The little hills rejoice*

by chuckofish

Quelle stormy Monday! Always a good time to clean the house and catch up on chores and desk work.

I forgot to mention that Sunday marked the 250th anniversary of the Continental Congress’s 1776 “day of Humiliation, Fasting and Prayer.” William Livingston submitted the resolution calling for a national day of prayer, and wrote, “it becomes the indispensable duty of these hitherto free and happy colonies, with true penitence of heart, and the most reverent devotion, publickly to acknowledge the over ruling providence of God.” This was celebrated on the National Mall by tens of thousands of Americans gathering, lifting their voices, and re-dedicating this nation to God, under sunny skies with worship music, praise, prayer, and Bible readings. Of course, this made a lot of people crazy, but who cares? As one wag commented, “By all accounts, it was a warm, family-friendly, faith-forward event, with no shootings, leatherwear parades, naked bicycle riders, or even a single fistfight breaking out at the food truck line. It must have been pure misery for corporate media reporters assigned to cover it.”

William Livingston, by the way, was a Presbyterian and the brother of Philip Livingston, one of 12 Presbyterian signers of the Declaration of Independence. This is an interesting article by Kevin DeYoung about those 12 signers.

And here’s a little Barney Fife pick-me-up for the start of the week:

(It’s a silly show, but I feel better knowing that J.D. Salinger was also a fan of The Andy Griffith Show and, in particular, Barney Fife.) We can’t always be reading the Psalms.

*Psalm 65:12