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Posted on 10/31/2009 10:53:24 PM PDT by JustAmy
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Lamh Foistenach Abu!
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Lamh Foistenach Abu!
RISE AND SHINE, PILGRIMS! REVEILLE, REVEILLE, WAKE UP, TURN TO AND TRICE UP! ANOTHER DAY AWAITS.
BREAKFAST
Breakfast steak with hashbrowns, eggs and toast
Fried ham steak with pineapple compote, eggs and toast
Omelets (up to five fillings of your choice
[ham, sausage, cheese, bacon, hash brown]
Coffee, hot and black with cream and sweetener as desired
Milk, frothy and cold
Juices fresh squeezed and chilled just right
Cereals [hot and cold] on the sideboard
Cinnamon Rolls, fresh from the oven
Toast (jellies and jams, honey and molasses)
Mid morning snack
——toasted fry bread with a filling of shaved baked ham with cheese, and a crusting of cashews. Served with a cold milk.
Francis Asbury rode 6,000 miles a year on horseback for nearly half a century. Despite ill health, he drove himself tirelessly. He sustained himself with venison jerky—a food that wouldn’t spoil during his extended travels. Asbury is remembered for introducing the Methodist “circuit-riding preacher” as an effective way to capture the American frontier for Christ. Planting new churches in remote areas was central to his approach.
At the close of Asbury’s ministry, he had recruited over 700 traveling preachers. In 1771, when Asbury arrived in the colonies, there were only about 600 Methodists in America. Forty-five years later, there were 200,000!
In many ways, Asbury’s strategy for planting churches reflects the approach of the apostle Paul. To the church he had planted in Thessalonica, Paul wrote: “From you the word of the Lord has sounded forth, not only in Macedonia and Achaia, but also in every place” (1 Thess. 1:8; see Acts 17:1-10).
The days of the “circuit-riding preacher” have come and gone. But each of us has a “frontier” where friends, relatives, and neighbors are our mission field. Can you think of someone today who needs to hear the good news?
Good morning all. Breakfast sounds great!
I got this in email today
Go to the link below and put your cursor over each person in the painting and the artist provides and explanation.
I hope you enjoy this.
http://www.mcnaughtonart.com/artwork/view_zoom/?artpiece_id=353
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A father wanted to read a magazine but was being
bothered by his little girl, Shelby.. She wanted to
know what the United States looked like. Finally,
he tore a sheet out of his new magazine on which
was printed the map of the country. Tearing it into
small pieces, he gave it to Shelby and said, ‘Go
into the other room and see if you can put this
together. This will show you our whole country today..’
After a few minutes, Shelby returned and handed him the map,
correctly fitted and taped together. The father was surprised
and asked how she had finished so quickly.
‘Oh,’ she said,
‘on the other side of the paper is a picture of Jesus.
When I got all of Jesus back where He belonged,
then our country just came together.’
The picture website was awesome, I like the painter’s reasons and logic for the picture!
The story about the map and the picture of Jesus was a hoot!
You know it ought to tell you something when we take Jesus and morals and faith out of the schools and daily life of children today, and we can only have prayers, over the bodies of the innocent children killed by the immoral lunatics we are raising in schools today.
Time to put faith back into our lives and also time to tell liberals to stay out of our faces, they ‘Offend’ us!
It was the way of Jesus Himself ... He traveled from city to city, village to village, beside of the sea, and lakes, to countryside, giving the message of the 'Kingdom of God', all along the way. When considered thoughtfully it is amazing how many journeys He made during His 3 1/2 years of ministry.
Praise the Lord!
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Thanks for the pings, y’all! Enjoyed them all.
just wanted to wish you all a very happy turkey day, where ever you are. :)
The blessings/graphics reminded me of something I wanted to share with y’all—a few days ago, my daughter, MIL, and both grandsons met me for lunch. We got our food, sat down at the table and started eating. Oldest gson(2 1/2) said, “Wait! We have to say the blessing!”
My MIL said the standard “God is great.”
A few more bites, and he looked at me and said, “You say it, Oma.”
We tried to tell him once was enough, but no go.
I asked him, “What do you want me to say? What you usually say?” He nodded. I said, “Blessing, blessing, blessing. Amen.” That satisfied him and we started eating again.
Don’t know if Y’all have heard it or not, but there’s a real popular country song out now—something to the effect of—God is great, beer is good, and people are crazy.
He was singing it under his breath. MIL only heard the God is great part and she was complimenting him on how well he had learned to say grace. Daughter and I were about to roll.
God is great, beer is good, and people are crazy
As true as
Obama commie, congress crooked, and liberals insane!
Happy Holiday and a great family time for one and all!
Thanks! You too!
Love your “Grandma” poem!
That reminds me of my Grandmother and watching her clean out a turkey and her teaching me to make an apple pie.
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