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Red sky at morning

by chuckofish

The sunrise yesterday was amazing! There is still a lot of snow on the ground from our big storm two weeks ago, but it is warming up and that’s a good thing.

I am heading up to Mahomet tomorrow to spend a few days with the prairie girls.

Hopefully I will get a chance to hold the baby.

Have a good weekend. Pray for travel mercies for me!

Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go. (Joshua 1:9)

And, hey, you go, Tim Allen!

Thought for the day

by chuckofish

I found this clipping in a box of my parent’s things. It seems like something my Boston grandmother would have cut out and shared with ANC III.

There is, of course, no Choister Cathedral in England. It must be a typo–Chester Cathedral? When you google ‘choister’ it defaults to Chorister. According to the Urban Dictionary choisters are “Asian women who follow the popular influencer, Michelle Choi. Most commonly, they follow her fashion style, habits, and dogs.” Well, who knew?

The world is more than we know.

And this was the moon on Sunday night…

P.S. Punxsutawney Phil predicted six more weeks of winter after seeing his shadow on Groundhog Day 2026. Oh goodie.

At a humble window see

by chuckofish

Yesterday was a beautiful day–cold, but beautiful. Blue sky, untouched white snow reflecting the sunlight. Very nice. I sat in my office and watched a huge red-tailed hawk cruise around.

Here’s a poem, “Shovelling Snow” by Harry Edward Mills, written around 1901:

And Don shared this lovely Dan Fogelberg piece with me:

More cold weather coming up, so I’ll be sitting by my window for the foreseeable future.

“Every bit we eat, and every drop we drink is mercy; every step we take, and every breath we draw, mercy. [These are] what we have reason to acknowledge with thankfulness to God’s praise.” (Matthew Henry, 1662-1713)

Once upon a storm

by chuckofish

Well, I got a few things done on Friday before the storm hit–like everyone else who was out and about buying bread and milk and salt/ice melt. I went to Trader Joe’s early and bought flowers and then went to church where I arranged them for Sunday, which I knew might be cancelled, but what the heck, I did my duty.

I will note that as I drove around and made my various stops, people were very nice and polite, even cheerful. Part of this is because I have gray hair and look like an old lady, so people are usually quick to assist me when they think I need help. I am always a little taken aback by this because I feel like a completely capable woman, but again, what the heck–if someone wants to take my grocery cart back to the cart corral for me in the single digit weather, have at it.

The boy came over in the afternoon to pick up some stuff and to have wine time with me since daughter #1 had many errands to run after work. Everyone was in a tizzy about whether various events would be cancelled. Well, I had no plans to worry about so I just concentrated on hunkering down…

Church was cancelled after all–I certainly couldn’t get out of my driveway. And this was the scene in Wildwood…

While admittedly there is no substitute for worshiping together in person, we were encouraged to watch a previously recorded service on our YouTube channel or watch the recorded adult ed classes.

Daughter #1’s church was also closed as was daughter #2’s. Central had already recorded their sermon to be viewed…

So Mr. Smith heard the word of God on Sunday morning.

All Souls suggested reading a book of the Bible and praying or watching a previous sermon. So many options. I listened to an old sermon given at Central by Dr. Dan Doriani last October on James 3:1-12, which I thoroughly enjoyed.

In the afternoon the twins had fun frolicking in the snow…

And so did the prairie girls…

Now it is Monday and I am waiting for the yard guys to come plow my driveway.

All shall be well and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well…

This and that

by chuckofish

We have been experiencing mild temps here–63 degrees yesterday–but we are told to expect them to “crash” today. Zut alors, I don’t like to hear that. But it is January so I guess we shouldn’t. be surprised.

I had lunch yesterday with the boy at another of our favorite diners, Uncle Bill’s, which is out near his store. I sure am grateful to be able to spend time with my adult children, because they are, after all, my favorite people.

If I were younger, I might try this!

This is an amazing video from the John 10:10 Project:

Praise the Lord!

And RIP Scott Adams…

Avoiding the myth

by chuckofish

Today we toast the great American writer A.B. Guthrie, Jr. on his birthday (1901-1991). He wrote the western series featuring Dick Summers, who I maintain is one of the great characters of fiction, winning the Pulitzer Prize for The Way West in 1950. ”I don’t write ‘gun-and-gallop’ jobs that promote the myth of the West,” Mr. Guthrie said in an interview. ”I avoid the myth. I have a sense of morality about it–I want to talk about real people in real times. For every Wyatt Earp or Billy the Kid, you see, there were thousands of people trying to get along–not ready with a gun or ready to spill blood. And that story has been obscured.” His books are well worth reading.

Last week John Piper celebrated his 80th birthday. As you know, he is considered quite the guy in reformed circles. He has been a wonderful help to me on my spiritual journey. He has taught me a lot. “In his second year as a pastor, Piper noted that the mercy of God and the sovereignty of God were the twin pillars of his life: ‘They are the hope of my future, the energy of my service, the center of my theology, the bond of my marriage, the best medicine in all my sickness, the remedy of all my discouragements. And when I come to die (whether soon or late) these two truths will stand by my bed and with infinitely strong and infinitely tender hands lift me up to God.’”

Here’s the audio transcript of his latest Ask Pastor John podcast. “[Public] faithfulness becomes public performance when we fail to hope that God will be glorified more than we will be glorified. We just fail to want that; we don’t want it. That’s a failure. Which brings us back to where we started: Is God real for us? Is he a precious Father to us? Is the promise of his reward far more desirable to us than the rewards of human admiration?”

