‘Humanist Poison–and the Antidote’ (2017)

Does the Internet Make Our Brains Lazy?

As long as we’re not usin’ ’em…

I wonder how far they’ve got with this business, since I posted this five years ago.

The idea was to create a human “interface” with computers so that somebody at a keyboard somewhere could delete someone else’s thoughts… and also insert thoughts that Big Brother wants you to have.

Humanist Poison–and the Antidote

You put the right thoughts in, you pull the wrong thoughts out; you do the hokey-pokey and you shake it all about…

This is supposed to appeal to us, somehow?

As for the antidote: see Psalm 46. Come to think of it, Psalm 2 also applies–big-time.

Lately I’ve been thinking there’s more and more frivolity among the “Science” community: an awful lot of truly trivial thinking. Anybody else see that?

Make Sure to Smell the Flowers!


This is my stepdaughter’s dog, Chance, taking time to smell the flowers (look, Georgia, you’re famous!)–thus personifying a wise old saying: Make time to smell the flowers.

“Be still, and know that I am God…” (Psalm 46:10). There’s a lot we miss if we don’t find time for stillness. That goes for me, too. Ask anyone who knows me.

Psalm 46

I have to hurry up and post this, because any moment I’m liable to lose my internet connection.

So, let’s go–Psalm 46, “God is our refuge and our strength,” and do we ever need Him!

‘Shall We Gather at the River?’

There is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of God… (Psalm 46:4)

Christians loved this hymn when it was published in 1864, and we still love it today: Shall We Gather at the River? Sung by the students at Fountainview Academy, British Columbia.

‘Shall We Gather at the River?’

There is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of God, the holy place of the tabernacles of the most high… Psalm 46:4

I don’t think I’ve posted this good old hymn in a while–Shall We Gather at the River?, performed by Nathan and Lyle, with family and friends, in Denton County, Texas.

Psalm 46, ‘Our Refuge and Strength’

I read this Psalm this morning–Psalm 46, “God is our refute and strength”–and I want to share it with you.

God’s providence is woven into the fiber of the physical universe, sustaining it moment by moment. But He is also the Lord of Hosts, mighty in battle: and when He intervenes in history–watch out!

‘A Mighty Fortress Is Our God’

“God is our refuge and strength…” Psalm 46. Martin Luther, inspired by the Psalm, wrote A Mighty Fortress Is Our God. I think you’ll agree we need daily access to that refuge.

Sung here by the Roger Wagner Chorale–turn up the volume.

Humanist Poison–and the Antidote

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I have to admit this news story distressed me. Let the headline speak: “New computers could delete thoughts without your knowledge, experts warn.” (http://www.independent.co.uk/news/science/delete-thoughts-read-your-mind-without-your-knowledge-neurotechnology-new-human-rights-laws-a7701661.html)

Yeah, I know–first you have to find some before you can delete ’em. But for those of us who still have thoughts, we are now warned about “machines that can read our thoughts,” brought to you by the exciting new field of neurotechnology.

This, they say, could lead to “brain hacking” and other “intrusions.” Like, you wake up in the morning and find yourself thinking, “Y’know, it really is time for a world government! And George Soros is just the one to run it! Man, I love Hillary Clinton!”

The horror, the horror…

We might even get computers that allow you to “type just by thinking.” That doesn’t promise much in the way of readability, let alone literary quality.

Anyway, it truly bothers me to contemplate foolish, power-hungry, sinners getting so much power. And you know they’ll pitch it to us the greatest thing since duct tape. Just wait’ll you see the sales job that they do on this. Don’t be the only one on your block who doesn’t have a computer interface!

The Antidote

God’s word is the antidote. He won’t just sit up there and watch the fun.

I found comfort today in Psalm 46. So here it is, King James Version.

God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore will not we fear, though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea; though the waters thereof roar and be troubled, though the mountains shake with the swelling thereof. Selah.

There is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of God, the holy place of the tabernacles of the most High. God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved: God shall help her, and that right early.

The heathen raged, the kingdoms were moved; he uttered his voice, the earth melted. The Lord of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge. Selah.

Come, behold the works of the Lord, what desolations he hath made in the earth. He maketh wars to cease unto the end of the earth; he breaketh the bow, and cutteth the spear in sunder; he burneth the chariot in the fire.

Be still, and know that I am God. I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth. The Lord of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge. Selah.

God is able to deal with nincompoops who try to rule the world.

Thank You For Your Prayers

Psalm 46: “God is our refuge and strength…” Be thou our strength today, O Lord.

I must thank you all for your prayers.

As of this morning Aunt Joan is still breathing on her own, which I don’t think the doctor expected, and it remains to be seen whether she’ll respond to the medications. There is no healing that doesn’t come from God. As one of you wisely pointed out last night, she will live not one minute less, nor one minute more, than God has appointed to her.

In the meantime, life goes on, my work goes on: in fact, under the circumstances, it’s rather a relief to work, and I thank God for it.

So, everybody, thanks again for your prayers–and from now on, please, please feel free to make prayer requests here on this blog. I see all my comments, so if you send one, I won’t miss it. And I’ll post it.

Be Still…

Getting smacked with bad news from the moment I got out of bed this morning–well, it does bad things to my blood pressure. This country is a train wreck happening. I can’t calm down.

The sun is out, for the first time in a week and a half. I think I ought to take a walk, and pray. Too slippery for the bike. Be still, and know that I am God. Time to heed the Scriptures.

My sister called to wish me a happy birthday (it’s tomorrow), and I wound up arguing with her about whether or not the Rapture is really in the Bible. I didn’t mean to argue and it was all my fault.

Maybe if I ask Him nicely, the Lord will straighten me out.