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Saturday, September 11, 2010
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
CNN Headline
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For my next post I was going to comment on the various stages of dress (or otherwise) that I see now that I am 'out front,' at the library as opposed to working 'in the back.' But that probably says plenty enough. Sometimes I wish I could wear blinders. ;-)
You may have seen a variety of headlines, titles, signs, or whatever that taken literally can be quite funny. This was a headline today on CNN's website: "Suspect admits texting dead teen."
Uh, Um - Did your message arrive?
Did she text you back?
Where did her message come from?
If you are on any professional or job-related listserv, this is some "Friday Humor" a little early!
For my next post I was going to comment on the various stages of dress (or otherwise) that I see now that I am 'out front,' at the library as opposed to working 'in the back.' But that probably says plenty enough. Sometimes I wish I could wear blinders. ;-)
You may have seen a variety of headlines, titles, signs, or whatever that taken literally can be quite funny. This was a headline today on CNN's website: "Suspect admits texting dead teen."
Uh, Um - Did your message arrive?
Did she text you back?
Where did her message come from?
If you are on any professional or job-related listserv, this is some "Friday Humor" a little early!
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
When Liberty becomes a stumbling block
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The current controversy of building a mosque near Ground Zero of 9/11 reminds one of a passage of scripture that talks about our rights verses putting others first.
We have the right to worship as we see fit, in this country. The day we no longer have that right, we will cease to be the America that was created in 1776. Many people fled to this new land to get away from religious tyrants. They wanted the right to worship God as they felt led. This is who we are. But we don't need religious tyrants demanding to exercise their right to worship just because we have that right. There's more to think about than that.
September 11, 2001 Islamic enemies of this country and terrorists confiscated our planes with mostly our people on board and flew them into some of our country's greatest iconic locations. These heartless people have no concern over the innocent lives that were lost, including some of their own.
Now in the name of religious freedom, Islams want to build a mosque within 'spitting distance' of Ground Zero. If they believe that they (who are building the mosque) are not the same as the terrorists who bombed us with the our own planes, then maybe they need to rethink how they demand and choose to exercise their American rights. They say they are peace loving Americans, "like the rest of us."
If they truely are, then maybe they ought to take a second look at the impact this intended place of worship will have on their fellow Americans. Sometimes it's NOT about our rights, but it's about thinking of and putting the other person first and not ourselves or our agenda. I don't deny that anyone can worship how they wish. But some compassion and consideration should also be taken into account as to where they chose to do so. Going to Mecca and holding a church service is not the way to go about winning Muslims over to Christ.
One of our forefathers (I haven't looked up who, yet) made the comment to the effect that people who are Christian people also make good citizens. [I will see if I can find the exact quote.] So, if the Christians in this country will practice 'not excersizing' our liberty just because we can, but instead consider what that right might do to others, maybe others will see our example and do the same.
It's time we all think about the victims of 9/11, which include the families of the victims. They are victims, too. They are left with grief and trauma of what happened to their loved ones. Excersize your form of worship, but this is a huge country. Even New York City has a lot of real estate. Look around and see where else you might could build your place of woship. In so doing, you would be more considerate of others. You would show that you care about others more than yourself. Want others to be tolerant of you? Then show some tolerance and consideration of others and move to some other location.
The current controversy of building a mosque near Ground Zero of 9/11 reminds one of a passage of scripture that talks about our rights verses putting others first.
We have the right to worship as we see fit, in this country. The day we no longer have that right, we will cease to be the America that was created in 1776. Many people fled to this new land to get away from religious tyrants. They wanted the right to worship God as they felt led. This is who we are. But we don't need religious tyrants demanding to exercise their right to worship just because we have that right. There's more to think about than that.
September 11, 2001 Islamic enemies of this country and terrorists confiscated our planes with mostly our people on board and flew them into some of our country's greatest iconic locations. These heartless people have no concern over the innocent lives that were lost, including some of their own.
Now in the name of religious freedom, Islams want to build a mosque within 'spitting distance' of Ground Zero. If they believe that they (who are building the mosque) are not the same as the terrorists who bombed us with the our own planes, then maybe they need to rethink how they demand and choose to exercise their American rights. They say they are peace loving Americans, "like the rest of us."
If they truely are, then maybe they ought to take a second look at the impact this intended place of worship will have on their fellow Americans. Sometimes it's NOT about our rights, but it's about thinking of and putting the other person first and not ourselves or our agenda. I don't deny that anyone can worship how they wish. But some compassion and consideration should also be taken into account as to where they chose to do so. Going to Mecca and holding a church service is not the way to go about winning Muslims over to Christ.
One of our forefathers (I haven't looked up who, yet) made the comment to the effect that people who are Christian people also make good citizens. [I will see if I can find the exact quote.] So, if the Christians in this country will practice 'not excersizing' our liberty just because we can, but instead consider what that right might do to others, maybe others will see our example and do the same.
It's time we all think about the victims of 9/11, which include the families of the victims. They are victims, too. They are left with grief and trauma of what happened to their loved ones. Excersize your form of worship, but this is a huge country. Even New York City has a lot of real estate. Look around and see where else you might could build your place of woship. In so doing, you would be more considerate of others. You would show that you care about others more than yourself. Want others to be tolerant of you? Then show some tolerance and consideration of others and move to some other location.
Monday, August 9, 2010
I Don't Care To
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Church had just let out and the parishioners were filing by shaking the preacher's hand. As one older lady came by, his wife standing close by asked her if she would be interested in going to a regional church meeting later that week with them.
Dad pastored a little country church in a southern Missouri town, called Cape Fair. We had just moved there a few months earlier, from a field assignment in western Kansas. Beth and Ira Wagner had answered the call to the ministry while still living in New York State. They attended a bible school graduating in 1957. From there they had first been placed in a western Kansas community before moving to Cape Fair. It was now 1958.
The lady answered cheerfully, "I wouldn't care to." Somewhere in the conversation one of them had told her the day and time they planned to go. Still learning Missouri, hillbilly colloquialisms, they weren't quite sure what she meant.
The day came and Beth and Ira were ready to head to the meeting, (probably an IFCA* meeting held in nearby Galena, MO.). Beth mentioned to Ira, "We better go by Erma's** house and just make sure whether she wants to go or not." [**I don't remember the lady's real name.]
