Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
". . . I am He who comforts you; Who are you that you are afraid of man . . . who have said to you,
'Bow Down?' "
". . . Put on your strength, shake yourself from the dust and arise; Loose the bonds from your neck . . ."
". . . You shall be redeemed . . ."
". . . Take heed, and be quiet; fear not, neither be fainthearted . . ."
"The LORD will go before you, the God of Isreal will be your rear guard."
". . . The Law will go out from Me; My Justice wil become a light to the nations. My Righteousness draws near speedily, My Salvation is on the way, and My arm will bring justice to the nations."
"Hear me, you who know what is right, you people who have My Law in your hearts: Do not fear the reproach of men or be terrified by their insults."
". . . I, even I, am He who comforts you . . . "
~Isaiah 7:4, 51-52~
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Grandpa told me when he was a freshman in high school, he was friends with another freshman named Ivan Sidwell. Ivan was a big guy, bigger then Grandpa and very athletic. He had light gray eyes that looked like you could see straight through them.
During lunch hour on a certain day at the high school, Grandpa and another freshman were sitting in the bleachers. Ivan was sitting a little apart from them. As a couple of seniors were coming in the door to the auditorium, somebody from the top of the bleachers launched an apple core toward the trash, but instead the apple core sailed over the railing and hit one of the seniors on his temple.
Now this particular senior had an attitude problem. He was a bully and always ready to jump on somebody. He whipped around and headed toward Grandpa and his friend (while the culprit disappeared through a back door).
Ivan seeing what was about to happen, jumped up bounded down the steps in two leaps, placed a hand on the railing, jumped over it, and landed face to face with the oncoming senior. He said to the senior, "Now, what were you intending to do to those kids?" The senior quietly turned around and walked away. Ivan then placed his hand back on the railing which was level with his head and swung himself back over and sat down.
Grandpa said he and his friend were eternally grateful to Ivan for saving them from an unjust thrashing.
Grandpa said the coaches were always trying to get Ivan into sports. Ivan would tell Grandpa privately that he would never do anything like that . . . All those guys beating each other up on the field . . . If they want a workout they can come with me and haul manure and do some real work.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
and the fowls of the air, and they shall tell thee:
Or speak to the earth, and it shall teach thee:
and the fishes of the sea shall declare unto thee."
"The Law of the Jungle, which never orders anything without a reason . . .
"The others they hate thee because their eyes cannot meet thine; because thou art wise; because thou hast pulled out thorns from their feet--because thou art a man."
~Rudyard Kipling, The Jungle Book, Mowgli's Brothers~
"None of the Jungle People like being disturbed."
~Rudyard Kipling, The Jungle Book, Kaa's Hunting~
"In the jungle, life and food depend on keeping your temper."
~Rudyard Kipling, The Jungle Book, Tiger! Tiger!~
"His spots are the joy of the Leopard: his horns are the Buffalo's pride-
Be clean, for the strength of the hunter is known by the gloss of his hide."
"'There is none like to me!"' says the Cub in the pride of his earliest kill;
But the Jungle is large and the Cub he is small. Let him think and be still."
~Rudyard Kipling, The Jungle Book, Maxims of Baloo~
Mother of Cities to me,
For I was born in her gate,
Between the palms and the sea,
Where the world-end steamers wait.
"A little maple began it, flaming blood-red of a sudden
where he stood against the dark green of a pine-belt.
Next morning there was an answering signal
from the swamp where the sumacs grow.
Three days later, the hill-sides as fast
as the eye could range were afire,
and the roads paved, with crimson and gold.
Then a wet wind blew,
and ruined all the uniforms of that gorgeous army;
and the oaks, who had held themselves in reserve,
buckled on their dull and bronzed cuirasses
and stood it out stiffly to the last blown leaf,
till nothing remained but pencil-shadings of bare boughs,
and one could see into the most private heart of the woods."