Good morning! I saw the flowers change. We got 2 grandsons on Saturday who are to stay a couple of weeks. Lots of projects. We put up the pool yesterday. It finished filling about 2 am.
Kathaleena has pretty flowers.
When I was in the AF, I used to take pictures of almost everything. We had 35mm film and sent it ot Rochester, NY to be developed. Later, in Hendersonville, I went through all those pictures of Pakistand mountains and threw them away.
I began to realize that we never go back to look at pictures that don’t have somebody in them. I don’t take pictures anymore. I have grandkids who take multitudes of pictures. But they all have someone in them.
I have an expensive 35mm camera that is useless. Chuck will throw it away someday.
But I can’t. It cost over $300
Good morning, Wanderers. This Wanderer does not wander far these days.
I am very sorry to learn last night (as I caught up on the threads) about your loss of Karen, 6 Arrows. From all you’ve said about her she would have been a treasured friend to any of us here. I am thankful that you were blessed to be close friends with her and know her well so you will be able to offer unique personalized comfort to her family.
That is a gorgeous pot of flowers, Kathaleena! It is overflowing with beauty.
Yesterday was such a busy day for me with church related activities. I did not do the Sunday school time but during that 9:30 hour I received a text that someone in a nursing home had requested that our prayer team, as a group, call and pray over her on a conference call. We had quite a few texts between us all trying to arrange for a time we could all make it. The next thing I knew, it was time for church via Facebook Live. The service went a little past 11:45 when I was suppose to be on a regular Sunday prayer call to pray over the church and leaders for about an hour. After that I got busy making a Happy 90th Birthday poster/card for my church friend. I was just going to hang it on her door, but when I got to her home, her family was all there setting up in the yard for her party. I did get to go in and see her, wearing my mask. That was the most people I have been around in months. I was glad the poster I made was put to good use outside for her party. It was more colorful, elaborate, and pretty than the posters they had made. I had cut hearts out of gift wrap and glued them on, added bows, curling ribbon, and used crayon to color in words I had written. I did not stay for long because then it was time to be on the group call to pray over the nursing home lady. After that I could catch my breath. I planned to make brownies for a Father’s Day treat but Art said he’d rather have biscuits because it had been awhile since I had made those. Art did receive a call from Wesley.
Chas, whether or not we ever go back to look at pictures that don’t have someone in them depends on the purpose for taking the photo. A couple decades ago I took a driving trip through Arizona (I flew from Chicago and rented a car) just to take photos of Arizona scenery. I stayed with my mom for the day trips of southern Arizona and with an elderly friend for the day trips of northern Arizona, and I did take photos of both ladies, too, but the purpose was to take photos of the beauty of my home state (including the Grand Canyon, though unfortunately circumstances conspired against me not to get great shots of it).
I love taking photos of people and can take pretty good shots of people. But I don’t take photos of strangers, we don’t see our kids very often to take many photos of them (and in fact they’re camera shy anyway), and there’s only so many photos I can take of one person (my husband).
Most of my photos–the vast majority–are of natural beauty and interesting things God has created. I take shots of really tiny insects and wildflowers and allow people to see them better, and I take shots of deer and their fawns just because they are a marvel, and I take shots of natural landscapes, too. My photos rarely have people in them, but they show God’s creative handiwork. Ansel Adams rarely (never?) had people in his photos in them, either, but the purposes of the photos were different.
But Janice was busy doing something useful.
At the end of the day, something happened.
That is good.
I can’t say that. Nothing happened.
Nothing.
LindaS sent me an e-mail saying today would by my father’s 111 year birthday.
Seems like yesterday.
Chas- Tell Chuck to put the camera on e-bay and see if it sells. You can still get the film for those old cameras, and some places will develop the pictures.
Exactly right Janice.
I tell LindaS that I am worth $5000/mo just sitting here, fixing dinner and washing dishes.
That’s what it would cost to put her in a nursing home. (maybe more)
And she would hate it there. She needs someone who cares.
That’s me.
