Saturday, December 6. 2014
I have a website that is hosted in Moscow Russia. Pretty wild if you ask me; ten years ago I never would have thought it would be. But that's not important compared to the content there, or, a VERY touching analogy I almost missed. I have a series of pages there I call the Papa challenge. It's a friendly challenge to fathers to spend more time with their children. One of today's projects was finished enough to make into another page. Just as I was about to leave the site, I thought about the third picture down as the life of a poor kid left to himself. The last picture is the life of a kid whose dad tried to intervene in a positive way. To me, it's so graphic and almost sad, that I hope I never forget it. Not only that, is it possible that if your life has been a struggle, and you were one of the kids left to him / her self that God says: I know what you went through, you did the best a kid could do alone. I'll help from now on.
I have to be careful not to mislead; the Bible says that we're all separated from God by our sins, not anything else. He paid an incalculable price to get people back, but it's on His terms. Jesus took man's sins upon himself for those who would receive that substitution. Then he makes people new, or "born again".
Saturday, December 6. 2014
Webstats for this blog aren't showing positive developments in the last couple of weeks; so maybe an attempt at damage control is in order. I miss the coffee cup picture, but I tried to update this old software, and just about lost the entire blog. Absolutely blank white page. Finally, I was able to get an equally old theme, and everything showed up again. I'm supposed to have backups , but there would probably have been some delay with that. I really like the old name, maybe I can come up with one as fitting, time will tell. The family didn't like the name, and, well, priorities, you know, some things are more important. There's another issue I'm not sure about, it's speculation, but could be a matter of deep regret. Lastly, there's this "bad Men Anonymous" card. Sorry if it offended, but I get a big laugh out of it; try to understand the context. In that particular incident, I was using sarcasm to reply to a guy at another site. If the other site doesn't have a way to upload images, you just upload it to another site, and hotlink to it, that's why it was here. Anyway,he was either a troll, or blindly conformed to all that the MSM has been spewing forth. What makes the card endearing in an enduring way is how applicable it is to other incidents in my life. When you're a kid, in school they go on about how virtuous George Washington was with the story of the cherry tree; or Abraham Lincoln walking 12 miles to return some lady's penny. I thought man, I want to be like that. Lately I've been wondering if it's possible to regard oneself as a very honest person, indeed "brutally honest"; all the while overlooking an area where an examination from a different perspective might show the whole honesty perception to be an illusion or delusion. The contemplation didn't yield anything concrete, but did bring up some big things to keep an eye on.
So yeah, anyway, honesty can really alienate you from a lot of people. It happens different ways; if someone is asking me about something that I know will have an uncomfortable answer, then I try to be vague, or even change the subject. If those don't work, and I'm pressed, then the result is often another incident that cements my membership in the Bad Men Anonymous recovery group. And political discussions, oh man just sign me up for the LIFETIME membership. Come to think of it though, it's really quite liberating; not expecting approval. A lot like the freedom found in being the village weirdo.
Enough of the attempts at explaining; we just set up the manger scene on the front yard today. The little building anyway. The back is made of the same straw bales we used for our Thanksgiving display. Too bad how people are inconvenienced by that holiday, but we get several hundred dollars worth of stuff at the end of October. Huge pumpkins, Indian corn, squashes, corn stalks, all kinds of good stuff, for free. They get it hauled off, and we use it for a month. I have a sign with "Oh give thanks unto the Lord" from Psalm 105. This year, for the Christmas display, I want to have a sign with the same words as the artwork here. I hope people will think about the severity of disregarding Jesus.
Speaking of disregarding the Lord, I was reading one of the "Bible Story" books to my children the other day. They're those blue ones put out by the 7th Day Adventists. You just read them with a little caveat about their particular doctrines, and you'll be OK. What's nice is how they're a paraphrase that the kids can understand, and they always enjoy my reading them out loud. Of course, it probably doesn't hurt that I do my own dramatization of some parts. We read the part where the people made the golden calf while Moses was on the mountain. It's late, so I'm not going to research the details; but weren't they still getting the Manna from heaven each morning? If I recall, they put up the idol, and said "Oh Israel, these be thy gods". So maybe they were acknowledging the manna in the wrong way. A case of interpreting God to fit your own desires. If so, things haven't changed much.
