34 thoughts on “Our Daily Thread 1-16-19

  1. That is a lotta snow. That picture says “go back to bed”.
    Good morning almost everyone. It’s just cold in Greensboro and I’m glad.
    Nite-nite Jo.

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  2. Wow, I can be second? Where is everyone?

    Lovely scene, Peter! I have learned to appreciate the way oaks keep their leaves a good portion of the winter and give you another color in a winter scene.

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  3. Good morning, Chas.

    Yesterday was another day in hospital. No more sewage floods, but plenty of other unusual stuff happened – never a dull moment in the birthing unit apparently.

    From the conversations happening here yesterday:

    Kevin, I not only know what Drafting is, I know how to draft and still have my drafting equipment. Among the night courses I took when I was still trying to decide what avenue to pursue after completing my GED was a course in Drafting. I thoroughly enjoyed it, and did quite well. It is an inherited ability, as my father, who took Drafting in high school, which is the highest level of formal education he has (he was an office equipment repairman by occupation), drew all the blueprints for the house my parents built and still live in. After that course, I drew elevations and floor plans for the dollhouse my father built for Eldest Niece, who was the only granddaughter at the time. She never really played with dolls very much, being more interested in building robots and wiring circuit boards in those day, and she is a young woman now, but she has kept her grandfather’s dollhouse all these years.

    Speaking of education, my mother was, until she retired after the birth of Eldest Sibling, a public school teacher, and a very good one she was. She said she had to go on a one day strike once, it being mandatory to be part of the union, but she didn’t like having to do it*. It was her high standards of education which caused her to withdraw Eldest sibling from public school after grade one – Eldest had been placed in a gifted program which my mother thought was wasted time – and thenceforth homeschool all her children through both the public and high school years. In those early years, we were part of a local homeschooling group which would go on field trips together that included non-Christian families. It was not until we joined ATI when Eldest was in her early teens, that the idea of isolation from secular contamination as a goal of homeschooling was introduced.

    *Note: My mother’s side of the family has an ambiguous attitude toward unions. On the one hand, my maternal grandfather, and two of my maternal uncles worked for one of Ontario’s largest car manufacturing plants and the union did help, in my grandfather’s day, to negotiate better wages and working conditions, which my uncles benefited from. On the other hand, one of my maternal grandmother’s sisters was married to a man who was a high ranking official of that same union, and my mother used to say, when we were growing up, that the wheeling and dealing and wining and dining that was a part of being a top union official made an alcoholic and philanderer of him. [I am inclined, having learned more of the man’s character (my great aunt had married him after he raped her – there is no such thing as the good old days in my family’s history) that the union official lifestyle only pandered to an already licentious man.] My second maternal uncle, the one who died prematurely a year after his wife’s death from cancer, was one of my uncles who worked in the car manufacturing plant, and he had the same ambiguous attitude toward the union – he used to say, because he had taken early retirement, that the union pension he had was far too large, but he also was critical of the pettiness that management, which was non-unionized, displayed in the way they treated the workers.

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  4. On what souvenirs I buy: I buy things for my family, but I buy things which have meaning. No mugs, t-shirts, flags, pins, or collectible baby spoons, unless they would mean something to the person I was getting them for. I brought home clothing from West Africa, made mostly by the local tailor, for my family, except for Little Niece who was a baby at the time, for whom I purchased a rag doll dressed in West African clothing, and he who was soon to become Second in-law, who had requested, in his deadpan way, that I bring him back a hippopotamus. I brought him back a wooden one, carved expertly by a local woodcarver. When I went to Nunavut, Second in-law similarly requested a walrus, so I got him one carved by a local carver from antler. I got books about the Inuit for my younger nephews and nieces, and carefully purchased handcrafts for my parents, siblings and siblings in-law, and Eldest Niece, who later said in passing that I knew how to purchase the perfect gift for everyone. I didn’t actually purchase anything for myself in West Africa, although I had the locally made clothes I had worn, but the team gave me a beautiful sandpainting and I ended up with an extra woodcarving. I did purchase things from Nunavut, because they meant something to me – I have a beautiful print (I had the privilege of meeting the printmaker), a very detailed bone carving of a traditional whaling kayak, a handcarved ajaraq (an inuit game somewhat similar to our ball-and-cup game but more challenging), and small soapstone carving.

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  5. I mentioned in my first comment my uncle who had passed away: I have told the story here of how I took care of my uncle before died from a mysterious liver condition. My uncle had four children, two sons and two daughters, and they were all grateful for the care I gave my uncle in his last month, as they were, from one reason and another, unable to do so themselves. This past week, one of my uncle’s sons, who is the spitting image of his father and who married a woman in the U.S. and has lived far from most of the family since, lost his wife to liver failure. They have no children. Her death brings back memories to me of the way my uncle died, and I have no doubt it has done so for all my uncle’s family. You could pray for my widowed cousin and his siblings, if you think of it.

