I don’t know–my soul cried for this hymn today, so here it is: All Glory Be to Christ, by King’s Kaleidoscope.
And please, everybody: we haven’t heard from our dear sister Erlene for three days now, so let’s pray that she’s all right and it’s only her computer on the fritz again. Please, Lord, protect her, bless her, heal her. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
Still recovering from surgery, our friend and brother Mike has asked for prayers: he’s come down with another painful infection, he says (please don’t go to that surgeon ever again, Michael).
O Lord our God! Be good to your servant, Michael, who’s trying to recover from surgery and having a hard time of it. All healing comes from you, O God; please heal our brother. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
We have to get all this Christmas stuff done, places to go, etc.–and the phone rings and it’s my stepdaughter. They had to euthanize one of their dogs last night. Not nice news. The poor dog was rapidly losing the ability to live with others: every little noise triggered her to attack the other dog. Fighting all the time, and fighting dirty, too. And Georgia had to deal with it all on a broken foot.
Stuff I have to write–but when? And the forecast is that beaucoup horrible weather will descend on us by Thursday. Oh, spiffy. Is our living room ready for a Christmas tree? That’s desperate sardonic laughter in the background.
Well, let’s start by going to the pharmacy to pick up Patty’s medications. And please don’t forget to pray for our friend and brother Mike, who needs to recover from less than perfect surgery. Please, Father–heal him. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
Our friend and brother Michael (“Elder Mike”) needs our prayers. He had surgery not long ago, it wasn’t easy, and now his incision has opened and gotten infected. He was afraid something like this might happen.
Oh Lord our God! In Jesus’ name, and by the power of Jesus’ name, save and heal our brother, your servant Michael: bring him quickly to safety. All healing is from you, Lord: hear us when we cry to you. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
Attempting to break up a fight between her two dogs, my stepdaughter, Georgia, wound up breaking her foot. She may or may not require surgery. Meanwhile, it hurts. Just another household accident.
Please join me in prayer for her. O Lord, your servant Georgia needs you now. Please heal her, Father. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
Our brother Michael Riemer (Elder Mike) had surgery a couple of days ago; please join me in prayer for his recovery. Father in Heaven, we look to you to carry us over the dangerous ground. Please grant Mike a swift and sure recovery. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
Requested by Michael: We Three Kings, sung by Hugh Jackman and friends for Australian TV. This rendition of the ancient carol never fails to stir my soul. I hope it does the same for you.
Imagine trying to run a blog when you can’t see what your readers have been reading! That’s where WordPress has stuck me today.
Oh, they say it’s not their fault, it’s a conflict (?) created by “the theme designers,” whoever the blazes they are. So what I’ve got to do, they tell me, is first reach out to WordPress, then reach out to the theme designers in another company, another world, and then reach back out to WordPress and they’ll “guide” me through a labyrinth of widgets and wodgets and Kris Kringle’s grandmother’s cuneiform primer…
Ye gods! I want them to fix it. I’m not into hi-tech DIY! I don’t do my own dental surgery, either. Bad enough the month of November saw me lose 30 to 50 percent of my viewership for no detectable reason. Now I don’t know what my remaining viewers have been viewing!
I’ve been calling this The Age of Nothing Works. I see no reason to stop calling it that.
Maybe later I can get Jill, my webmaster at Chalcedon, to solve this problem for me. She wasn’t in when I called an hour ago. I am not going to fatz around on my own and probably make things worse.
If it’s not too trivial to ask, please pray for me today. This is my work, and I want to do it.
Update: Jill has fixed the problem–hooray! I will say no more about it.
Could we get behind our friend and sister Phoebe, and offer up our prayers? She has been confronted with some threatening health problems, she doesn’t yet know what they might mean–and that has to be quite scary.
O Lord our God! In Jesus’ name, and by the power of Jesus’ name, be swift and sure to help your servant, Phoebe. Protect her, Lord! Whatever healing she needs, please heal her. Be her defense… and ours. Take her under the shelter of your wings!
In Jesus’ name, Amen.
“The Spirit of ’76”–gone. But we still need it.
Sorry if this comes off as a rant, but sometimes I could just sit down and weep for my country… as by the waters of Babylon, Psalm 137.
The America that I grew up in is gone, covered over, drowned out by wicked nonsense. They stole our house and replaced it with a lean-to. When a governor (the unlamented Andrew Cuomo) says “America was never that great,” and a so-called president throws in “There’s nothing special about America,” it does seem we’re just about finished.
Look at our schools, if you can stand it, and universities. The dreck that comes pouring out of Disney Corp. Disney! The freaks and numbskulls who’ve been brought into our government. DAs who release violent criminals without bail. I can’t bear to make this list any longer: that would be the work of hours, and it would sicken my soul.
Pray for strength; we’ll need it. For courage, wisdom, endurance, and faith. Say prayers of repentance. Pray for God’s intervention.
Because I can’t see us getting much farther without it.
Requested by Katheleen–Amazing Grace, sung by Sounds Like Reign. Nice acoustics in an unused silo.
And please pray for Brazil, Katheleen’s country: another presidential election stolen by the Far Left. O Lord our God, restrain and confound them, and deliver us out of their hands! In Jesus’ name, Amen.