Tuesday, December 2. 2014
Just for the fun of it:
Tuesday, December 2. 2014
Thursday, November 27. 2014
You only THOUGHT you made mistakes... Posted by admin in about us at 03:32
Dear reader, I'm sure you've done things you regret. I don't mean wrong moral choices, crimes committed, things like that. No, just your run of the mill, Gee I could have said that with more tact kind of mistake. But your mistakes, well, compared to SOME PEOPLE'S mistakes, they're so small as to be statistically non existent.
Sunday, November 23. 2014
This blog software is old, I seriously need an update. Inserting pictures is getting to be an art form, and when I copy and paste text, it goes bonkers with the paragraphs and sentences. So in this exciting episode of weirdness, you'll have to associate the text with the pictures. If you're weirder than I am, you might get it wrong, but hey, as long as we all keep trying.
It's_so_easy for me to get caught up in contemporary politics, but I need to remember that most of it is effect.
There are people that send messages to North Korea attached to balloons, because the media restrictions are so tight. The way it's going, people will have to start sending messages to Canada the same way.
For years, I've had a couple of ideas that I've wondered about. The first is whether there are heaters in outdoor soda pop vending machines. I talked to one guy that said the carbonated products are bottled at near freezing temperatures, which keeps them from fizzing all over in the process. The other idea, why it's practically a conspiracy theory. So often, I drive by a fast food place, and the smell is terrific. So I wondered of they have these O.E.I.T. Olfactory emissions influence tubes. In the back of the restaurant, there are these vertical tubes, each having a powerful fan at the bottom. A door is opened, and a disposable aerosol can is activated, then placed in the tube through a door. The door is closed, and the smell is discharged out the roof to be noticed by passers by. A typical command from a supervisor would be : "OK, you can see that school is letting out, so, as soon as the wind direction indicator moves toward the street, tubes 1 and 2 get a can of fries, tube 3 gets a can of burger. Got That? Now, when it's about 4:45, and you see commuter traffic, do it again, but reverse the order." "Aye-aye, sir!"
Saturday, November 22. 2014
I noticed this article at WND: Sign gets a lot of attention
What's interesting is how the sign in the article is
Tuesday, November 18. 2014
Friday, November 14. 2014
So, how is YOUR day going? That would be a heartily sarcastic way of introducing you to my evening. May you live in less interesting times dear reader; at least the bad interesting. I wonder if I attract these sort of things, was I born to them, or do they happen to everyone? I know, I'll change the name of the blog, and they'll go to someone else. "Daisies, unicorns and ignorance". Surely then I'll reap the long awaited bliss.
Life can be so paradoxical as to become surreal. It's like being caught between two great forces. It hasn't ground me up yet, thank God; so the analogy of millstones doesn't apply. How about "standing in rush hour traffic"? What a rush, don't you just love the air from the passing cars?
I told you about my BIL, the one that has run-ins with his neighbors? I was told earlier this evening that it took a turn for the worse, and now he's on the run from the authorities. He lives maybe six miles away. The weather just turned colder so he won't want to stay outdoors; it's feasible that he could try to come here. He won't be welcome. He's not the only visitor I'm thinking about; twice in the past have his actions caused the police to visit in a very forceful way. The first time, the police were looking for "white woman with children", so of course, they handcuffed my wife and almost took away the children. The second time, I came home from work to find something like a dozen police cars in my front yard, wanting to search the grounds. They ended up calling the child services over a glitch in our homeschool paperwork. TV crews showed up and, ever wanting to further the cause of justice, I was told that they were shooting video of the sign I put in the yard, that said "Question Evolution, It doesn't fit the evidence". Those pesky creationists, always running afoul of the law.
So tonight I'm sitting here wondering if we're going to get the late night raid. I want a chance to at least wake the family in an orderly way, before the SWAT thugs kick and hit people, maybe burn our kid's face with a tear gas canister. I'm not making this up. They will of course shoot the pet dogs out in the front yard; that's standard procedure these days. I thought about putting the dogs up for the night, but then I wouldn't have advance notice if BIL shows up. Ah, but they're only dogs; these are the contemplations one must make in the land of the free.
So tonight I'm sitting here reading the book I mentioned before; the one that President Putin told his regional governors to read. What a reward. Here are a few excerpts:
What good stuff. If you were wondering about your significance, contemplate what he wrote about "the invaluable dignity of man's reason and conscience". In this passage, "the eternal good" in the first sentence is things like loyalty to family and nation. Is that line "the only thing to be arranged" a good bit of sarcasm? Russian sarcasm, maybe? Ah, rich fare tonight. So it is, I'm between the good and bad, welcome Paradox, my old friend.
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