What a blessing, Chas, for you to be able to keep her with you. I think that especially now with what we see going on in too many nursing/senior centers. I know many good ones, but with being allowed no visitors none are good, IMO. I understand the need, but it must be devastating to so many. I am glad my sister has my mom living with her and not alone somewhere. She has enough difficulty understanding what is going on without that added stress.
My mom always told me to have someone in a picture and I do that a lot. However, with the digital cameras and phones we can (and do) take a myriad of photos and do not have to worry about ‘wasting’ film. That was a real issue in the good ol’ days.
In a recent sermon I heard a different view of Naomi from the book of Ruth. The man who gave was raised as a Jew and converted. I find his viewpoint interesting, but was not thrilled with his view of Naomi. To me he viewed her way too much as a man who would have had choices.
His take was that Naomi didn’t care at all about her daughters-in-law because of her own bitterness. I have always read (and think) that, in fact, Naomi loved her daughters-in-law and that is why she tells them not to come with her. She has nothing to give to them. They have no chance of finding a husband (in Naomi’s limited view) if they come with her and she has nothing to provide for them. OTOH, if they return to their own parents they may be able to be remarried and provided for, at the very least.
Also, Naomi does change her name to ‘bitter’. It makes sense that she may feel God has treated her bitterly in that she may have tried all in her power to serve him the best she could. She, as a woman, would have no choice but to follow her husband. She may have made the best of her sons marrying foreign women. She must have treated them well and showed her DIL good things about her God, since Ruth, at least, wants to stay with Ruth and follow Ruth’s God. Naomi does not turn her back on God; merely acknowledges the bitterness she has been dealt.
The man who spoke had nothing good to say about Naomi and I think missed the main point about the kinsman redeemer, which he didn’t even mention.
I am just curious what you think about any of this.
Naomi: I have often thought what a bitter woman she is! But then remember that there are many Christians who deal with depression all the time and the point is to be faithful. She was. She loved her daughters in law and they appear to have loved her.
Kathaleena, “bitter” can mean bad-tasting; it doesn’t have to mean what we think of, a person with a scowl on her face. I don’t think Naomi wore the scowl.
Without the kinsman-redeemer, the story wouldn’t be in Scripture. A sermon that doesn’t point to Christ is really only moralism, not the Gospel. (Christians need the Gospel, too. Our only hope is in Christ.)
I have joined Chas in fearing for the future of our country. My heart hurts. I think of BG and I think of Little Miss. I don’t want to leave them the version of the United States I see in the future.
Off to watch the littlest grands for the day. Waiting to see if Mom gets off without young man having a melt down. This will probably be more exhausting than my hikes.
I think that sermon was the kind to watch out for that can lead people astray, Kathaleena. I have never ever gotten that message from reading the book of Ruth. I think Naomi was at a low point as she reviewed her life and recent losses and even more as she expected to lose all her DILs, too. It seemed an appropriate time for her to go through a season of depression (Ecclesiastes, a time for this, a time for that). People say things when depressed that they would not normally say. I don’t think she stayed there though. That man does not need to be preaching/teaching his twisted thoughts, IMO. She showed purist love for her DILs in considering their needs above her own.
I was forced to watch the entire episode of the new Perry Mason series. I was horrified by the language and sex. WHY???? The portrayal of Perry Mason was a divorced, almost alcoholic scumbag. He was disheveled and a deadbeat dad.
Eighteen year old daughter refused to go with twenty three and twelve to work the job she has always been eager to do. And dinner was provided along with snacks. So she is here, outside and I am here inside with granddaughter. I told her she has not been making choices in her best interest. She agreed.
I’d seen snippets of good reviews from other places and the Times doesn’t totally pan it. I don’t mind a Perry Mason in his younger, tougher years, trying to get through what was a rough-and-tumble LA in the ’20s or ’30s. Things no doubt were pretty brutal and not politically correct.
But did people really use the ‘f’ word in regular conversation back then? Maybe. But it seemed like they were overlaying today’s casual use of it, I tend to think it was not something that was used that much in public or regular discourse until now.
