36 thoughts on “Our Daily Thread 9-25-17

  1. Chas,

    “Ending a sentence with a preposition is something up with which I will not put.”

    –Winston Churchill

    He was quoted in the book I mentioned. 🙂

    The author did note, as well, that sometimes it is better to end a sentence with a preposition if it is more natural to say it that way, so I was being tongue-in-cheek, chiding myself for ending my sentence the way I did. 😉

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  2. And good morning, Chas, Peter, Janice, and AJ. Hope you all, and everyone else who is yet to come along today will have a good day.

    I am off to get a massage this morning. Ahhh! A sweet gift from a thoughtful friend. 🙂

    Blessings.

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  3. We had our church called business meeting last night. We all voted alike to set in place a pastor search committee, to hire two part-time outreach pastors, and to go along with the transitional visioning team’s ideas for changes that will basically set up a new church. More than likely it will mean a change of church name. We will still be Southern Baptist.

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  4. More from the Neighborhood Taliban:
    Those two old buzzards power washed the house of the young couple who just moved in. Trying to schmooze their way into getting them to vote with them?
    It’s all good. The guy who owns the only vacant lot in the subdivision has been hard to reach. He called me this morning and I have his proxy vote. Bahahahahahah Don’t cross me. It won’t be pretty.

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  5. Wow, David did have a lot of children. No wonder he had such family issues, thanks Janice. 🙂

    I’m looking for a decent place in my house to “do” a Facebook live in 20 minutes. I didn’t remember it’s still night at 7 am in California!

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  6. I’m up and showered, but still feel half asleep. I had to haul the recycle bin down to the street for replacement (the lid is split almost in two). It was supposed to be out there at 6 a.m., I made it by 6:10 a.m.

    I’m re-reading Ray Bradbury’s “Something Wicked This Way Comes” which I’d read many years ago, some interesting passages on good vs. evil.

    Wikipedia: Something Wicked This Way Comes can be interpreted as an allegory of the struggle between good and evil, with the human characters Will, Jim, and Charles on the side of morality, and Mr. Dark and his carnival on the side of sin and temptation. As in many other fictional works revolving around the same concept, good prevails in the end, not with supernatural or physical powers, but with purity of heart. Jim represents good that is always on the verge of giving into temptation, while Will, though he has crises and doubts, is the part of us that resists giving in.

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  7. Good Morning! Is that the “may the bird of paradise fly up your nose” flower up there?!?😀We are getting some much needed and appreciated moisture in these parts….we drove home from our small group gathering last night in some very thick fog. It is 40 degrees this morning and the furnace is on…I love autumn!
    I just finished reading The Idiot….thick book and oh so disappointing ending….

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  8. The heater doesn’t usually go on here until well into November. We still have at least 6-8 weeks left of back-and-forth summer-fall, summer-fall temperatures. This week we’re in the 80s. But at least it’s cooling down nicely at night, that makes a big difference. Still not cool enough to warrant a heater, though. Just as well, I dread those high monthly gas bills.

    We have training today on WordPress. And 2 more people exit this Friday (one a buyout, the other a forced buyout/or layoff — so he took the buyout). Fun times.

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  9. Well, in a total nonsurprise. Son did not do his laundry yesterday. He brought it home and dumped it on his top bunk and rinsed a pair of socks in the bathroom, leaving them on his shelf to dry. Which they won’t for quite some time. Anyway, I told the school to not let him play football this afternoon, to see that he takes the bus home so he can do his laundry. We will see how that works.

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  10. Ugh! Such a waste of time and effort to not do the right thing. But that’s human beings for you.

    Yes. As soon as I saw that picture, the song hit my brain and is still boomeranging around and around.

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  11. Our sermon on Sunday touched on this — that we (all) need to understand and realize what the bad news is (about us) before we can embrace and understand and celebrate the good news (of the gospel.

    I have a friend who grew up next door to me who doesn’t seem to have an inkling of her own need (though her family attended the methodist church faithfully, her brother became a minister, but she left as a teen deciding that the church — wait for it — was “full of hypocrites,” a view she still clings to like 50 years later). She is wealthy (thanks to a humongous inheritance from her parents) and is one of the most judgmental people I know. Not that I can’t hold my own in that field, but I do recognize it as such and cringe. Her, not so much.

    She refuses to speak to several people whose lives are a mess and/or have slighted her somehow in the past.