They drove by her house, and into the driveway. Sure enough, she was ready and waiting to go, watching for them to arrive. They learned that day that her response meant, 'she wouldn't mind going, she would enjoy it.' Not that 'she cared nothing about the trip, whatsoever. '
That was a close call and a fast learned lesson of another Missouri colloquialism. They were glad they decided to stop and make sure what she wanted to do and not pull a faux pas and leave her behind!
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There's a lot of people I do remember from that country church, even though I was only in the 4th grade and part of the 5th.
Willie and Jaunita Withnall. He was a deacon and always wore overalls. They lived by a store which I think they ran.
Mr and Mrs Jorden who had fraternal twin boys. They didn't even look like brothers. One was tall and skinny, the other was shorter and not-so-skinny. For many years, I remembered their names, but can't recall them now.
Elderly Mrs. Smith who still came to church. She was a typical, sweet little-ole-lady, bun and all. Her husband who was in his upper 90's was unable to come anymore. (I want to say he was also blind, but I'm not sure). Mom and Dad visited with them frequently. They lived in a white clapboard house, right along the edge of the road about a mile or so 'from town.' We would sit in the quaint, homey living room while Dad read scripture to the gentleman and have prayer before we left, on every visit. (Religious pictures and crocheted art hung on the walls.)
On Sunday afternoons, we would go to Wooley Creek. A group of people met there in the school house for Sunday School whether they had any preachin' or not. So we would go out and Dad would do the preachin' for the folks. The Fosters and the Jones attended Wooley Creek.
The Jones were a fairly large but poor family. Their father was like Pa in Little House on the Prairie. Their Pa played the fiddle. The kids would sing, especially three of their girls. They would lean back in the dining room chairs around the pot bellied stove, swinging their bare feet while balancing on those back chair legs, singing their lungs out! Ah, those were the days.
These days folks have an annual singing at Wooley Creek, I learned last year. I need to go.
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(*Independant Fundamental Church of America)
Church had just let out and the parishioners were filing by shaking the preacher's hand. As one older lady came by, his wife standing close by asked her if she would be interested in going to a regional church meeting later that week with them.
Dad pastored a little country church in a southern Missouri town, called Cape Fair. We had just moved there a few months earlier, from a field assignment in western Kansas. Beth and Ira Wagner had answered the call to the ministry while still living in New York State. They attended a bible school graduating in 1957. From there they had first been placed in a western Kansas community before moving to Cape Fair. It was now 1958.
The lady answered cheerfully, "I wouldn't care to." Somewhere in the conversation one of them had told her the day and time they planned to go. Still learning Missouri, hillbilly colloquialisms, they weren't quite sure what she meant.
The day came and Beth and Ira were ready to head to the meeting, (probably an IFCA* meeting held in nearby Galena, MO.). Beth mentioned to Ira, "We better go by Erma's** house and just make sure whether she wants to go or not." [**I don't remember the lady's real name.]
They drove by her house, and into the driveway. Sure enough, she was ready and waiting to go, watching for them to arrive. They learned that day that her response meant, 'she wouldn't mind going, she would enjoy it.' Not that 'she cared nothing about the trip, whatsoever. '
That was a close call and a fast learned lesson of another Missouri colloquialism. They were glad they decided to stop and make sure what she wanted to do and not pull a faux pas and leave her behind!
***************
There's a lot of people I do remember from that country church, even though I was only in the 4th grade and part of the 5th.
Willie and Jaunita Withnall. He was a deacon and always wore overalls. They lived by a store which I think they ran.
Mr and Mrs Jorden who had fraternal twin boys. They didn't even look like brothers. One was tall and skinny, the other was shorter and not-so-skinny. For many years, I remembered their names, but can't recall them now.
Elderly Mrs. Smith who still came to church. She was a typical, sweet little-ole-lady, bun and all. Her husband who was in his upper 90's was unable to come anymore. (I want to say he was also blind, but I'm not sure). Mom and Dad visited with them frequently. They lived in a white clapboard house, right along the edge of the road about a mile or so 'from town.' We would sit in the quaint, homey living room while Dad read scripture to the gentleman and have prayer before we left, on every visit. (Religious pictures and crocheted art hung on the walls.)
On Sunday afternoons, we would go to Wooley Creek. A group of people met there in the school house for Sunday School whether they had any preachin' or not. So we would go out and Dad would do the preachin' for the folks. The Fosters and the Jones attended Wooley Creek.
The Jones were a fairly large but poor family. Their father was like Pa in Little House on the Prairie. Their Pa played the fiddle. The kids would sing, especially three of their girls. They would lean back in the dining room chairs around the pot bellied stove, swinging their bare feet while balancing on those back chair legs, singing their lungs out! Ah, those were the days.
These days folks have an annual singing at Wooley Creek, I learned last year. I need to go.
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(*Independant Fundamental Church of America)
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Pictures of Water
Earlier this year a friend and coworker asked me to write a poem about water, since our Summer Reading Program theme was "Water Your Mind." Later we presented this poem at a Poetry Reading, as a duet, each reading half a line. It was fun, and had a nice effect on the presentation. It was arranged a little differently than presented here, but I like the outline this arrangement gives.
PICTURES OF WATER (Set)
SUMMER:
Puddles. Pools.
Foam. Fun. Spray. Sun.
Tributaries. Sanctuaries.
Waves. Swells. Tides. Wells.
Drips. Drizzles. Drops. Frizzles.
Angry. Gentle. Blinding. Mental.
Flooding. Fury. Torrents. Hurry.
Moisture. Misty. Moody. Mystery.
Cleansing Shower. Energy. Power.
Rolling. Crashing. Pounding. Smashing.
Drowning. Dragging. Dripping. Nagging.
Cascades. Ocean Sprays. Everglades. Dreamy Days.
Embryonic Universe. Unexpected Lightening Burst.
WINTER:
Peaks. Poles.
Peace. Place. Slow Pace.
Sleet. Slush. Snow. Mush.
Conversation. Transportation.
Crystals. Falling. Quiet. Calling.
Freezing. Chilling. Bone-drilling.
Avalanches. Landscape Blanches.
Crushing. Crafty. Blanket. Drafty.
Glaciers Thawing. Gouging. Clawing.
Farm pond Skating. Snowman Making.
Ice Blocks. Icebergs. Snow Peaks. Snow Birds.
Snowflakes. Snowfalls. Snowdrifts. Snowballs.
~ ~
Peace. Strife. Death. Life.
Quietly Laughing. Blubbering. Gaffing.
Boisterously Bawling. Lazily Crawling.
Deep and moving. Roving at will.
