34 thoughts on “Our Daily Thread 4-14-17

  1. Good morning AJ et. al.
    Good evening Jjo.
    It’s Good Friday.
    Some people have today ofrf.
    I have never known Good Friday to be a holiday before.

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  2. Good morning, Chas and any other early risers. Good evening, Jo. I’m on my cell–so am anonymous–but it’s Ann.

    Scott has the day off–so he’s making a brisket on the smoker–absolutely the best brisket I’ve ever had !

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  3. Ann is having brisket for breakfast?
    Chas, you might expect that, being missionaries, we would have Good Friday off, but it is actually a PNG national holiday, along with Easter Monday.

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  4. Jo: The brisket takes approximately ten hours on the smoker….Scott just put it on the smoker…..Neighbor called already to make sure the smoke was on purpose and we weren’t having a fire….

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  5. We have it off. It is one of the holidays that all of our offices are closed.
    I have asked Mr. P if we can go to the beach today. It is the closest I can get to running away from home. I want to watch the waves come and go and pretend I haven’t a care in the world.

    The flowers are very pretty. I love Spring. Spring doesn’t love me—pollen and such cause me to sound like a 20 year smoker.

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  6. Get out your handkerchiefs if you need a cry. Skip otherwise, the story of a child blessing his mother with his faith as he dies.

    He was only four, had some awful cancer in his chest and the Mom had the following dialogue after being told the doctors couldn’t do anything more:

    After a while, I composed myself and went into Nolan’s room. He was sitting in “Mommy’s Red Chair” watching YouTube on his Tablet. I sat down with him and put my head up against his and had the following conversation:
    Me: Poot, it hurts to breathe doesn’t it?
    Nolan: Weeeelll…. yeah.
    Me: You’re in a lot of pain aren’t you baby?
    Nolan: (looking down) Yeah.
    Me: Poot, this Cancer stuff sucks. You don’t have to fight anymore.
    Nolan: (Pure Happiness) I DONT??!! But I will for you Mommy!!
    Me: No Poot!! Is that what you have been doing?? Fighting for Mommy??
    Nolan: Well DUH!!
    Me: Nolan Ray, what is Mommy’s job?
    Nolan: To keep me SAFE! (With a big grin)
    Me: Honey … I can’t do that anymore here. The only way I can keep you safe is in Heaven. (My heart shattering)
    Nolan: Sooooo I’ll just go to Heaven and play until you get there! You’ll come right?
    Me: Absolutely!! You can’t get rid of Mommy that easy!!
    Nolan: Thank you Mommy!!! I’ll go play with Hunter and Brylee and Henry!!

    On the last day, she had to take a shower in the bathroom in his hospital room. She was not gone more than 2-3 minutes, her brother sat with her son.

    “They said the moment the bathroom door clicked he shut his eyes and went into a deep sleep, beginning the end of life passing.
    When I opened the bathroom door, his Team was surrounding his bed and every head turned and looked at me with tears in their eyes. They said “Ruth, he’s in a deep sleep. He can’t feel anything”. His respirations were extremely labored, his right lung had collapsed and his oxygen dropped.
    I ran and jumped into bed with him and put my hand on the right side of his face. Then a miracle that I will never forget happened….
    My angel took a breath, opened his eyes, smiled at me and said “I Love You Mommy”, turned his head towards me and at 11:54 pm Sgt. Rollin Nolan Scully passed away as I was singing “You are My Sunshine” in his ear.
    He woke up out of a coma to say he loved me with a smile on his face! My son died a Hero. “

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  7. Spring has sprung, here I see. Fun to watch the changing seasons on the banner photos through the year. Except for my house repair pictures, which always look chaotically the same year-round. 🙂 I arrived home yesterday to find a huge pile of specially-delivered sand (hoping the cat didn’t get any wrong ideas about what that was for when she went out for her quick morning spin) and pavers EVERYWHERE, stacked and stacked and stacked all over the driveway.

    They’re a bit colorless looking to me, compared to the ones I picked out from their display wall. But maybe once they’re laid and set in they’ll look more like that. Or not. I don’t really care anymore, just looking forward to a driveway that isn’t cracked, buckling, or highlighted by an open, oozing sewer pipe.

    Kim’s idea of the beach sounds good to me, too. But I’ll be heading up to Hollywood to spend most of the day with Carol (I signed up to take today off as a vacation day). We’re going to try to find a Good Friday service, but most appear to be in the evening and I’m thinking I will want to be back home by then. We are going to The Grove to visit the Apple store for some technical help (I’m still having ID issues and someone gave Carol an old iPad that she needs help registering). She also wants to go to the Barnes & Noble there and we’ll probably have lunch at the center and then just drive around a while.

    I wound up writing 4 stories yesterday and came home really tired. Kind of wish I could just go back to bed, but the workers will be here shortly.