Have a good Tuesday!

And remember: “If you do not worship God seven days a week, you do not worship Him on one day a week. There is no such thing known in heaven as Sunday worship unless it is accompanied by Monday worship and Tuesday worship and so on.” (A.W. Tozer)

Go tell it

by chuckofish

Here we are on Christmas Eve–my plans are all kerpluey. I can’t go to church–one of my favorite services of the year. I do love a packed church with everyone dressed up and singing, the college kids home. And the boy is a lector! But I’m a big girl. My whole month has been off-track. And let’s admit, it hasn’t been a great year. Although we have been greatly blessed as well.

Daughter #1, Mr. Smith and I had planned to drive up to the prairie on Christmas afternoon, but we will delay that so as not to spread germs etc. C’est la vie.

So let us not forget that the Lord came—himself—to save you from your sins. As Ann says, what a reason to celebrate! What a glorious excuse to have a feast, to break out the champagne, the cheese, the cake, the party games and garlands.

Yes, indeed!

(And also this:)

Merry Christmas to my loyal readers!

Taste and see that the Lord is good

by chuckofish

Since I did not need to go to the County Courthouse for another day of Jury Duty yesterday, it felt like a free day. Wonderful. I mailed a couple of packages. I went to the grocery store. I organized all my Christmas presents and wrapped many of them. I was cookin’ with gas. I didn’t finish, but I made a good dent.

I had a second cup of coffee and caught up on my reading.

This is good advice for anyone going through something hard. “Do the next thing.”

Well, whoduh thunk? “I took our six kids overseas — and saw a ‘family-friendly’ nation in joyous action”. Indeed, children are not carbon-emitting inconveniences, but the clearest sign that a society believes in its future. (I will say that there are great swaths of our country that are still family-friendly, including the great Midwest.)

And this is great–watch this two and a half minute clip of John Piper Asking ChatGPT to Write a Prayer:

Brilliant. What are you feeling this Christmas season? The universe is created for people made in the image of God who feel the worth of Grace…I hope you are feeling what Scrooge feels at the end of A Christmas Carol. This is why the 1951 version with Alistair Sim is the best version–because the actor gets it. He feels the joy in his heart and he is giddy with happiness. There are many other versions featuring great actors, but nobody gets it like Alistair Sim.

Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good!
    Blessed is the man who takes refuge in him!

–Psalm 34:8

The people who walked in darkness

by chuckofish

As you know I was called for Jury Duty yesterday and, of course, was unduly angst-filled about the whole thing. Well, after pouring over the instructions and figuring out exactly where I needed to go to park etc, I made it down to the designated garage, parked, immediately met another juror and walked up to the county court house with her, made it through security, and found the juror room.

Of course, I was early, and over the next hour, about 140 people trickled in. I felt a little like Neal Page, willing people not to interact with me and I was mostly successful. People can be very triggering with their noisy chip bags but, I have to say, they are mostly civilized, well-meaning and well-behaved. Two groups were called–and it felt like that scene in A Tale of Two Cities where the aristocrats in the dungeon are waiting for their names to be called out–but after about 2 1/2 hours, the rest of us were sent home. Praise the Lord.

I admit, I prayed about this and had concluded that I would try and be positive about the whole thing and look on it as doing my civic duty. This is where God had put me. I would try not to worry about it, and, see, it worked out. Let this be a lesson.

I also wanted to mention that I went to the Lessons & Carols service at my church on Sunday night by myself. The church was packed. I sat between two elders who are new friends of mine. We raised the roof with our singing! I have always loved this old Anglican service, having gone to a school where such a service was the culmination of the fall semester and the opening to Christmas break. All the scripture, all the singing by the choir, the congregation and by smaller ensembles just combine to make a wonderful evening of praise and worship!

Even so, terrible things are happening in the world. This is a good post from an Australian pastor who happened to be in Jerusalem at Christ Church (which I visited in 2018) at the time of the Bondi Hanukkah slaughter. Read the whole thing.

My little problems are little indeed. All we can do is pray.

The people who walked in darkness
    have seen a great light;
those who dwelt in a land of deep darkness,
    on them has light shone.
3 You have multiplied the nation;
    you have increased its joy;
they rejoice before you
    as with joy at the harvest,
    as they are glad when they divide the spoil.
4 For the yoke of his burden,
    and the staff for his shoulder,
    the rod of his oppressor,
    you have broken as on the day of Midian.
5 For every boot of the tramping warrior in battle tumult
    and every garment rolled in blood
    will be burned as fuel for the fire.
6 For to us a child is born,
    to us a son is given;
and the government shall be upon[b] his shoulder,
    and his name shall be called[c]
Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,
    Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
7 Of the increase of his government and of peace
    there will be no end,
on the throne of David and over his kingdom,
    to establish it and to uphold it
with justice and with righteousness
    from this time forth and forevermore.
The zeal of the Lord of hosts will do this.

(Isaiah 9:2-7)

The unimaginable voice/Which one day will judge us all

by chuckofish

Well, we got more snow–how about that? Luckily I had gone out early in the morning to run errands, so I could just stay home and watch the snow fall. Thankfully, daughter #1 had cancelled her drive to Indiana for work, but she still had to drive home from downtown and that was moderately traumatizing.

The snow was really coming down when I took this picture, but the iPhone does not capture that adequately at all!

So I read poetry in the afternoon…

Oh, I do love Jorge Luis Borges!

Oh friends, never forget this:

And I thought this was funny:

So read some poetry, and just chill for awhile.