Limpid and languishing. Shallow and still.
Renewing. Life-giving. Refreshing the living.
Death, Strife; Peace, Life.
-by Suzanne Guinn. 16 February 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
Fern Isabel Coppedge
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I just learned of this American painter, on Antiques Roadshow. I have never heard of her before, but I LOVE her artwork. It is impressionistic, yet primitive, soft yet bold, homey and avant garde at the same time, especially in her day for the paintwork itself but also because the painter was a woman.
Here are some examples.
The Delaware Valley
Hillside Village
New Hope
Mountain Creek
Unlike most of her artist friends, she was a "plein air" artist - painting on location, year around. It has been said that she could be found painting from the back of her car until her fingers were stiff, in the winter. She was part of a group of women painters called the "Pennsylvania Ten" who lived in New Hope, Pa. I hope you enjoy these. If you want to see more, just type in her name in Google or other search engine. I think I found about 80 distinct pictures on line.
I just learned of this American painter, on Antiques Roadshow. I have never heard of her before, but I LOVE her artwork. It is impressionistic, yet primitive, soft yet bold, homey and avant garde at the same time, especially in her day for the paintwork itself but also because the painter was a woman.
Here are some examples.
The Delaware Valley
Hillside Village
New Hope
Mountain CreekUnlike most of her artist friends, she was a "plein air" artist - painting on location, year around. It has been said that she could be found painting from the back of her car until her fingers were stiff, in the winter. She was part of a group of women painters called the "Pennsylvania Ten" who lived in New Hope, Pa. I hope you enjoy these. If you want to see more, just type in her name in Google or other search engine. I think I found about 80 distinct pictures on line.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Reader's request
I received a request from someone I don't know who read my poem, "My Favorite Season" that I posted in November. She wants to use it in a (church) service. Surprising, but pleased it is being a blessing to others beyond my 'world.' This shows what an impact the Internet has on the world. When you put something "outthere" - you never know who's going to read it. "Oh, be careful little fingers what you type" - to paraphrase a children's SS song.
Friday, June 4, 2010
Another song to memorialize our soldiers
Brothers in Arms
Sung by Celtic Thunder
written by Mark Knopfler
These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day you'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn
To be brothers in arm
Through these fields of destruction
Baptism of fire
I've watched all your suffering
As the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms
There's so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones
Now the sun's gone to hell
And the moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms
Sung by Celtic Thunder
written by Mark Knopfler
These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day you'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn
To be brothers in arm
Through these fields of destruction
Baptism of fire
I've watched all your suffering
As the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms
There's so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones
Now the sun's gone to hell
And the moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms
Monday, May 31, 2010
Memorial Day remembrances - The Green Fields of France
One of my new favorite music groups is Celtic Thunder. One of the songs they record is "The Green Fields of France." It is perfect for remembering all those who have died for their country and for others. Below is lyrics of their version of the song.
In researching the lyrics to make sure the words below were correct, I found a website, posted at the end, that tells about the man who wrote the song. In looking at the website, I discovered that there is another verse to the song that CT does not sing, as well as some adjustment to the words. I hope you enjoy this ballad, and take the time to visit the website that tells of the writer and the song. (Link at the end of this post.)
This Memorial Day, take time to remember those who have died on your behalf: Those who died for your freedom and The One who died for your soul.
The Green Fields of France
1. Well how do you do, young Willie McBride?
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside?
And rest for awhile `neath the warm, summer sun.
I’ve been walking all day and I’m nearly done.
I see by your gravestone you were only 19,
When you joined the great fallen in 1916.
Well I hope that you died quick and I hope you died clean.
Oh Willie McBride was it slow and obscene?
Chorus--
Did they beat the drums slowly?
Did the play the fife lowly?
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play the Last Post and chorus”?
Did the pipes play the “Flowers of the Forest”?
2. Did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind?
In some faithful part, is your memory in shrine?
And though you died back in 1916,
In that faithful heart, you’re forever 19.
Or, Are you a stranger without even a name,
Enclosed forever behind a glass pane?
In an old photograph torn, and battered and stained,
Faded to yellow in a brown leather frame?
3. Now Willie McBride, I can’t help wondering why,
Do those who lie here know why they died?
Did they really believe when they answered the cause?
Did they really believe that this war would end wars?
But the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain,
The killing and dying, where all done in vain.
But to Willie McBride it all happened again
And again and again and again and again.
Check out this website regarding the song and who wrote it: Aftermath.
Happy Memorial Day.
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In researching the lyrics to make sure the words below were correct, I found a website, posted at the end, that tells about the man who wrote the song. In looking at the website, I discovered that there is another verse to the song that CT does not sing, as well as some adjustment to the words. I hope you enjoy this ballad, and take the time to visit the website that tells of the writer and the song. (Link at the end of this post.)
This Memorial Day, take time to remember those who have died on your behalf: Those who died for your freedom and The One who died for your soul.
The Green Fields of France
1. Well how do you do, young Willie McBride?
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside?
And rest for awhile `neath the warm, summer sun.
I’ve been walking all day and I’m nearly done.
I see by your gravestone you were only 19,
When you joined the great fallen in 1916.
Well I hope that you died quick and I hope you died clean.
Oh Willie McBride was it slow and obscene?
Chorus--
Did they beat the drums slowly?
Did the play the fife lowly?
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play the Last Post and chorus”?
Did the pipes play the “Flowers of the Forest”?
2. Did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind?
In some faithful part, is your memory in shrine?
And though you died back in 1916,
In that faithful heart, you’re forever 19.
Or, Are you a stranger without even a name,
Enclosed forever behind a glass pane?
In an old photograph torn, and battered and stained,
Faded to yellow in a brown leather frame?
3. Now Willie McBride, I can’t help wondering why,
Do those who lie here know why they died?
Did they really believe when they answered the cause?
Did they really believe that this war would end wars?
But the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain,
The killing and dying, where all done in vain.
But to Willie McBride it all happened again
And again and again and again and again.
Check out this website regarding the song and who wrote it: Aftermath.
Happy Memorial Day.
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Sunday, May 23, 2010
Bloggers' Delimma
What does a blogger blog about if there isn't a specific theme, like their profession, or dedicated topic (faith, politics...), or other specialized blog? If it's just a general type blog what do you blog about?