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  8. And she wants to go to the Dollar Tree to look at headbands. I know it’s with the idea that I’ll buy her something, though, so I’m going to try to avoid that trip. We’ll probably be too busy at The Grove & by the time we leave there her legs won’t be up to any more walking.

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  9. Beach and brisket sound good.

    Right now it is gray and brown around here, for the most part. There are some piles of dirty, black snow where it has been piled in parking lots in the city. We could use some rain to wash things off. However, this is the cold of winter and the rebirth is coming! Such a blessed, wonderful picture of resurrection the Creator made in the seasons. No one celebrates spring like those who have lived through a long, hard winter. (I cannot complain about our winter this year, however.)

    Easter with four of our grands should be wonderful for us, as well. Happy Easter to all.

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  10. Good Friday is a statutory holiday in Canada. My husband even gets Easter Monday as a stat. We have a wicked spring storm here. We’re right on the boundary of about a foot of wet snow and rain. So far we’ve just had wind and rain.

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  11. There are lots of pussy willows here. If you stick them in water with food dye, you can tint them.

    We used to get from Maundy Thursday to the Tuesday after Easter off. That way families could travel, if needed. At work everything shut down from noon to three pm on Good Friday.

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  12. The public school is closed today, to students. Teacher professional development day.
    We will continue to plod along.

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  13. ‘O Sacred Head’ has long been sung in remembrance of the death of our Lord Jesus Christ. It is not known for certain who wrote the original Latin poem, although it has been attributed to Bernard of Clairveaux (1090-1193) who is known to have written ‘Jesus, the very thought of thee’. It was translated into German in the early 1600s by Paul Gerhardt and set to the tune by Hans Leo Hassler to which it is now sung. The great German composer J. S. Bach later gave the chorale its beautiful harmonies. Finally, the song was translated to English by American James W. Alexander. It is sung here by a choir from the Naga tribe of India:

    O sacred head, now wounded,
    with grief and shame weighed down,
    now scornfully surrounded
    with thorns, your only crown.
    O sacred head, what glory
    and blessing you have known!
    Yet, though despised and gory,
    I claim you as my own.

    My Lord, what you did suffer
    was all for sinner’s gain;
    mine, mine was the transgression,
    but yours the deadly pain.
    So here I kneel, my Savior,
    for I deserve your place;
    look on me with thy favor
    and save me by your grace.

    What language shall I borrow
    to thank you, dearest Friend,
    for this, your dying sorrow,
    your pity without end?
    Lord, make me yours forever,
    a loyal servant true,
    and let me never, never
    outlive my love to you.

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  14. Linda, yes, they sang a slightly altered translation. That’s what happens when you sing translations and in this case, it is a double translation. Hymns are very fluid, like folk music, always being slightly altered by the next generation.

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  15. I feel so bad for the driveway workers, they’ve gotta just be groaning every morning when they wake up and realize they’ve got to come back here — again. They’re hoping to be done by Wednesday, they’re busy tamping down dirt and sand base today, may need to go get more sand/dirt.

    Pavers weight a lot and they’re having to unload them all as they go, back-breaking. I told them to feel free to hire a couple day laborers if they need to.

    This entire job has been so much bigger and more challenging (physically, mentally and financially) than any of us expected (I still remember Jerry saying at the dog park, “Hey, I know a guy with a jackhammer, we could do it if you want.” Back in our very innocent days before it was discovered how extensive the broken pipe was and how much of that concrete would have to be churned up and cut away.)

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  16. Me jumping in again:

    Roscuro – Just sent you a private Facebook message, asking if you’d be interested in replying to my friend on my post about Easter. (Not sure which you’ll see first, this or that.) He is a believer, so he would not be apt to tear down the faith, but he does sometimes have a more liberal view of things.

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  17. Thanks to Roscuro for her input on my Facebook post. Unfortunately, my friend (who goes to our church, I forgot to mention that) can be like a pit bull in not letting something go, & also can be pretty terse at times. He seemed to twist my intention in sharing the article (the one I recently shared on here, about Easter not being a pagan name), & expressed a dismissive attitude towards me at one point.

    I was really surprised at the vehemence behind his comments.

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  18. Vehemence isn’t quite the word I was looking for. There was a “righteous anger” (at least in his eyes) that came through, with a little bit of holier-than-thou attitude thrown in, too.

    I’d already learned to be very careful about commenting on his posts.

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  19. We’re having turkey & kielbasa for Easter dinner. 🙂

    We’ve had a small turkey in our freezer since Thanksgiving (Nightingale had bought two), so we decided this was a good time to have it.

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  20. Cheryl, I had the craziest bird experience this morning. I was in the barn, mixing feed, when I hear a ruckus in the chicken pen. There was squawing and thumping. As I came around the corner, a hawk of some sort flew out of the pen, rooster in hot pursuit, with a mourning dove in its talon, which it dropped as it went over the enclosure fence. I think it may have been a broadwinged hawk. Too big for a kestrel.

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