting techniques worked, the WordPress engineer can’t fix it from his end, so now I’ll have to switch over to Chrome, where my page still appears to be normal. Until the gremlins find it.

I’m supposed to be taking down our Christmas tree, ha, ha. Ever notice how time passes two or three times as fast, when you’re lost in the computer maze?

At least the laptop still works. For now. Until the gremlins find it.

Has the Far Left Crazy found a way to put a hex on me?

Another Answered Prayer!

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Patty has just come home from the hospital, where her mammogram showed nothing untoward, nothing to be afraid of. So my blood pressure can start coming back down.

Thank you, Lord Jesus, and thanks to all of you out there who prayed for us.

It’s a dangerous world, and we all need God’s protection. It never hurts to ask Him for it.

Another Prayer Request

I have to knock off early today for Oscar’s memorial service. Please pray for Wendy; I pray Oscar’s family will take care of her.

And please pray for us, too, because tomorrow Patty is scheduled for a mammogram and we’ll be sweating that. Please, dear Lord, protect her! In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Sorry–Sick Again

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Well, that’s that–I’ve got to finish my tea and go to bed. My allergies are killing me. This doesn’t usually happen in the winter, but it’s happening today.

Went to the pharmacy, went grocery-shopping (when you’re out of food, you’ve gotta go), and somehow managed to crank out my Newswithviews column for the week. But as for producing my normal output here, it just can’t be done. I’ll try to post my customary after-supper video… presuming I make it to supper.

I’d appreciate a few prayers.

Time Hurtles On

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Yesterday we got a Christmas card from the Rushdoony family, featuring a group photo  of the whole family. And there in the back row was the little boy whose father used to read Bell Mountain to him. Yup, there he was with a beard and mustache, now a man.

Good grief! Has that much time gone by? And where did it go, who has it now? Can I get it back?

I wonder if the boy, now a man, still likes my books. It’s been my experience that the books you liked best as a child, you’ll still like as an adult. Maybe that’s just because I, at ten years old, had impeccable taste in literature.  Or is it that I liked those books because they were just plain good?

I wonder if the boy, now a man, will someday read Bell Mountain to his children.

A Very Bad Shock (and Prayer Request)

We got a bad shock yesterday evening when we learned that our neighbor, Oscar, had been killed earlier that day. Riding his electric tricycle on the highway, a large truck ran him over. He was only 44 years old. Last month another member of our immediate neighborhood died suddenly; and he was 34.

We live in a fallen world, polluted by sin, and it’s very dangerous. Suddenly someone with whom we lived and interacted every day is taken from us. I know I’ll find myself looking for him, but he won’t be here anymore.

Oscar and his wife, Wendy, had chronic health problems and lived on disability benefits. Now Wendy is a widow. She and Oscar were very active in their church, as far as her health allowed. Please join me in prayer for her.

O Lord our God! We don’t know why these terrible things happen in the world: it’s very hard for us to accept them. Please, Father, be with Wendy now, save her soul from falling into despair, strengthen her family and her church, that they might be moved to take care of her. Lord, this poor woman has had a very, very hard time in life, and now she’s lost her husband. Now deliver her, O God. Deliver her. In Jesus’ name, Amen.



You Know You’re Gettin’ Old When…

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When they promo a TV series set in your own lifetime as “a period drama.” Yeesh!

When I was a little boy, we had these decorative plates on the wall of our dining room–plates showing a family from the Gay Nineties: handlebar mustache, mutton-chop sleeves, high-button shoes, the works. Like, wow–it’s the Cretaceous Period! It never occurred to me that I knew and interacted every day with people who had lived during that remote epoch of history. I mean, it was less than 60 years ago. So if you were born in 1880, you’d only have been 70-something.

But all of a sudden part of your own life winds up in a period drama–like you used to hang out with Robin Hood or Ramses II. The show is set in 1970. Ooh! Were there still pterodactyls then?

Oh, I miss my pogo stick!

‘My Visit to Narnia’ (2012)

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I haven’t been back to Narnia since this last visit.


Something tells me that this year we’re going to need all the strength, all the courage, and all the wits that God can give us.

Some of which can be found in Narnia. And other works that God has blessed.

Can I Make It to Midnight?

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Gone are those New Year’s Eves of yesteryear, where we used to run outside and bellow “Happy New Year!” at the top of our lungs, plus booze, fireworks, and the rest. Now I’ve got 45 minutes to go and I’d rather be in bed. Patty has already fallen asleep on the couch. Our cats are sleeping, too.

A prayer: O Lord our God, we are the sheep of your pasture, and we need our shepherd. Stay with us throughout the year 2020: equip us for your service, give us what we need to hang on. May the name of our Savior Jesus Christ be exalted, this year, in every corner of the earth. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Holy Cow! 2,000 Days

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WordPress has just informed me that I have now blogged here for 2,000 days in a row. That’s over five years, day after day.

Okay, it’s not exactly Cal Ripken Jr. playing 2,632 baseball games in a row, with or without injuries, and missing none. “Waddaya want, a medal? Where do we put the statue?” I’d better not make a big deal about it, other than to note my surprise at having reached this milestone at all.

Long ago I asked God to let me be a writer, and that’s what He did.

So I might as well write!

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