And yeah, I could have done without the language and a couple scenes, for sure. Too bad, it had promise I think. From the Times review:
~ The series, which ultimately feels like the very long pilot for what could make a fine series yet to come, is easily enjoyable, nicely played and smartly designed, with some well-executed big set pieces; it is also occasionally unpleasant, a little nutty toward the end and too long and too busy for the material. By the time the last loose threads are tied, mostly in expected knots, you may find your emotional investment has dwindled considerably, or even that, among its many sidestreams and back stories, you have forgotten what the point was. ~
While past generations were certainly not prudes and curse words have a long history, even I remember when if a man said a curse word in front of a lady he immediately apologized. I do not remember hearing women curse as a child, although I am sure they did at some point or even thought it. A friend’s mother used to say “SUGAR!” when something went wrong. I heard my father say the F word a sum total of 2 times in my entire life. First when I was a child while repairing the air conditioner and he ripped his hand open. He was extremely embarrassed and told me I should never have heard that word and second as an adult. I can’t remember the details of that one because by that time I had heard it from others.
Okay, how about a Zoom meeting on Wednesday at 5:15 California time. That would give Kevin a little breather between his already planned Zoom meeting and should catch the rest of you.
We can aim to finish by 6–that’s only 45 minutes–but I, for one, don’t like to talk with anyone after 9 pm! LOL
The “homework,” is either a WV memory or something you’ve come to appreciate during our Sheltering in Place.
Come prepared to share.
Unless I hear a major outcry in the next few hours, I’ll schedule it later today.
K, that sounds similar to what ATI said about Naomi. It is a sign of the immaturity of much of modern Christianity that so many so-called teachers cannot grasp that bitterness is a descriptive term, having many different connotations in different contexts. It does not always refer to sin, it also describes the relentless pain that the effects of a fallen world wreak on humanity. Naomi had been dealt four very bitter blows, first the loss of home due to a famine, the loss of a husband, the loss of her two sons, and there was by implication a fifth bitterness, the fact that she now had no hope of having grandchildren. Even in this cultural context, we understand the pain; but in her cultural context, she was utterly destitute, a dried up husk just waiting for death.Widowhood without children meant complete desolation. I knew a widow in West Africa, whose situation was desperate, but not quite so desperate, because this widow had young sons that would grow up to take their father’s property – without those sons, she would have been forced to either marry again or take refuge with relatives, both of which meant a vital loss of freedom (there is more to the story). In asking to be called bitter, Naomi tells her neighbours to their faces what she knew they would be saying about her behind her back. Knowing the desolation of her future life, Naomi gave a chance to her daughters in law to not suffer the fate she foresees for herself. Remember the desperate action, Tamar, Judah’s daughter in law had to take in order to get out of the unbearable situation Judah left her in due to his fear. Naomi may well have had Tamar’s story in mind, as she herself was of the house of Judah, when she offered her daughters in law freedom to again become marriageable women in their parents’ houses, rather than remains ng a part of their husbands’ family – Hindu culture also makes a woman a permanent part of her husband’s family, even after widowhood, which helps explain the practice of suttee, as a quick death might seem better than a living death. Oprah took Naomi’s way out, but Ruth went by faith with her mother-in-law to a life of obscurity, not knowing that she would end up marrying the heir of Judah.
Like all stories in the Bible, there are layers upon layers to this one. There was another consideration Naomi had in giving her daughters in law the option of returning home. They were Moabites, descendants of Lot’s eldest daughter. They were enemies of the Israelites with a curse upon them, a curse that stated the child of a Moabite could not enter the congregation of Israel, not even to the tenth generation, because Moabite women had seduced the Israelites into idolatry (Leviticus 25:1-2; Deuteronomy 23:2-4). Not only were they widows, they were illegal aliens in Israel. They would have outlived Naomi to live in a hostile land, which they were permanently barred from becoming citizens in. In essence, just as his father Salmon before him did in marrying a Canaanite who had been a prostitute, Boaz violated the law in marrying Ruth, and made his descendants cursed, and thereby, enabled humanity to be redeemed from the curse.
