Our friend “TheWhiteRabbit” has a prayer request, on behalf of his daughter, Heather.
O Lord our God, we are your people, the sheep of your hand; and we need our shepherd.
Your servant David’s daughter is sick, we don’t know how badly–but we prayer for her, and for your blessing and protection. Please, Father, be swift to heal her. Let David’s family shelter under your wings. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
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.
One of our fellowship, Elder Mike, thought I could use a laugh; so he recommended this–Leroy Troy singing Ghost Chickens in the Sky.
Mike was right. This thing is totally preposterous, and it made me laugh.
And I’m convinced a good laugh is a gift from God.
I was starting in on another story featuring fat-head celebrities who want to lord it over us… when the thought game to me, “Y’know what? I don’t care! Julia Roberts and George Clooney can go gargle with floor wax.”
It’s Christmas! The day that our salvation was achieved by the birth of Jesus Christ, the Son of God. This year we’ll be celebrating it without a Christmas tree: I’m not able to see to it. I’ll miss setting up the tree and trimming it–our tree lights came from Grandpa’s general store, circa 1930–but that the heck–the LORD has come! And just in time to save us, if you ask me. Time for Woke to walk the plank!
So… if I don’t write up any more nooze between now and after Christmas, I hope it’ll be because I’ve been kept busy posting hymns. Yours and mine both.
Zacherley, the “Cool Ghoul”
i’m going to follow the advice of “The White Rabbit” and limit myself to just one post a day until I feel half-human again.
Well, at least we got to watch our Zacherley special last weekend.
Last night: third sleepless night in a row.
I’m hoping it will do me good to sit out in the sun with a cigar.
Anyway, I’m still here and thank you for all your prayers you make on my behalf.
I make an urgent prayer request for our friend and sister, Phoebe, who has suddenly come down with–well, I don’t know what and neither, at this point, does she. I have to be careful not to violate her privacy; but she has asked for prayers, and as far as it lies with me, she’s got them.
So please, everybody–pray!
O Father in Heaven, in the name of Jesus Christ, your Son, our Lord and champion, please be swift to help and heal our sister, Phoebe, your faithful servant. She needs you now, O Lord! In Jesus’ name, protect her. Amen.
Where does the time go? I feel like Joshua and Jeremy went from boys to men just while I’ve been sitting here. But they’re still making music we can share.
Praise the Savior, Now and Ever–it’s another hymn I haven’t heard before.
Sorry, everybody, but the deal fell through (never really got off the ground) and the winner of our comment contest will not, after all, be awarded the gold mask of Tutankhamen… or anybody else’s, either.
Comment No. 96,000 was posted yesterday by Phoebe. She already as the T-shirt, and those little army men who come alive at night while you’re asleep, so I guess her prize will be an autographed copy of Behold!
To those who complain about the same few people winning all the contests–well, don’t you think I’d like to have scads of readers equally prolific in their comments? The more comments you post, the greater your chance of winning. Most of our regular commenters have already won, some more than once.
The next goal here will be 10o,000 comments. That’s a big flashy number and certainly deserves a prize. Believe me, folks, the door is open for more comments. I only delete obnoxious Far Left crazies; and that’s a public service.
Onward to 100 thou…
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!
If our dear friend Erlene were up and about today, she might well ask for a hymn by Carroll Roberson. Dear sister, you rest easy, we’ll serve it to you in bed: How Great Thou Art, by Carroll Roberson. This is another one my mother and my aunts used to sing as they went about their housework. I can almost hear them when I play it.