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  6. Interesting to see wolves yesterday. Twenty years of living here and I have never seen them other than one that was probably a hybrid wolf dog. The two youngest are off on a search for wolf tracks in the snow expedition.

    We had a very enjoyable day yesterday, great fellowship and opportunity to learn about some of the new folk in church. They just moved to the area from Elk City, which is further back into the mountains. They are delighted to be in civilization, they now live in Winchester. They could be DJ’s neighbors eventually.

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  7. Roscuro – Why did your great aunt marry her rapist? Was it expected at that time, because they supposedly “had sex”?

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  8. Kizzie, yes. It was quite a common practice. Many cultures do so, and among nominally Christian cultures, the law of Moses concerning seduction in Exodus 22:16-17 has often been grossly misapplied to cases of rape. As I have mentioned before, rape is notoriously hard for a woman to prove and there is a chronic line of thought running through all times and all cultures that a woman who gets raped was somehow ‘asking for it’, thus reducing the rape to the level of a seduction. The way for a family to save face if the virtue of one of its daughters was compromised was to marry them to their rapist, another consistent line of thought throughout all times and cultures. The honour culture existed as much in European culture as it does in the cultures of Asia, the Middle East, and Africa. My maternal grandmother’s family were immigrants from the working class of England, and there is a continuous thread of tragedy running through their story, much involving physical and sexual abuse. I don’t know if anyone has ever read or seen productions of the novels of Thomas Hardy, such as Tess of the d’Ubervilles (in which the titular character is raped, her rapist pressures her to marry him, and the man she falls in love with considers her tainted when he learns of the rape) or Jude the Obscure, but Hardy captured the life of the working class of Britain (not the upper and middle classes as other novelists such as Jane Austen or Charlotte Bronte wrote about) and what he wrote was accurate to what my maternal grandmother’s family actually experienced.

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  9. I wrote this week’s blog post about 5 accessible Bible study tools. One was David Guzik’s Bible commentaries which I now use as part of my devotions every day.

    I love how he puts things in context–including historical context.

    I was just reading in Matthew 13 where he explained about why Jesus spoke in parables. I’m sure you know all this, but it was interesting in light of all the hardened hearts in our society from people who have spent time in church.

    d. Therefore I speak to them in parables, because seeing they do not see, and hearing they do not hear, nor do they understand:

    In this sense, the parables of Jesus were not illustrations making difficult things clear to all. They presented God’s message so the spiritually sensitive could understand, but the hardened would merely hear a story without heaping up additional condemnation for rejecting God’s Word.

    i. Parables are an example of God’s mercy towards the hardened. The parables were given in the context of the Jewish leaders’ building rejection of Jesus and His work. In this sense they were examples of mercy given to the undeserving.

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  10. Roscuro@8:54, I knew I could count on you.

    I think my dad was really annoyed my drafting curriculum was cut in half by the teachers’ strike. He was quite good at drafting too, and had drawn up blueprints for the ideal house that he always said he was going to build (but never did). He wanted me to learn it, so he made sure to fill in some of the things I missed because of the strike. I enjoyed it at the time, but haven’t had occasion to practice it since then, nearly 50 years ago.

    Dad was no fan of unions. I’m not sure how that came about; his father was a lifelong union steel worker (at Bethlehem Steel, AJ!).

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  11. Regarding yesterday’s discussion of speeding, I think the most blatant speeding I ever did was at 70 mph. That was in the days of the 55 mph national speed limit. That speed limit took effect just as I got licensed, so I’d never had a chance to go anywhere near 70, so it was quite thrilling…until I saw the CHP car coming up behind me.

    Fortunately he must have had somewhere else to be. I slowed down right away, and he passed me and waved a warning finger at me as he went by.

    As far as I remember the fastest I’ve ever gone is about 85 mph, but that was only 5 over the 80 mph speed limit I was surprised to find a couple years ago in central Michigan.

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  12. All season the snow has gone either south of us or north of us. We’ve had nothing more than dustings so far. I understand that’s supposed to change on Saturday.

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  13. Good morning.

    Chicken feet have stayed in my freezer for up to 4 years…… Be sure to boil them for 3 min and discard the water before using for broth.

    I think the fastest I have ever driven is 95, passing someone. I regularly go 75, but will not go 80. I am sure I am the leader in speeding tickets for this blog. 😦 I am also sure I drive many more miles than anyone else on this blog, except maybe MIke.

    Miguel is feeling much better, and his limp is much improved. I am feeling confident that he will be released to work again.

    It is almost 50 here today. I am so thankful that we are no longer in the snowy conditions pictured above. So are my critters.