I saw a report of someone bemoaning bloggers and people on social networking site who talk about going shopping, or going to work/coming home or other mundane activities of life. 'Who cares if you just got up or heading to bed?' was the complaint. Why would you want to announce to the world the minutia of life? Remember that anybody can read your blog. (Well some are subscribers only, but not all.) Do you really want the whole world to know you just got up???
So, do you use it as a soapbox to let off steam? Or do you use it as a creative writing outlet, like your latest poem (guilty!) Or should a personal blog be used to vent about what is going on in politics, entertainment or the front page, complain about ______________? You fill in the blank. Or is it your e-diary?
I don't blog (obviously) very frequently on this blog because of some of the reasons given above. Many thoughts and ideas go through my mind - especially when I'm not sitting at the computer, - of things that might be good to post. But life gets busy and time goes by without getting them posted. I don't even always have time to read all my email - partly because I get so many forwards, or email from places of business that now have my email address. I probably delete more than I read. By the time I check my email, the news and FB, I don't have the time to think about what to blog.
Well today, I do have something I want to post. And believe it or not, it came from an email forward. But I thought I would put it here and not take the time to forward it on to others. If you read this and want to look into it, you may. If you don't want to, that's fine. And you will not have to worry about forwarding it on to someone else.
This is thinking outside the box! Whoever is the marketer for this Dutch business has a good imagination. Here it is. Enjoy.
Now, here's my poem 'for the day.' Actually the pastor mentioned the first three lines in his sermon today. I just added the 4th, as this is what I could 'hear' in my head as he was speaking - as if it was going to be the next thing he said. It wasn't:
When life is overwhelming,
When life seems to be unfair,
When life has taken your joy and peace,
Remember that God is there.
"by Ron Fields/Suzanne Guinn"
Well, good night folks. I'm going to bed. (well, soon anyway.)
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I saw a report of someone bemoaning bloggers and people on social networking site who talk about going shopping, or going to work/coming home or other mundane activities of life. 'Who cares if you just got up or heading to bed?' was the complaint. Why would you want to announce to the world the minutia of life? Remember that anybody can read your blog. (Well some are subscribers only, but not all.) Do you really want the whole world to know you just got up???
So, do you use it as a soapbox to let off steam? Or do you use it as a creative writing outlet, like your latest poem (guilty!) Or should a personal blog be used to vent about what is going on in politics, entertainment or the front page, complain about ______________? You fill in the blank. Or is it your e-diary?
I don't blog (obviously) very frequently on this blog because of some of the reasons given above. Many thoughts and ideas go through my mind - especially when I'm not sitting at the computer, - of things that might be good to post. But life gets busy and time goes by without getting them posted. I don't even always have time to read all my email - partly because I get so many forwards, or email from places of business that now have my email address. I probably delete more than I read. By the time I check my email, the news and FB, I don't have the time to think about what to blog.
Well today, I do have something I want to post. And believe it or not, it came from an email forward. But I thought I would put it here and not take the time to forward it on to others. If you read this and want to look into it, you may. If you don't want to, that's fine. And you will not have to worry about forwarding it on to someone else.
This is thinking outside the box! Whoever is the marketer for this Dutch business has a good imagination. Here it is. Enjoy.
Now, here's my poem 'for the day.' Actually the pastor mentioned the first three lines in his sermon today. I just added the 4th, as this is what I could 'hear' in my head as he was speaking - as if it was going to be the next thing he said. It wasn't:
When life is overwhelming,
When life seems to be unfair,
When life has taken your joy and peace,
Remember that God is there.
"by Ron Fields/Suzanne Guinn"
Well, good night folks. I'm going to bed. (well, soon anyway.)
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Monday, May 3, 2010
Rogers Art Guild update
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I know, you want to know how the judging turned out. So, no, I didn't win anything. But I really didn't think I would. The judge is an art teacher from MO. She was very helpful and gives suggestions how to make your picture even better. :-) She gave me some very good suggestions for mine.
The Best in Show was also my favorite of all the paintings. It was of an Amish girl and her dog - a very good display of atmosphere, feeling as well as compositon, values etc. She was standing in the shade of a tree, facing her dog and he to her. You could almost "hear" her talking to him.
The judge discussed several of the paintings to the members. It was very instructive to hear the comments she made. Congratulations to all the winners! Job well done.
Here's my favorite of my three. It is called The Potted Plant:
This next one is called The Grocery List. Have you ever just 'scribbled' all over the page, overlapping lines and circles, then colored in the spaces? This piece it taken after that idea.
This last one is a result of cataloging too many science fiction at the library. All three of these piece are outside of my usual style, but especially this one. It is a little on the weird side. Whoever saw green water with yellow foam, or red rain??? It is called What is Reality.
ENJOY!
I know, you want to know how the judging turned out. So, no, I didn't win anything. But I really didn't think I would. The judge is an art teacher from MO. She was very helpful and gives suggestions how to make your picture even better. :-) She gave me some very good suggestions for mine.
The Best in Show was also my favorite of all the paintings. It was of an Amish girl and her dog - a very good display of atmosphere, feeling as well as compositon, values etc. She was standing in the shade of a tree, facing her dog and he to her. You could almost "hear" her talking to him.
The judge discussed several of the paintings to the members. It was very instructive to hear the comments she made. Congratulations to all the winners! Job well done.
Here's my favorite of my three. It is called The Potted Plant:
This next one is called The Grocery List. Have you ever just 'scribbled' all over the page, overlapping lines and circles, then colored in the spaces? This piece it taken after that idea.
This last one is a result of cataloging too many science fiction at the library. All three of these piece are outside of my usual style, but especially this one. It is a little on the weird side. Whoever saw green water with yellow foam, or red rain??? It is called What is Reality.
ENJOY!
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Rogers Art Guild
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Last year I joined RAG, (Rogers Art Guild), partly because I need to get back into my art and this will be a way to motivate me. I really don't have a lot of time to devote to it, and I can't even attend most of the meetings. But with one Monday off a month, once in awhile it falls on the meeting day. So I have been able to attend 2 meetings now since last fall.
Their Annual Spring Show (which is juried) is in May. I had experimented with some abstract art and some "science fiction" type pictures - very uncharacteristic for me - this past year. So I framed three items and submitted them. We'll see what happens. I don't expect any awards, there are a lot of very good artists in the guild. Judging is May 3rd.
If I could figure out how to post pictures on the blog, I'd post pics here. I'll see what I can do.
Last year I joined RAG, (Rogers Art Guild), partly because I need to get back into my art and this will be a way to motivate me. I really don't have a lot of time to devote to it, and I can't even attend most of the meetings. But with one Monday off a month, once in awhile it falls on the meeting day. So I have been able to attend 2 meetings now since last fall.
