Tag: keeping the Sabbath

No-Nooze Sunday

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Never mind the nooze. God gives us flowers.

All this garbage in the nooze will still be here tomorrow, with more garbage heaped on top of it. I don’t want to write about that stuff today. Do you want to read about it?

I know, I know–somehow I’ve lost 50% of my viewership. If I write about what everybody else is writing about, will I get those readers back?

The villains will still be on the stage tomorrow, we can boo them then. We can even throw stuff at them. Pushback is way, way, way overdue!

But God says we need a day of rest. Let this be a day of rest.

What to Write?

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It’s Sunday–the sabbath, for many of us–and I don’t want to write about stealing elections and dumping our country into a cauldron of boiling-over wickedness: plenty of time to do that all week long.

I watch the chameleon catching the fly and I wonder whether God is trying to tell us something. The fly has no idea the chameleon is anywhere nearby. But here I am straying into the nooze… *sigh*

Judah the Maccabee, although he was fighting desperately for the preservation of his people, nevertheless refrained from fighting on the Sabbath: it was his way of honoring the sovereignty of God and declaring his trust in Him. So he would only fight if the enemy actually attacked him.

Against all odds the Maccabees recovered the freedom of the Jewish people. And their situation was much more hopeless than ours. They had to fight against men. We fight against cowards, liars, and fools.

Ach! There I go again. Sorry!

Holding It In

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So I’m posting this gorgeous hymn, Blessed Assurance, and my wife starts reading me a nooze report of the latest country-sapping amoral skullduggery by another Democrat wheeler-dealer and his tame judge…

I almost rent my garment.

To go from Fanny Crosby to this… I mean, really–when you’re expected to know the names of sleazy politicians’ #@#%$ lawyers–! I will not do it! No, by cracky! I refuse to write about it; and I damned well will not write about it on a Sunday.

Well, all right, I did scream. But only once. Now I’m holding it in. Maybe I’ll let it out tomorrow. But this is the Lord’s Day and I will not write up any nooze. I just won’t do it.

Not unless I have to. And I don’t think I have to.