    The latest msg she wrote me was about one of those folks who recently died (the woman was British and very friendly but also drank too much):

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    “When (this person) died (my neighbor) was asking us to donate money to help defray the cost of her cremation. I refused. The lady was 86, so she should have prepaid that years ago but she one who frittered her money every month. I hadn’t really spoken to her in years because she called me a liar to my face so I was done with her, always disrespectful towards others.”
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    Shudder.

    My response (which she didn’t acknowledge): “Very sorry to hear about A 😦 We’re all in need of God’s grace, amen?”

    She doesn’t like to talk about “religion” and is so hardened (and so overly sure and proud of herself and her own ability & wealth) that it’s just so scary. She’s been responsible, and outwardly has kept her life together (well, sort of, she now has something like 25 cats and spends a good deal of money taking them all to and from the vet’s, including specialists, while feeding feral cat colonies in her spare time).

    But that hardness seems like something impossible to penetrate. So awful when people become confident in their own “goodness.”

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  12. Kizzie, I’m a bit behind reading all the threads, but I saw the weekend discussion of Hubby’s medical situation and treatment. For what it’s worth, here’s what I’ve learned from my own stroke experience. (Some of this repeats what Roscuro said.)

    Blood moves more slowly in the veins and it’s not unusual for small clots to form. Small ones are usually not a problem. They enter the right side of the heart and get sent out to the lungs, which essentially filter them out. However if a big clot goes to the lungs, then you have a pulmonary embolism, which is bad.

    Even a little clot can be a problem if a passage in the heart allows blood flow directly from the right side to the left side instead of through the lungs. If a clot passes across it’s called a paradoxical embolism. From the right side it can be pumped anywhere in the body, including the brain where even a small clot can cause a stroke.

    We are not certain of the cause of my own stroke 18 years ago. I have a tiny opening between the right and left atria called a patent foramen ovale. However doctors estimate 20-25% of everyone has them and they don’t cause problems for most people.

    It’s possible that a clot from the veins sneaked through the PFO. It’s also possible that a clot formed in the heart during an AFib episode. (I’ve never been definitively diagnosed with AFib – it’s never been observed, even on a 48-hour monitor – but it can come and go.) Another possibility is that a bit of plaque in an artery broke off and caused the stroke directly, or caused a clot that caused the stroke.

    Since the cause of the stroke was uncertain, I’ve been on Coumadin ever since to prevent clots, and on statins to reduce cholesterol, and I haven’t had another stroke since then.

    I’m praying for Hubby also to have no recurrence!

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  13. Interesting piece that reflects some of what was discussed over the weekend:

    http://www.patheos.com/blogs/chorusinthechaos/name-false-teachers/#7YXAbA9QzBv9WWad.99

    Why We Name False Teachers by Name

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    ” … In some cases, I fear we use the word “heretic” too quickly. In others, I fear we are far too reluctant to use the word at all. …

    … Regardless of one’s disposition, the church is called to be a voice of reason and truth in the midst of a crooked and perverse generation. We do so with much grace, knowing those whom we speak to are blinded by sin – yet in some cases, we do so with firmness and without apology. Unrepentant, false teachers are due no measure of “niceness” as they seek to destroy the household of God.

    At some point we must realize no measure of “niceness” will turn about people’s opinion of us as we hold firmly to sound doctrine. Sound doctrine is itself a stumbling block to many. It is repulsive to those who love falsehood. It is repulsive to the broader culture. I continue to ask in all of this why some of Christ’s bride continues to entertain the wolf. Many sound teachers have no qualms in naming names, yet you’ll find their books in congregant’s homes. False teachers pervert the grace of God, preach a false gospel, devote themselves to the teachings of demons, and deny our Lord and Master. Call. Them. Out. Have nothing to do with them.

    Even if a broken clock is right twice a day – why not simply buy a new clock that functions in the manner intended?”
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  14. Thanks, Kevin, the literature mentioned paradoxical emboli, but they seemed to be so rare, I hesitated to say that was the case for Kizzie’s husband – though a hole in the heart would explain it.

    I had my first day at the clinical setting today. It went well, and our instructor was very considerate of my nervousness (which I had expressed to her) in placing me with a very nice nurse. Oh, and I passed the medicine calculation test.