Their Annual Spring Show (which is juried) is in May. I had experimented with some abstract art and some "science fiction" type pictures - very uncharacteristic for me - this past year. So I framed three items and submitted them. We'll see what happens. I don't expect any awards, there are a lot of very good artists in the guild. Judging is May 3rd.
If I could figure out how to post pictures on the blog, I'd post pics here. I'll see what I can do.
Earthquake in NW Arkansas
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A 2.5 earthquake occured in Centerton, AR a few days ago, on Thursday, (Apr 29th) I believe. The quake actually was several hundred miles below the surface. But there were reports around the area. One person heard a loud boom, someone else noticed the lights at work swinging and wondering why, others saw other things moving, too. But overall it was so minor that it wasn't noticed by most and no damage was reported.
Centerton is about 12 or so miles n.w. of Rogers where we live. And, no, I didn't know about it till it was reported.
A 2.5 earthquake occured in Centerton, AR a few days ago, on Thursday, (Apr 29th) I believe. The quake actually was several hundred miles below the surface. But there were reports around the area. One person heard a loud boom, someone else noticed the lights at work swinging and wondering why, others saw other things moving, too. But overall it was so minor that it wasn't noticed by most and no damage was reported.
Centerton is about 12 or so miles n.w. of Rogers where we live. And, no, I didn't know about it till it was reported.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Earth Day
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Celebrate Earth Day!
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Take a walk with your kids or grandkids; walk your dogs.
Plant flowers or a tree; clean out a flower bed.
Take tote bags when you go to the store to put your purchases in.
Go for a bike ride.
Start sorting your trash to collect recyclables.
Lower your furnace, or raise your A/C 2 degrees.
See if you can come up with other ideas.
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Recycling is becoming a popular thing with society. We as Christians sometimes resist being pushed in any direction by environmentalists, or our culture, but who better to take care of God's creation but His children. We should set the example of doing the best we can to take of the earth and our world around us.
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God's Secret Helpers
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My husband had Tuesday night off from work, so when he got up Tuesday afternoon he planned to mow the yard. When he stepped outside someone had just mowed it! I didn't go to work till after lunch, so someone had to have mowed it that afternoon while he was sleeping! We don't know who did it, but I wonder if it was my snow shoveler from February. (see Feb's post). Whoever it was, may God bless our 'Lawn Angel'!!
Celebrate Earth Day!
.
Take a walk with your kids or grandkids; walk your dogs.
Plant flowers or a tree; clean out a flower bed.
Take tote bags when you go to the store to put your purchases in.
Go for a bike ride.
Start sorting your trash to collect recyclables.
Lower your furnace, or raise your A/C 2 degrees.
See if you can come up with other ideas.
.
Recycling is becoming a popular thing with society. We as Christians sometimes resist being pushed in any direction by environmentalists, or our culture, but who better to take care of God's creation but His children. We should set the example of doing the best we can to take of the earth and our world around us.
********************************
God's Secret Helpers
.
My husband had Tuesday night off from work, so when he got up Tuesday afternoon he planned to mow the yard. When he stepped outside someone had just mowed it! I didn't go to work till after lunch, so someone had to have mowed it that afternoon while he was sleeping! We don't know who did it, but I wonder if it was my snow shoveler from February. (see Feb's post). Whoever it was, may God bless our 'Lawn Angel'!!
Friday, March 12, 2010
THIS DEAR OLD MAN
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His quiet smile and strong warm hands gave strength and peace to life’s demands.
His love for God and for His Word carved out his life and shaped his world.
Though loss was his from home to son he ne’er gave up. And everyone
That crossed his path knew it was true – he loved the Lord and family, too.
He fixed our dolls and painted bikes. When I was five he bought a kite,
Then hid it up above the door, till I spied it – now hid no more.
He worked all day till tasks were done then worked at home past set of sun.
He planted trees and tilled the ground; his balding head and hands were brown.
No matter what the work at hand from preaching Christ or clearing land
To fixing cars both old and new, he gave his all, ‘twas all he knew.
Though sweat was often on his brow his kerchief band helped out somehow.
Then later when his knees were pained, he never grumbled or complained.
His ethic of a working man was written in his calloused hands,
So scarred and worn from years of toil. Yet, ‘twas my heart that gave him soil,
For there he planted seeds of truth that he had taught me from my youth.
So then through life as he would stroll he left his prints upon my soul
Though born in means of low degree and knew how hard that life could be
He used the gifts that God had given, his heart and hands to help the livin’.
Now father’s gone but left behind: a heritage that now is mine.
I’ll always miss this dear old man. I’ll ne’er forget this godly man.
His quiet smile and strong warm hands gave strength and peace to life’s demands.
His love for God and for His Word carved out his life and shaped his world.
Though loss was his from home to son he ne’er gave up. And everyone
That crossed his path knew it was true – he loved the Lord and family, too.
He fixed our dolls and painted bikes. When I was five he bought a kite,
Then hid it up above the door, till I spied it – now hid no more.
He worked all day till tasks were done then worked at home past set of sun.
He planted trees and tilled the ground; his balding head and hands were brown.
No matter what the work at hand from preaching Christ or clearing land
To fixing cars both old and new, he gave his all, ‘twas all he knew.
Though sweat was often on his brow his kerchief band helped out somehow.
Then later when his knees were pained, he never grumbled or complained.
His ethic of a working man was written in his calloused hands,
So scarred and worn from years of toil. Yet, ‘twas my heart that gave him soil,
For there he planted seeds of truth that he had taught me from my youth.
So then through life as he would stroll he left his prints upon my soul
Though born in means of low degree and knew how hard that life could be
He used the gifts that God had given, his heart and hands to help the livin’.
Now father’s gone but left behind: a heritage that now is mine.
I’ll always miss this dear old man. I’ll ne’er forget this godly man.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
God answers the small prayers, too.
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January 29th was the 1-year anniversary of a horrible ice storm for northwest Arkansas. And what was the forecast for this day? Snow! Folks were leary that it would be a repeat of a year ago. But it wasn’t. There was no ice, but we had plenty of snow, 6-8-10 inches, depending where you were.
Friday and Saturday the library where I work was closed. It gave me an extra day for the weekend. Sat. Hubby, who works nights, got up in the afternoon. So he was willing to help me do some driveway shoveling. Being a heart patient, he could not last too very long. At that point we had over ½ the driveway done. I told him I would try to at least, get the rest of one side done, so we can get our truck in and out.