I never heard my dad say the “F” word but I did hear the sailor words at times when he experienced car troubles. When my mother had troubles with the sewing machine jamming up she would say, “Flitter, flitter s___!” That was so unique and I always wondered what prompted the saying. It’s like when it hits the fan or something. I suppose since they lived on a farm in Alabama that it probably referred to barnyard animals. It was a rare occasion when I heard her say that. But truly, it made an impression.
Thank you all again so much for your condolences and prayers.
If you remember the times I came to the blog early some Friday mornings, announcing I was heading out to Bible study in a bit, those were days I would be going to one of Karen’s studies.
We met two Fridays a month — usually the first and third weeks — until COVID-19 resulted in the church closing for in-person services and Bible studies. Then we continued our study by phone.
Karen would call me around 8:30am on the Bible study mornings and we’d pray and then study Colossians.
After she started chemo in May, she was too tired to prepare and lead Bible studies. (She was also doing a Sunday morning study of Galatians via email, and that stopped around the same time.) I called Karen on May 15 and June 5 and we would talk a little and share prayer requests, but that was about all.
I have a calendar in my Friday-morning Bible study folder. Karen would distribute a new calendar every June, just as the old calendar was ending. It was actually a photocopy of the school year calendar for our church school, so the calendar ran from July through June each year.
On the Bible study dates, Karen would draw a square around the number.
The 2019-2020 calendar ends, then, with June 2020. The final square is drawn around June 19.
The morning Karen went home to the Lord.
Karen’s youngest daughter called me that morning to let me know of her mom’s passing. It was almost 8:30 — almost the Bible study start time.
When Amber and I finished our phone conversation, I recalled that on a Bible study morning a couple of decades ago, I had arrived at Karen’s study and was greeted by another member who was going to lead instead that day, as Karen had just that morning given birth to Amber.
Karen loved her children very well and so dearly.
She loved her husband deeply, as well. This coming Saturday will have been their 33rd wedding anniversary.
And she cared so much for her friends. More than I can ever say.
But most of all, she loved her Lord. The Word of God was ever on her tongue and in her written communications. She wouldn’t want to be put up on a pedestal — she knew she needed a Savior as much as anyone else does — but her whole life was devoted to pointing the way to Christ, always endeavoring to walk faithfully with Him along her journey.
All of us who knew Karen were blessed of God that He allowed her to be part of our lives.
Thanks for reading my rambling and very incomplete tribute to my dear friend. Praise God for the loved ones He places in your lives.
Roscuro That was my take exactly. The man is doing an overview of the books of the bible, so he is just hitting highlights of each in one sermon. Nevertheless, he often has a different take than I do and often seems to miss the point, IMO. He was also leading an adult bible study and I have taken issue with some of his points. He actually mentioned in a sermon how much he likes the study because we aren’t afraid to point out disagreements. Particularly one woman, who I believe was me. I did not take it as a put down.
I think he was just thinking AS a man and not considering her reality. I do agree that the whole idea of the kinsman-redeemer is the main point.
6 arrows, what a legacy she’s left. And such good reminders to us all as we live each day.
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I’ve been so sluggish today, even after 9 hours of sleep, so I finally made some coffee, first time I’ve done that in weeks. It’s definitely helping. At least I’m still sitting upright at my desk.
Gardener was here, I’m not getting anywhere with my one story but will be covering the covid #s update for LB later today, sent a question in to be asked in the queue.
Janice, yes, car troubles would always do it 🙂 The other time I remember was on our hot summer road trip to Iowa the year our clunky old car decided to break down and wound up in the shop during the entire time we were visiting.
Meanwhile, I’ve begun re-reading “Strength for the Weary,” appropriately — by Derek Thomas. From the introduction:
… “And trials seem, at least to us, to have no purpose. … Of course, nothing God does is ‘without reason’ for Him. His actions are always purposeful. Nothing He does is random. But it sometimes appears to us as though God’s actions are indiscriminate and haphazard. The trials seem pointless — so much so that we find ourselves thinking, ‘Does God really care?'” Finding help in the midst of our trials is what this book is about. And the help that we have in mind is that offered in the second half of Isaiah. … “
As for the use of foul language in the “olden days”, I was surprised by the use of g**d*** in Grapes of Wrath, published in 1939. I think there might have been an f-bomb or two in it.
