Please, everybody, life up prayers for our sister in Christ (and the senior member of our blogging community), Erlene. She’s been having a hard time lately.
Erlene, hang in there! We’re all with you in prayer.
Please, Father in Heaven: be gracious, be merciful to your servant Erlene. Let her be with us a little longer. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
Is that really you on Twitter (?), urging a safe workout for all concerned? Close-up of assorted fitness machines. (Is Twitter “X” now? I can’t keep track.)
Watch out–somebody may be trying to turn you into a fitness guru. I’d volunteer, if I could get across the living room without a cane.
It was Joshua’s birthday the other day, I wish I’d found out sooner so I could have posted it. Happy birthday, friend and colleague.
We have Joshua and Jeremy performing Fountain of Never-Ceasing Grace, a hymn I’d never heard before. Well, there are a lot of those…!
Well, I knew it was Erlene’s birthday today! So did all the quokkas. But trust humans to let a thing like that slip past them.
Here on Rottnest Island, all of us quokkas have gotten together to wish Erlene a happy birthday We know she’s still recovering from her illness, so we won’t expect her to come out and play Pickup Stix. But we’ll play a few games in your honor, dear friend!
Speaking for myself, I ain’t gettin’ any younger and growing this blog gets harder by the day.
Well, it’s simple: we need more young people here. Teens, twenties, babes in their thirties and forties. We need your oomph, and we’d like to have your insights. And it would be nice if you could take over for us someday.
No, we most certainly are not offering to set you up as Influencers. Here you can be one of the crowd, like everybody else. Y’know something? I wish I still had my Grandpa to talk to. I could learn so much! But here we like to learn from each other.
Sons and daughters, nieces and nephews, grandchildren–there’s room for you all, and you’ll all be welcome.
P.S.–You will not be expected to fit into that picture up there. I only posted that for laughs.
This happens a lot, around here.
When I don’t find a hymn request waiting for me in the morning, I choose a hymn to post–usually the first one that pops into my head, without premeditation. And of course there are thousands and thousands of hymns to choose from!
So I post the hymn I’ve just thought of; and by and by I get a notice from a reader, “I was just about to ask you for that hymn!” It doesn’t happen all the time, but it does happen pretty often. Certainly often enough to notice.
It’s not like we have a limited selection. I post a lot of hymns I never heard before, because readers have requested them. Fanny Crosby alone wrote eight or nine thousand hymns: how long would it take us just to post all of hers?
I don’t make these coincidences happen. Maybe God does.
What do you think?
St. John, as played by Richard Harris
I like to think of this blog as a kind of community; but I know it’s a community in which different interpretations of the Bible, especially regarding “end times,” abound.
But the point I want to make is that we are all here. And what are we doing here, with our comments, Bible verses, and various other writings? What are we doing here?
Working. We are all working to serve Christ’s Kingdom. That is what we have in common, in spite of our differing opinions. We belong to different churches, we come from different Christian traditions, we have different experiences… but we are all here, all working as we can in the service of our Savior and our King. How He makes use of us, and how He makes use of our work, is very much up to Him.
So I put my head down and keep on working, as best I can. I think all or most of us are doing that. Some of my work takes the form of writing fantasy novels. So be it: that’s what I do. In the end God will make it all clear. Until then, we work… in His service.
Our friend and esteemed colleague “ElderMike” carved this graceful image of a Diplodocus, with eggs and a baby. I don’t think Charles R. Knight himself could do a better job of it (he sculpted in clay, not wood).
As someone who couldn’t do a work like this to save his life, I can only enjoy and admire it, and share it with the rest of you. It took Patty several days to figure out how to transfer the picture from e-mail to our blog’s Media page–no small achievement, that.
This really is beautiful, isn’t it? Thank you, Mike!
Phoebe has suggested we have a nice party to celebrate that long-anticipated day when Violet Crepuscular publishes Chapter D (that’s 500!) of her epic and immortal romance, Oy, Rodney. I almost typed “immoral,” but it was just a close shave.
Certainly we would be thrilled and delighted if Ms. Crepuscular, the Queen of Suspense, were to honor us with a personal appearance. Problem is, no one seems to know where Violet lives or what she looks like. She could come to the party impersonating one of us, and we’d never know. Like, anybody could say, “I’m Thewhiterabbit”–and we wouldn’t suspect it wasn’t true.
Just as seven ancient Greek cities each claimed to be the birthplace of Homer, no town or city today claims Violet Crepuscular. The town of Forked River, New Jersey, refutes the story that she once spent two days there, waiting for her Pulitzer Prize.
Hey! Does anybody out there have a picture of the real Violet Crepuscular? Please share it here, if possible. We need to honor this woman as she deserves. I mean, who else would stretch out a romance to 500 chapters?
As Constable Chumley would say, “Aw’s begrythin’ yon basing-strock!”
This may sound strange coming from some guy who reads The Dumbest Generation and thinks the colleges should be defunded, but I mean it–
We need more teenagers on this blog! Yes, I said more teenagers. No, I haven’t lost my mind.
We need your energy, your enthusiasm, your high spirits. We have a lot to teach–but what good’s that, if there’s no one around to teach it to? We need the way you come up with crazy ideas that turn out not to be so crazy, after all.
We need your fellowship, your humor, and your sense of fun.
Most of all, we need you to enter into our labors with us and carry on the work of proclaiming God’s word and trying to keep our country from going off the deep end. We aren’t going to be here forever. We’ll need you to take over for us.
And we do not charge a membership fee, so sign up today. Subscribe, follow, be a part of our community.
Let’s liven up this place.