I was about 2/3’s done when I was getting exhausted as well. I’d pick up 2-3 shovels full, then stop and rest my head on the end of the long handle. Every time I stopped, panting and resting my head, I prayed, "Lord please send me some help". A car would go by. Then another. Most didn’t even look sideways, but were focused on what was ahead. But I kept it up. I’d shovel; I’d stop-rest-and-pray. I’d shovel; I’d stop-rest-and-pray. After a few cycles of this, I heard a noise across the street. A young teenager, with a shovel in his hand, hollered out. “Would you like some help?”
“Thank you, Lord!” immediately went through my mind. BUT, not wanting to sound to eager I said, “Well, uh, sure; it would sure be nice…” trying to stall a little bit (but not much!). By that time he was in the drive. He started shoveling. I felt a little guilty letting him do all the shoveling, but he told me I didn’t need to shovel any more, he’d do all the rest. He was willing to shovel all of the snow on the driveway, but I told him to shovel what we started out to do. He finished it in no time!! I gave him a small gift of remuneration with a promise of chocolate chip cookies he said were his favorite.
A few days later, I fulfilled my promise with cookies, and met his parents – our neighbors - in the process. Maybe this will be a bridge to evangelism later. I thanked all of them again for his help.
Second answer: (this won’t be as long.)
President’s Day weekend I had the day off, so with my honey’s blessings I went to KC for the weekend to see my friends, my “lunch buddies,” from where I used to work, as well as other co-workers, even friends from a church that we attended at one time.
On my way home, I had a driver “tailing” me. So to encourage him/them to pass, I slowed down a little. They came up beside me and put a note in the passenger window: “Your plate blew off.” My plate??? I was trying to remember if I had set a paper plate on the top of the car when I got in, but a paper plate would have blown off a lot sooner. I didn’t have a paper plate in my hand, tho. Finally I mouthed to them “license plate?” After the second time of “saying” it – the lady in the passenger seat nodded her head yes.
I went to the next overpass and turned around and began the search. All the time, I prayed, Lord please direct my eyes right to the plate. I called 911. They were no help. :-( So I kept looking. I decided to go back to one more intersection, then I would quit and head home. Within about 2-3 tenths of a mile of the intersection, I saw a plate. I was driving back north at that point. The plate laid to the left of the southbound lanes. I didn’t know what our plate number was, but it was the right state and expired the right month. It didn’t look weather worn like it had laid out in the weather a long time, so I took it. (It turned out to be the right plate.) I turned around, headed back south, made a pit stop in the next town and put the plate in the window. THANK YOU, LORD! Another answered prayer – not to mention his protection while I looked – a prayer given before I had left home for KC, MO.
Life Lesson? God isn’t interested in just the Big Things in our life. He’s interested in the little, minor, minute(?) details as well. God is Awesome!!! He doesn't ALWAYS answer these kinds of prayes, especially so quickly. But He can and He does. And it's all to His glory!
January 29th was the 1-year anniversary of a horrible ice storm for northwest Arkansas. And what was the forecast for this day? Snow! Folks were leary that it would be a repeat of a year ago. But it wasn’t. There was no ice, but we had plenty of snow, 6-8-10 inches, depending where you were.
Friday and Saturday the library where I work was closed. It gave me an extra day for the weekend. Sat. Hubby, who works nights, got up in the afternoon. So he was willing to help me do some driveway shoveling. Being a heart patient, he could not last too very long. At that point we had over ½ the driveway done. I told him I would try to at least, get the rest of one side done, so we can get our truck in and out.
I was about 2/3’s done when I was getting exhausted as well. I’d pick up 2-3 shovels full, then stop and rest my head on the end of the long handle. Every time I stopped, panting and resting my head, I prayed, "Lord please send me some help". A car would go by. Then another. Most didn’t even look sideways, but were focused on what was ahead. But I kept it up. I’d shovel; I’d stop-rest-and-pray. I’d shovel; I’d stop-rest-and-pray. After a few cycles of this, I heard a noise across the street. A young teenager, with a shovel in his hand, hollered out. “Would you like some help?”
“Thank you, Lord!” immediately went through my mind. BUT, not wanting to sound to eager I said, “Well, uh, sure; it would sure be nice…” trying to stall a little bit (but not much!). By that time he was in the drive. He started shoveling. I felt a little guilty letting him do all the shoveling, but he told me I didn’t need to shovel any more, he’d do all the rest. He was willing to shovel all of the snow on the driveway, but I told him to shovel what we started out to do. He finished it in no time!! I gave him a small gift of remuneration with a promise of chocolate chip cookies he said were his favorite.
A few days later, I fulfilled my promise with cookies, and met his parents – our neighbors - in the process. Maybe this will be a bridge to evangelism later. I thanked all of them again for his help.
Second answer: (this won’t be as long.)
President’s Day weekend I had the day off, so with my honey’s blessings I went to KC for the weekend to see my friends, my “lunch buddies,” from where I used to work, as well as other co-workers, even friends from a church that we attended at one time.
On my way home, I had a driver “tailing” me. So to encourage him/them to pass, I slowed down a little. They came up beside me and put a note in the passenger window: “Your plate blew off.” My plate??? I was trying to remember if I had set a paper plate on the top of the car when I got in, but a paper plate would have blown off a lot sooner. I didn’t have a paper plate in my hand, tho. Finally I mouthed to them “license plate?” After the second time of “saying” it – the lady in the passenger seat nodded her head yes.
I went to the next overpass and turned around and began the search. All the time, I prayed, Lord please direct my eyes right to the plate. I called 911. They were no help. :-( So I kept looking. I decided to go back to one more intersection, then I would quit and head home. Within about 2-3 tenths of a mile of the intersection, I saw a plate. I was driving back north at that point. The plate laid to the left of the southbound lanes. I didn’t know what our plate number was, but it was the right state and expired the right month. It didn’t look weather worn like it had laid out in the weather a long time, so I took it. (It turned out to be the right plate.) I turned around, headed back south, made a pit stop in the next town and put the plate in the window. THANK YOU, LORD! Another answered prayer – not to mention his protection while I looked – a prayer given before I had left home for KC, MO.
Life Lesson? God isn’t interested in just the Big Things in our life. He’s interested in the little, minor, minute(?) details as well. God is Awesome!!! He doesn't ALWAYS answer these kinds of prayes, especially so quickly. But He can and He does. And it's all to His glory!
