I forgott to tell yiu yestreday that one of the ressults of this exspearamint is that i alreddy getting smarter and aslo my sihgt geting keeener, I see things now that i didnt use to see befour. That is why i lik to be hear at collidge, bein a interllectural.
So i found this hear viddiotape of a senator running acrost somplace and sombody fillmed it. Yiu wil notise that this is abbsolootly real, it reelly is a senator. If thear wasnt no such thing as a senator it wuldnt be on viddio, dont let any stopid christins tel yuo theyr no senators, halff horse and halff perrson.
Wel no i got to get back to work campaining for Hillery so she can be presdint.
We usually hear this beautiful hymn around Christmastime, but there’s nothing wrong with hearing it now. In fact, after a week of watching Satan’s vandals trash our civilization, I need it now. It reminds me that God already has the answer to our self-imposed prison sentence in a fallen world. God will regenerate His creation through His Son, Jesus Christ.
So here it is–music by J.S. Bach, wonderful performance, and hope provided by the King of Kings.
Let’s start our Sunday with a classic hymn, here sung not as a performance, but as part of a church service. This hymn, by Felice DiGiardini (1716-1796), may be more familiar to you as “Come Thou Almighty King”–same music, different lyrics. Our church had them both in its hymnal, on adjacent pages.
Think about that line, “The world to Christ we bring.”
As Christians, that’s what we’re supposed to do. And you can bet the world doesn’t want to be brought to Christ. But I would rather not talk politics today.
Let the words and music of the hymn speak instead.
Let’s get away from the mess the world is in, and enjoy watching these two pet rats do their stuff–in this case, pulling up a basket on a string to get the snacks inside.
Rats make wonderful pets, very affectionate, very smart. We had two rats, and the only thing they couldn’t learn, apart from figuring out the stock market, was how to get along with each other when we turned out the lights at bedtime. Within seconds of the room going dark, you would hear thump-thump-wack-wack-SQUEEEEAK! But if you turned the light back on, you’d see them just standing around peacefully, maybe whistling, with one of those “Who, me?” looks on their faces.
Does this hauntingly beautiful melody sound familiar?
It’s called “My Love’s an Arbutus,” and it is used as theme music for Alice in the classic version of A Christmas Carol starring Alistair Sim. But it’s good any time of the year, and tonight I thought I’d like to share it with you. Relax and let it stroke your cheek.
The opening words of this classic hymn are from Paul’s first Epistle to Timothy, Chapter 1.
The thing about Paul’s epistles is, they’re full of real people. We know a lot about Timothy–his grandmother, Lois, his mother, Eunice, his pagan father (whose name is not given), and his less than robust state of health, for which Paul advises him to take a little wine with his dinner, instead of water.
If we belong to Jesus Christ, we are in fellowship with these saints of old; they are our family. We can love them. Meanwhile, we are in fellowship with saints in Africa and Asia and other faraway places, whom in this life we will never see face-to-face but who are nevertheless knit to us in a holy bond. They, too, are our family in Christ.
I don’t know about you, but I need some comic relief, and I need it now.
What happens when you toss some pieces of Mentos candy into a bottle of Diet Coke? The above video will show you what happens. There is a very violent reaction–which is still perfectly safe as long as you avoid doing certain idiotic things.
Don’t try this indoors.
Don’t put Mentos in your mouth and then pour in some Diet Coke. Please do not do this. They’re calling it a “challenge” and filming themselves doing it. If you insist on trying this, remember–this blog told you not to.
Don’t do this inside your car.
These mistakes are very easy to avoid–and you can still have fun with this simple, albeit simple-minded, home science experiment.