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  14. Wolves … Don’t go out wearing a hooded red cape and carrying a basket, mumsee

    Wolves and coyotes are now mixing it up in the east to create “coywolves.” Big coyotes.

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  15. Our mountain ski resorts are packed — although getting there on the slushy roads is not picnic.

    They showed one young woman on the news trying to get chains on her tires to no avail, they kept falling off. The last shot was of her carrying them as the car remained disabled on the side of the very messy, snowy, wet winding road.

    More rain today through tomorrow, which means more snow to come in the mountains. We’re happy.

    The two unions I’m familiar with — the dockworkers and the teachers — are very successful. The dockworkers especially can be arrogant and rude. They’re essentially rough and tough working class guys who enjoy CEO salaries.

    LA teachers make $80 million to $90 million a year, some more than $100,000. Dockworkers make between $100,000 and $200,000 (closer to the latter for many, I’m told). Very healthy raises come with any new contract. And full “pensions” (unknown now in most other jobs) and free lifetime medical for both unions, which is maybe the biggest perk.

    Unions are necessary in some cases, but in others they wind up being so successful that they become seen by most of us as an “entitled” class — and a bullying one at that.

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  16. Monsoon rain here, DJ.

    Reminds me of Hawai’i, except in Hawai’i the only thing we could hear was the hard rain on the metal roof.

    Sitting downstairs, I only know it’s raining because of. Stead thrum from the drainspout and rain lashing the windows. The poor mailman, as well as my mail, was soaked.

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  17. Pennies work best. I also wear a whistle around my neck, you might think of adding that to the repertoire.

    Meanwhile, for discussion?:

    https://www.patheos.com/blogs/ponderanew/2019/01/03/worship-myth-no-1-worship-must-be-spontaneous/

    _____________________________________

    This is a common refrain from those who find liturgical worship too formal, rigid, or rote:

    Worship must be spontaneous or it doesn’t count.

    Biblically, we need look no further than the heavenly liturgy recorded in Revelation 4 to see this is clearly not the case.

    Historically, referring specifically to corporate worship, pervasive spontaneity is an aberration. It isn’t the norm much of anywhere until hints in the revivals of the late 19th century, followed by the birth of the full blown Pentecostal movement on Azusa Street in 1906. By the middle of the 20th century, most Protestant denominations had a charismatic renewal movement taking place somewhere within its ranks. Later, the wholesale adoption of so-called “contemporary worship music” brought an uncomfortable mix of derivative jesusy commercial music and charismatic informality into both evangelical and mainline Protestant worship.

    Combined with a culture in which formality and decorum are increasingly spurned, the church has grown to accept raucous energy and pent-up emotion as being a legitimate movement of the Holy Spirit.

    But this is fraught with error. …

    … Me-worship values casual, familiar, extemporaneous conversation. True worship values planned, refined, elegant speech, carefully crafted to write God’s message on our hearts. True worship prays truly. …

    … It’s time for us to grow up, church.

    It’s time for us to submit our personal stories to God’s grand story played out in historical, liturgical worship.

    For even now, the heavenly host is worshiping God together with the age old hymn, which we are graciously invited to join:

    Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, which was, and is, and is to come.
    ___________________________

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  18. Can’t do it, Cheryl,

    DJ, when I am out doing chores in the morning, singing holy holy holy, I often think that I am with the angels and those standing before the throne. One small part of one huge body, all praising God in His Holiness.

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  19. (Blood would drawtoo much attention too fast, and it turns brown as it dries. Ketchup is too easily associated with burgers, food.)

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  20. The latest photo is our backyard, which borders a golf course. In fact, part of what we use as backyard (that small dark thing in the center is Mrs L’s compost bin) is actually on the golf course property, but our neighbor says they haven’t used it in the 30 years he’s lived here. So we have a big backyard, but don’t own it all.

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  21. DJ – According to your comment at 2:18, your teachers are making 80 to 90 million dollars. No wonder you have high taxes! Kinda feel sorry for the ones you mentioned only making $100,000.

    Connecticut is a high-tax state, too. We have been losing more residents than we are gaining. Someone joked that this winter, snowstorms don’t even want to come into the state. (Although we are expecting a storm this weekend.)

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  22. Millions, thousands, hundreds, whatever. It’s why I have trouble balancing my checkbook.

    Fur hats I believe are banned here now, though I have a sheepskin hat which, when worn in public, may equal the same faux pas.

    It’s raining, raining, raining as I get ready to drive home. Tomorrow morning I’m covering a big outdoor teacher rally. It will be raining, according to the forecast.

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  23. Teachers union & district have agreed to go back to the negotiating table, sounds like the mayor may be mediating. Hoping for progress, compromise and an end to the walkout.

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  24. When I saw the new picture, I thought the 17’t thread was up.
    Then I remembered, It’s Thursday!
    good morning anyhow, to all but Jo.
    Good night jo.

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