Friday, January 22, 2010
The Best Pork Chops I ever COOKED!!
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I have never been very good at cooking pork chops without them being dry, no matter how hard I try. So I decided to go on line and find a recipe.
Here's what I found:
saute chopped onions in butter till clear.
brown/sear chops on one side, turn over. (I piled the onions on top of the chops.)
cover with 1/2 can mushroom soup and 1/2 cup of sour cream.
Simmer 20 minutes.
I didn't have the sour cream so I put the whole can of soup on the meat.
It was absolutely WONDERFUL!!!
It called for one large onion, but I used only a 1/2 onion and it was still fine.
"Try it, You'll like it!" (yeah, I know - I'm telling my age with that line.)
I have never been very good at cooking pork chops without them being dry, no matter how hard I try. So I decided to go on line and find a recipe.
Here's what I found:
saute chopped onions in butter till clear.
brown/sear chops on one side, turn over. (I piled the onions on top of the chops.)
cover with 1/2 can mushroom soup and 1/2 cup of sour cream.
Simmer 20 minutes.
I didn't have the sour cream so I put the whole can of soup on the meat.
It was absolutely WONDERFUL!!!
It called for one large onion, but I used only a 1/2 onion and it was still fine.
"Try it, You'll like it!" (yeah, I know - I'm telling my age with that line.)
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Ted Kennedy's seat
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HALLELUJAH!!!! The republican, Scott Brown, won the election in Mass.!!!!
Watch out, Obama. You haven't pulled off your health care bomb yet.
HALLELUJAH!!!! The republican, Scott Brown, won the election in Mass.!!!!
Watch out, Obama. You haven't pulled off your health care bomb yet.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Putting into remembrance
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I have been intrigued for some time about the topic of "the development and history of knowledge". How, over time, even centuries, did this progress, starting first with early civilization, even before alphabets were created, (much less reading and writing)? These are "technologies" that have been part of the history of man. Adam, especially before the fall, was a very intelligent person. How could he not be? We know he had a language as he fellowshiped with God and he named the animals and woman. Language is a technology, putting thoughts and ideas into words. But the written language was still a long time to come. Adam gives evidence of using the first technology and development of knowledge: speech.
Oral traditions were held high and valuable by many cultures. What enabled these cultures to have oral traditions? The knowledge of these people had to be memorized by new generations in order for it to be preserved.
[As these technologies, (e.g. alphabets and languages), were developed, they were decried as detrimental by others. The more man depended on these technologies, the less the brain was used, so they claimed. This cry has been a re-ocurring theme for centuries. It was posited when the Gutenburg press was created. The concept has been revived again in the last decades as the technologies of the computer have 'exploded'. One recent article asked if the technologies of today made our students any smarter than before? The conclusion was no, it only enabled them to communicate faster than anyone before. The development and use of the brain is one road we could travel. The development of technology and its effects on the brain and on knowledge is another pursuit. The development and history of knowledge is another, seperate road, yet they all run parrallel through out man's history. They go hand in hand, but it is this latter topic my mind dwells on.]
Keeping track and documenting the various tidbits that I come across on this subject have been difficult, at best, with no single means of gathering all these in one place. However, just today in church I was intrigued by a verse in the bible I came across that plays into this thesis. So I made note of it.
Peter was writing to the church, "his children." Given that, we must realize that the NT was not complete at this point, as what he was writing later became part of that holy collection. This is one of the reasons he even wrote them. They needed to be reminded of the the things they had been taught. II Peter 1:12-15 discusses the concept that in their day and culture, they had to "keep in remembrance," i.e. memorize, what they were taught in order to keep track of it, make it a part of their lives, and pass it on to the next generation. Yes, they were holding in their hand something he had committed to writing. But having something in writing was still not yet a common occurance.
So here, even in scripture, we have evidence that knowledge - even as late as the early A.D. centuries the written word was rare and held only by presumably the privledged and the rich. Everyone else even yet, still had to commit to memory whatever they would need to learn. They still actively used and depended upon what they memorized. They didn't 'need' to put into writing what they needed to know because memorizing was such a part of their way of life. It wasn't part of their mindset at this point. It hadn't become a need, yet. On the other hand, the where-with-all to put knowledge into writing is still a long way off, in being part of every man's daily life, and common at the grassroots level of everyday life.
What difference does this make to you??? Maybe nothing. But in this world of secularism, and disciplines taught from a humanistic and secular world view, it is important the Christians maintain a biblical worldview, even in, or especially in, their professions.
Timelines from these opposing "camps" are probably the biggest and most obvious difference, as 'everything' else hangs on when they happened. Consequently along this line, I have been interested in collecting, collating, sifting, composing and in general, mulling over the development and history of knowledge from a biblical worldview and perspective. My profession, being librarianship, deals with records of knowledge and is what librarianship is all about.
Here, in this passage in II Peter, we see evidence in scripture, in New Testament times, how knowledge and learning was recorded, so to speak, by committing it to memory. Yes, language was already reduced to alphabets, and there are records of history that were put in writing. But yet at this point, memory was still the more common way of learning the knowledge of the day and passing it on to the next generation. Here in the days of the Romans, memory still played a vital role in the history of knowledge and how it was developed over the centuries. Here we have, in our bibles, a time and place of how knowledge was handled. Here we can peek into a portion of world history and see a portion of the history of knowledge itself, recorded in our very own bible - the "history of knowledge" not only presented from a biblical worldview, but recorded in the bible, itself. This realization was an "Ah-ha" moment for yours truely.
Hopefully as I continue to study and read I will find even more instances that can be culled from the scriptures. I would most gladly be interested in your input and discussion. You may email me directly at swguinn at gmail dot com if you wish to share your thoughts and comments.
I have been intrigued for some time about the topic of "the development and history of knowledge". How, over time, even centuries, did this progress, starting first with early civilization, even before alphabets were created, (much less reading and writing)? These are "technologies" that have been part of the history of man. Adam, especially before the fall, was a very intelligent person. How could he not be? We know he had a language as he fellowshiped with God and he named the animals and woman. Language is a technology, putting thoughts and ideas into words. But the written language was still a long time to come. Adam gives evidence of using the first technology and development of knowledge: speech.
Oral traditions were held high and valuable by many cultures. What enabled these cultures to have oral traditions? The knowledge of these people had to be memorized by new generations in order for it to be preserved.
