[I had to work hard on that last story. For a moment there, I felt like a real reporter again! I guess it’s like riding a bicycle… you don’t forget how to do it.]
Here’s a hymn to clear away the cobwebs: In Christ Alone There Is Righteousness, sung by Carroll Roberson. With lovely background scenery–the work of God’s hands.
Something about baby elephants raises my spirit when I see them. Like, “Hey! I live in a world designed and put together, and governed, by the God who dreamed up baby elephants and made them real.” And He cares for us, who are by no means as cute as baby elephants.
Animals can tell us more about God than we realize.
For what seemed the longest time (including the six weeks in the hospital), I was haunted by the suspicion that, in getting my blog back on track, I was forgetting something that I ought to remember.
If you’ve had chemotherapy, you’ve probably heard of “chemo brain”–the patient’s inability (temporarily!) to remember ordinary things that are regular features of his or her life. Supposedly all those memories come trickling back, bit by bit.
My “Eureka!” moment came last night. “Oh, that’s what I’ve kept forgetting–my critter video. All these days without one!”
So all right, here’s a critter video: a mother tapir and her baby, only ten days old, already trying to drum up some zoomies. When I was a little boy I just loved tapirs, and wished I could’ve had one for a pet. They’re kind of like rhinos with easy tempers and no horns.
And they, like us, are the work of God’s hands.
Requested by Sola Scriptura Deo Gratia: Is He Worthy?, sung by Chris Tomlin.
Beautiful footage of film–God’s handiwork.
I wanted this hymn at bedtime last night. I’ve known places like the ones shown in this video. There used to be more of them. Woodland paths bathed in sun and shade: our town planners can’t stand them.
He Leadeth Me, sung by the Mennonite Hour Men’s Quartet…
Scenery by God the Father… We love His handiwork.
As I wait, on this gorgeous fall day, for Byron the Quokka to deliver his TV listings, I wonder if I might slack off just a bit today? The weather here this week had been crazily up and down, hot and cold, wet and dry, and we need a break.
And I want to get outside and enjoy today’s weather while it lasts.
Perhaps, later, a mummy movie…
Here in Jersey it’s rainy and foggy and grey this morning, not nice at all–but don’t be fooled. God has plenty of glorious mornings in store for us.
Meanwhile… Morning Has Broken, sung by Orla Fallon.
I had to take the laundry this morning, hop into my car–and holy cow! You wouldn’t believe the glory of our trees!
My town has always been known for its beautiful trees, wherever they can stop orcs from chopping ’em down; and this fall, wow! Some of the leaves are so bright, it looks like the tree’s on fire–like Moses’ burning bush.
This is the work of the Lord, His mind, His hands. Nothing in this world is perfect, but the Fall season does have its compensations.
Oh, I wish you could see these trees…
Our state bird of New Jersey, the goldfinch, isn’t seen too often. But when I looked out my upstairs window at the start of this day, there they were–a pair of them, visiting the sunflowers next door. The male’s bright yellow plumage immediately caught my eye.
It can’t be a bad day when it starts like this!
No, I didn’t take it as an omen or a sign: just a welcome display of God’s creation. Thank you for that, Lord. It was much appreciated.
Don’t look now, but winter’s coming and’ll get here soon. Don’t shut the door against its more charming aspects.
I can’t think of anything more beautiful than bright red cardinals in clean white snow. I could almost cry, seeing it: it’s that lovely.
Praise the Lord for His handiwork! Which tells us, again and again, that God is nigh. Always.