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  15. The foramen ovale, by the way, is a connection between the right and left side of the heart that exists in the fetus. Because the unborn child does not breathe air through their lungs, but instead receives oxygen from their mother’s blood, they have to have a way of getting that oxygenated blood from the right side of the heart, where it comes in from the umbilical vein, to the left side of the heart to be pumped into the body. The foramen ovale is one of two connection points that allow the oxygenated blood coming from the placenta [the mother’s blood doesn’t actually mix with the baby’s blood, rather chemicals, nutrients,and dissolved gases pass between the two blood supplies through a membrane] get to the rest of the baby’s body. Usually, as the child is born and takes their first breath, the foramen ovale begins to close, but sometimes it doesn’t close all the way, which is called a patent foramen ovale.

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  16. A few questions for whomever would like to answer:

    Do you think I should post my piano lesson rates on my website? Why or why not?

    I don’t currently list them, but checked websites of local music studios today and found that most of them do advertise their rates, as do a couple of independent teachers who appear to work from home, as I do.

    Does not posting one’s fees give an impression that they might be higher and not worth checking out?

    Thanks.

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  17. I think of Annie every time I see a lizard. Lizards used to terrify me as a kid — I’m still not real warm and fuzzy about them — but I’m a bit more appreciative of their role in our gardens and even in the house.

    Still, I would rather they stay outside.

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  18. Peter, I figured 70 is probably passing . . . but barely, and certainly nothing to brag about!

    At my college, the general rule–professors were free to modify–was 93 and above was an A (meaning 93 would actually be an A-, 92 a B+), 85 was a B, and below that I’m not sure. I suppose 77 or 78 would be a C, and somewhere around 70 the bottom of the Ds, so probably a 70 would be a D-.

    In my grade school growing up, we didn’t have ABCDF, but 12345. I knew that other schools did letter grades, but we didn’t. So my first experience with letter grades was actually college (since high school only gave percentages, not grades).

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  19. 6 Arrows, I have costs for some of my services on my website (which is really badly in need of updating), but some need to be based on how much work the book needs. Since cost matters to the potential student and other teachers list it, it would seem like a good idea.

    When I was young, I fell in love with Cavalier King Charles Spaniels. (President Reagan had one. They’re cute and they’re beautiful.) I noticed over time that they really seemed to be “rich people’s dogs,” and I never saw puppies listed for sale in the newspaper. Well, one day I saw puppies listed. I wasn’t in the market for a puppy, but I did wonder, for future reference, how much this breed cost. So I called the number in the ad and asked about her puppies, how many males and how many females, or something like that. Then I said I noticed the ad didn’t list a price, and I was wondering how much they cost. She immediately asked my name, and then said, “Cheryl, I don’t think price is something to be discussed over the phone.” (In other words, if you have to ask, you can’t afford one.”) I thanked her and hung up, but felt briefly dirty as though I had asked an inappropriate question. But then I remembered all the other ads said a price; I wouldn’t have called to ask if she had listed a price, and even though I wasn’t ready to get a puppy, it was a legitimate and fair question.

    I’ve since learned that the reason the breed tends to be kept by rich people is that most people don’t have just one, and they are also quite an expensive hobby. It costs a lot to buy one (roughly $1500 when I finally did get a price twenty years ago), but they have multiple health concerns and often die young. They can die of a heart attack at three or four. No one wants to pay that kind of money for a dog that will barely get going before you have to replace it, so basically I guess rich people can have four or five, and if one dies they can get another one or two. Plus you can afford the medical costs of a dog with a really long list of medical complaints.

    In short, I decided it is a really cute dog, but between the expense and the high chance of losing your dog really young, it isn’t for me.

    That’s a complete rabbit trail, but it’s my own experience when one person didn’t list prices and everyone else did, that it made me feel nosy to have to ask (and her response cemented that, of course).

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  20. LA schools always had to fool around with standards. I remember a time when our grades were OVSNF (Outstanding, Very Good, Satisfactory, Needs to Improve, and Failed) instead of ABCDF. I don’t remember how long that lasted – I imagine not very long.

    Another unusual thing in LA schools in the 60s was that students started a grade either in September or in February, depending on birth date. My September birthday was early enough that I started each grade in September. But my sister, with her March birth date, started each grade in February. She had the first half of a grade in the spring semester, and completed that grade in the fall semester after summer vacation. At any given time there were two kinds of second graders, those in the first semester and those in the second.

    It got even more confusing when they decided to switch everyone to September starts. To get in sync, everyone who started in February had to complete their next grade either in one semester or three semesters so they could start the following grade in September. If I remember right, my sister completed the third grade in one semester.

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  21. I remember those “other” grades — we had numbers in elementary school I think — 1, 2, 3, 4, but I also remember the descriptions Kevin mentioned.

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