[As these technologies, (e.g. alphabets and languages), were developed, they were decried as detrimental by others. The more man depended on these technologies, the less the brain was used, so they claimed. This cry has been a re-ocurring theme for centuries. It was posited when the Gutenburg press was created. The concept has been revived again in the last decades as the technologies of the computer have 'exploded'. One recent article asked if the technologies of today made our students any smarter than before? The conclusion was no, it only enabled them to communicate faster than anyone before. The development and use of the brain is one road we could travel. The development of technology and its effects on the brain and on knowledge is another pursuit. The development and history of knowledge is another, seperate road, yet they all run parrallel through out man's history. They go hand in hand, but it is this latter topic my mind dwells on.]
Keeping track and documenting the various tidbits that I come across on this subject have been difficult, at best, with no single means of gathering all these in one place. However, just today in church I was intrigued by a verse in the bible I came across that plays into this thesis. So I made note of it.
Peter was writing to the church, "his children." Given that, we must realize that the NT was not complete at this point, as what he was writing later became part of that holy collection. This is one of the reasons he even wrote them. They needed to be reminded of the the things they had been taught. II Peter 1:12-15 discusses the concept that in their day and culture, they had to "keep in remembrance," i.e. memorize, what they were taught in order to keep track of it, make it a part of their lives, and pass it on to the next generation. Yes, they were holding in their hand something he had committed to writing. But having something in writing was still not yet a common occurance.
So here, even in scripture, we have evidence that knowledge - even as late as the early A.D. centuries the written word was rare and held only by presumably the privledged and the rich. Everyone else even yet, still had to commit to memory whatever they would need to learn. They still actively used and depended upon what they memorized. They didn't 'need' to put into writing what they needed to know because memorizing was such a part of their way of life. It wasn't part of their mindset at this point. It hadn't become a need, yet. On the other hand, the where-with-all to put knowledge into writing is still a long way off, in being part of every man's daily life, and common at the grassroots level of everyday life.
What difference does this make to you??? Maybe nothing. But in this world of secularism, and disciplines taught from a humanistic and secular world view, it is important the Christians maintain a biblical worldview, even in, or especially in, their professions.
Timelines from these opposing "camps" are probably the biggest and most obvious difference, as 'everything' else hangs on when they happened. Consequently along this line, I have been interested in collecting, collating, sifting, composing and in general, mulling over the development and history of knowledge from a biblical worldview and perspective. My profession, being librarianship, deals with records of knowledge and is what librarianship is all about.
Here, in this passage in II Peter, we see evidence in scripture, in New Testament times, how knowledge and learning was recorded, so to speak, by committing it to memory. Yes, language was already reduced to alphabets, and there are records of history that were put in writing. But yet at this point, memory was still the more common way of learning the knowledge of the day and passing it on to the next generation. Here in the days of the Romans, memory still played a vital role in the history of knowledge and how it was developed over the centuries. Here we have, in our bibles, a time and place of how knowledge was handled. Here we can peek into a portion of world history and see a portion of the history of knowledge itself, recorded in our very own bible - the "history of knowledge" not only presented from a biblical worldview, but recorded in the bible, itself. This realization was an "Ah-ha" moment for yours truely.
Hopefully as I continue to study and read I will find even more instances that can be culled from the scriptures. I would most gladly be interested in your input and discussion. You may email me directly at swguinn at gmail dot com if you wish to share your thoughts and comments.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Where's the line to see Jesus?
This is an awesome (!!!) song that a man wrote after his grandson asked the question. This man and his daughter then recorded the song. It is beautiful. I "wish" I had written it and I LOVE the music. Go here to see it: "http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pPViKJRHyZo"
Sunday, January 3, 2010
My Master
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When sin is my master, the world’s what I love.
When Christ is my master I’ve life from above.
For life as a sinner comes to a dead end.
No peace in my heart and no vict’ry within.
.....My old ways were filled with sin’s hatred and strife
.....Its wages are final and take away life.
.....When sin had dominion then death reigned in me.
.....But God is my master, yet I’m also free.
His spirit now fills me with his love and peace.
And life with the Savior - it never will cease,
For God’s Holy Spirit is living in me.
I’ll soon live with Jesus for eternity.
.....When led by the spirit, though unworthy of,
.....He fills me with goodness, longsuffering and love.
.....The spirit of God when he’s living in you
.....Will lead you from sin and enable you, too.
When Christ's second coming has all come to past,
Our struggles and tests will be over at last.
Then Satan’s dominion will come to an end.
Our conflict with Satan he cannot defend.
.....This cursed mortal body will someday descend.
.....Yet God’s Holy Spirit will raise it again.
.....And creation’s groanings will no longer be
.....When Jesus returns with complete victory.
Now your mortal body will someday fail you,
And your destination will be final too.
Oh life with the Savior’s, forever my friend
For once he redeems you His life never ends.
.....So who is your master? You must now decide,
.....For Jesus is waiting with arms open wide.
.....Receive his forgiveness he’s offering you.
.....Accept his salvation; his message is true.
-Suzanne Guinn
December, 2009
These thoughts come from Romans 6-8
When sin is my master, the world’s what I love.
When Christ is my master I’ve life from above.
For life as a sinner comes to a dead end.
No peace in my heart and no vict’ry within.
.....My old ways were filled with sin’s hatred and strife
.....Its wages are final and take away life.
.....When sin had dominion then death reigned in me.
.....But God is my master, yet I’m also free.
His spirit now fills me with his love and peace.
And life with the Savior - it never will cease,
For God’s Holy Spirit is living in me.
I’ll soon live with Jesus for eternity.
.....When led by the spirit, though unworthy of,
.....He fills me with goodness, longsuffering and love.
.....The spirit of God when he’s living in you
.....Will lead you from sin and enable you, too.
When Christ's second coming has all come to past,
Our struggles and tests will be over at last.
Then Satan’s dominion will come to an end.
Our conflict with Satan he cannot defend.
.....This cursed mortal body will someday descend.
.....Yet God’s Holy Spirit will raise it again.
.....And creation’s groanings will no longer be
.....When Jesus returns with complete victory.
Now your mortal body will someday fail you,
And your destination will be final too.
Oh life with the Savior’s, forever my friend
For once he redeems you His life never ends.
.....So who is your master? You must now decide,
.....For Jesus is waiting with arms open wide.
.....Receive his forgiveness he’s offering you.
.....Accept his salvation; his message is true.
-Suzanne Guinn
December, 2009
These thoughts come from Romans 6-8
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