Are We Getting Better?

Classic British Fish and Chips Recipe

We’ve been sick since New Year’s, Patty and me. Whatever it is we’ve got, one of the symptoms is a very meager appetite. I’ve been living on cans of chicken soup.

We’re running out of supplies, so I had to get to the supermarket again today.

“What about… some fish and chips?” Patty said. “I think I’d really like some fish and chips.” As opposed to pretty much nothing.

Oh! Suddenly my mouth started watering. For the first time in over a week. I searched the frozen food aisles until I found a bag of wild-caught, beer-battered cod filets. Brought them home and Patty’s eyes lit up. Was this a turning point?

I hope so. We are thankful for your prayers–and I do feel somewhat better. How wonderful it’ll be to return to normal life! How I’d love to get back to work on my book.

Please keep praying for us. It has to be doing us good.

Peter’s Miraculous Deliverance (Christian Blogger)

I’m doing what I can to support my fellow Christian bloggers. I pray this effort will bear fruit. Big Tech is pushing us down to the bottom of the search engines, and we need to raise each other up by posting work by other Christian bloggers.

From the UnashamedofJesus blog: Acts 12 tells us how Peter was imprisoned by Herod and condemned to execution, and how God miraculously delivered him–and punished Herod.

Acts 12- Pray Without Ceasing Part 2

“Pray without ceasing” is the message. We must believe in the power of prayer–and use it!

P.S.–If you are a Christian blogger and would like me to display some of your work from time to time, please just let me know! There is no charge for this service.

‘The Power of Prayer’ (2005)

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If you take away anything from this 2005 Chalcedon editorial, take this: Pray as if it all depends on God, and work as if it all depends on us.

Here at Chalcedon, we’re totally dependent on God’s providence, manifested through voluntary donations from readers. Put bluntly, if the donations dry up, I dry up.

But this is good for us. This is humbling. So we work–we work hard. We plant and we water. But the increase is from God. Always from God.

He is, after all, our Heavenly Father who has begotten us in the Spirit, by the blood of Jesus Christ. It’s good for us to rely on Him.

Back From the Doctor’s

The good news, I guess, is that a lot of people my age are already dead. You could look it up (as Casey Stengel used to say).

The bad news is that my high blood pressure has in some inscrutable way done harm to my innards and I gotta go back to the doctor on Wednesday to find out more about it and get another prescription.

The nurse practitioner tells me most of my problem is age-related or genetic, and that otherwise I am a reasonably healthy specimen. If she had told me I had to give up my daily cigar, I think I would have fainted.

I hate medical stuff.

May the Lord give me whatever I need to deal with this–starting with trust in Him.

Hymn Request, ‘Fairest Lord Jesus’

Today has been just an awful day so far–just now, the cat is coughing a mile a minute, and my wife is fetching her car back from the shop because it wouldn’t work this morning: and so on, and so on–but now I can cope with it, because prayer works.

Once, a few years ago, the landlord and I were bringing a refrigerator upstairs from the cellar, with me at the bottom end. Suddenly my strength was used up. Do you know that feeling? The feeling you get when you are plumb out of strength.

Well, I couldn’t afford to conk out halfway up the stairs with a refrigerator on my back. So I prayed. “Lord, I need more strength and I need it right now!” And He gave me what I needed. Right then and there.

This hymn request is from Linda. Keep ’em coming, folks.

Back from the Doctor (*sigh*)

Rush to the doctor, rush to the pharmacy, then to the supermarket, then you can try and generate a Newswithviews column…

They say I have high blood pressure.

Well, forsooth, that’s why I bought my bike in the first place; and it was doing a very nice job of lowering my blood pressure until I fell off two weeks ago.  So my arm is still messed up, I have other serious family problems which I’m not at liberty to mention here, I have enough work to keep me as busy as a one-armed paper-hanger, and on top of all that, every day I watch my country being murdered  by inches by the very persons who have a sacred duty to preserve and protect her.

Yeah, I have high blood pressure. Duh!

But I believe in the power of prayer, and I believe in God’s sovereign rule over my life and the lives of nations. And if any of you feel moved to pray for me–well, I appreciate it, and I’m convinced it’ll do me good.