‘Standing on the Shoulders of Others’

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Mark Rushdoony wrote this last year for our Chalcedon blog.

https://chalcedon.edu/blog/standing-on-the-shoulders-of-others

It’s good to be reminded of what our fellow servants in Christ’s Kingdom have achieved, and how their work has benefited us in so many ways. It’s good to be reminded that we are not alone: among the wonderful gifts that God has given us, we must include… each other.

I’m thankful for all of you who come here, daily, to read and comment. We are a valuable resource for one another. Thank you all, so much, for your prayers and your encouragement.

We Has got No Thanks givving Day!!

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Yeasterday “it” was Thansgiving Day butt “we” didnt cellarbrate it hear “At” collidge becose Thansgiving Day It is Racist!!! and aslo Homo Fobick. So insted of Thansgiving we has got a spatial New holladay we cal it No Thanks Yiu Stinkin Racist Americka Day!

My Ginder Studdies prefesser he had some of Us stodents over his “house” for a No Thanks diner, he “and” his pratner thay had Terky butt he givved us stodents some old cheeryos he had and a old Twinky for desert and aslo he “had” some Whine but he gived us stodents jist Tang and he sayed “it is too make yiu”” propperly Un-Greatful for al the Stuff we has not reseeved becose of Wite Privlidge! It “Was” a phantastick larning expeareants!!! but i Was stil hongre so latter wen No One thay was looking i eight some sox and a hankerchiff, somtimes it Pays “to be” ingectid whith Moth Hormones!!

Wel now its getting Late and we has “got To” go outside and screamb at The Sky so that Donold trumpt he wil rezine and Hillery “she wil” be pressadint!

Now That’s a Stupid Question!

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I really do wonder about “journalists,” maybe because I used to be one. But I had the advantage of never having attended journalism school.

Yesterday, at the Thanksgiving Day parade in New York City, a well-paid, highly-trained journalist interviewed a couple of clowns who were entertaining the crowd. He asked, “How did you become clowns?” All right: a reasonable question.

“We went to clown school,” was the answer.

He then asked, “What did you learn in clown school?”

What did you learn in clown school? Crikey, what did he think they learned–nuclear physics? French cuisine?

“Uh, we learned how to be clowns.”

Let us draw the curtain over this pitiable scene.

 

‘Thank You, Lord’ (Don Moen)

My friend “OhioChessFan” posted this on my chess page yesterday–Thank You, Lord by Don Moen. Well, we can’t thank God enough–not just for big things, but for little things, too.

‘We Gather Together’

We used to sing this, and other hymns, in school–in our neighborhood public school. We Gather Together was always sung to celebrate Thanksgiving. It made for a better world. Humbly seeking God and giving thanks to Him always makes a better world. It’s when we seek after man that things start to fall apart.

But God is nigh, always nigh, He does not forget His promises, He hears us when we pray–and that is ample reason to give thanks.

Update: My Family

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So the phone rang last night–never good news, when the phone rings at night–they’re taking Aunt Joan back to the hospital, her fever has returned. It hadn’t been 24 hours, I don’t think, since they’d discharged her.

Tomorrow we hit the terrifying Garden State Parkway for Thanksgiving dinner at my sister’s house. Once upon a time Thanksgiving meant a huge family gathering. Now there are only the four of us left, Patty and me, my brother and sister. Everyone else has either died or moved too far away for any personal contact. And we have to walk on eggs tomorrow because my brother is a hair-trigger leftid and we feel sorry for him. My sister has a new job, is being worked to a frazzle, but didn’t want to skip Thanksgiving.

I find that the more I need them, the more I get out of my memories. Their flavor is stronger and richer than it once was. The more evil grows this age, the more recourse I have to prayer and to the Bible. These call forth my thankfulness. God’s Word brings forth hope. And the more we need from it, the more it has to give.

 

Beautiful! ‘Come, Ye Thankful People, Come’

Either I’m getting kind of soppy in my old age, or there is something special about this hymn: Come, Ye Thankful People, Come, traditionally associated with Thanksgiving  but really applicable to all the year. It’s the lyrics, it’s the message, it’s the feeling. It’s the suddenly, unexpected awareness of God’s love. It’s the music, it’s the gorgeous background scenery. It’s thankfulness to the Lord Our God, who daily loadeth us with benefits. Love and be loved. It’s from God.