Posted on 12/21/2008 6:12:54 PM PST by Molly Pitcher
Good evening. As Arctic temps and snow grip much of the country, I pray for all those who travel and have to spend time outside.
Also remember the many affected by the economic woes this season...anecdotal stories we're all hearing bring the statistics to life, and add a somber theme to the time which is usually so joyful.
You are welcome.
Good morning! Another icey start...no out early til conditions are clear and temp has gone up....
The weather is yucky here, too.
Got to laugh, TJ will NOT walk by a window, a door, just sits on the couch watching TV (4 years old now), hears a noise and freezes up.
Can't believe it is going to be Christmas , it is going to get to 74 degrees today.
Just wanted to get up to date with you and all so, all have a happy and wonderful day.
Toby
So, the company decided to pony up and get you a good seat on the plane, did they? I know it is a bunch of money but that long flight over the Pacific is absolutely wretched in coach.
Good morning. It is Christmas Eve. Yippety skippety!
A century ago, men were following with bated breath the march of Napoleon and waiting feverishly for news of the war. And all the while in thier own homes, babies were being born. But who could think about babies?
Everybody was thinking about battles. In one year, there stole into a world a host of heroes. Gladstone was born in Liverpool, England, and Tennyson at Somersby. Oliver Wendell Holmes was born in Massachusetts. Abraham Lincoln drew his first breeath in Old Kentucky, and music was enriched by the birth of Felix Mendelssohn in Hamburg. But nobody thought about babies.
Everybody was thinking about battles. Yet, which of the battles of 1809 mattere more than the babies that were born in 1809? We fancy that God can only manage His world through the big battalions of life, when all the while He is doing it through the beautiful babies that are being born into the world.
When a wrong wants righting, or a truth wants preaching, or a continent wants opening, God sends a baby into the world to do it. And where do you find God on Christmas? In a manger. A baby was born at the heart of the Roman Empire, that when the Roman Empire would crumble and fall, that baby, who would become a man, would also become the Saviour of the world.
(Source: The Heart of Christmas / John Maxwell segment)
Merry Christmas to you and your family!
Excellent post PB!
Merry Christmas 2/3. So glad that your trials were successful.
Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silence
1. Let all mortal flesh keep silence,
and with fear and trembling stand;
ponder nothing earthly-minded,
for with blessing in his hand,
Christ our God to earth descendeth,
our full homage to demand.
2. King of kings, yet born of Mary,
as of old on earth he stood,
Lord of lords, in human vesture,
in the body and the blood;
he will give to all the faithful
his own self for heavenly food.
3. Rank on rank the host of heaven
spreads its vanguard on the way,
as the Light of light descendeth
from the realms of endless day,
that the powers of hell may vanish
as the darkness clears away.
4. At his feet the six-winged seraph,
cherubim, with sleepless eye,
veil their faces to the presence,
as with ceaseless voice they cry:
Alleluia, Alleluia,
Alleluia, Lord Most High!
I am going to be spending Christmas with David's family in Warrenton and we will be leaving here around 9:00 this morning and will return sometime Friday. We will have Christmas with Laurie on Saturday. Andy has gone to stay with my friend Kandace and Charlie will stay at home to guard the house :-) Dick and Anne will be stopping by to visit with him while I am gone.
No snow today and we are very grateful! Guess they are having more in Portland but for now, the coast will just have rain.
May each of you have a blessed Christmas and a Happy New Year.....ABCD
| I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old familiar carols play, And wild and sweet the words repeat Of peace on earth, goodwill to men. I thought as now this day had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had rung so long unbroken song Of peave on earth, goodwill to men. And in despair I bowed my hear; "There is no peace on earth," I said, "For hate is strong and mocks the song Of peace on earth, good will to men." Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: "God is not dead, nor doth He sleep; The wrong shall fail, the right prevail With peace on earth, goodwill to men." |
Read the end of Th Book. It all works out.
Sheesh!
Th=the
And the formatting is off. It looked good in preview.
Merry Christmas!
I was wondering where you were ‘cause you weren’t here yestereday.
(Now I know where the missing “e” went!)
Don’t you know how “grown up” those work gloves will make them feel???
bbl....
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