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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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.