I don’t remember ever hearing my dad using foul language. He did not consider it to be gentlemanly. He did say “for crying out loud” on the tennis courts.
My dad used one word that Mom told us never to use, that it was habit for Dad but not a habit she wanted us to pick up . . . “Gee.” (A minced oath, a shortened form of “Jesus”–and yes, the dictionary supports that.) He also would say “Shoot!” which I eventually realized was a different version of another word. But I’ve never heard anyone in my family use a “bad word.”
In fact, we were actually rather silly about it. We kids weren’t taught “poop” but “BM.” We weren’t taught “pee” but “potty,” which somehow got shortened to “pot.” My teacher would look at me in puzzlement the first time I raised my hand and explained I needed to “go pot.” We didn’t sit on our butts but on our bottoms. And OK, different families have different vocabulary, but we ended up thinking all those other words were dirty words. We almost sensed we couldn’t be friends with someone if we heard her say “butt”–and that’s sad.
The thing is, poop and crap and feces and dung and all the others are just different words for the same thing. I don’t like the cultural acceptance of people using the F-word three times in a sentence for three different parts of speech–but it certainly has lost its power to shock. In fact just about the only “bad word” we have left, culturally speaking, is “the N-word.” And that one cannot be said in any context at all. I saw a news story the other day in which a black person said, “She said, ‘N-word,'” and the news story explains that according to the dictionary, “N-word” refers to a word that is considered offensive and derogatory. Which tells us nothing at all beyond what was originally said. But I don’t care about these words; I don’t like to hear God’s name misused, and I don’t particularly enjoy conversation with tons of salty language, but I don’t really see it as a moral issue.
My dad also grew up on an Iowa farm during the depression — the youngest of 3 boys who was picked on frequently and became known for his fighting spirit and a temper to match his red hair.
Peter, autocorrect wrote it. To the digital matrix, Orpah is an obscure name in a book full of names and Oprah is a well known pop culture figure – so the algorithm is going to correct to the pop culture figure.
My father does not swear or curse. My grandfather apparently swore on occasion, although not in polite company. But yes, people did swear in other eras, just as much as now. Remember how Laura Ingalls was not to go near the railroad workers, who used ‘rough language’. The terms ‘salty’ language and ‘swore like sailor’ refer to a reputation for swearing and cursing among seafarers – John Newton said he used to blaspheme horribly. I remember a documentary on WWII that mentioned that soldiers writing home used f-u-g-g as a censorship substitute.
I see cursing and swearing as wrong because of what curse words actually mean. The routine wishing of sexual assault or eternal suffering on people would fall within what James says about the hypocrisy of blessing God and cursing those who are made in His of image. Taking God’s name in vain is much, much more than using it as an exclamation, since anyone who claims to serve God but does not obey him is taking his name in vain, but the exclamation is still a vain use. Swearing oaths for the sake of being emphatic, as Christ said, is not needed. One should simply speak the truth.
We did not use the coarser terms for bodily functions either. Still don’t care for them. But I realize it is not an issue to most people. It bothers me to hear my daughter refer to my granddaughter by some of those terms and I have mentioned my concern. She usually tries to honor that. Should my granddaughter grow up thinking of herself as a whiny b…? I don’t think so. I prefer to refer to her as precious gift or some such.
Second in-law uses coarser terms. English is not his mother tongue and the working class English used in the environments in which he grew up used the coarser terms. Some of our distinctions are really just a polite fiction, held over from what Peter and I were talking about with French/Latin origin words being associated with upper class society and politeness, and Anglo-Saxon words being considered low class and coarse. Really, used in its proper context the s- word is no worse than feces, but it is seldom used in its proper context. The b- word shouldn’t be used of humans, as it refers to a female dog. The a-word for a donkey, has, by virtue of regional pronunciation, gotten mixed up with the Anglo-Saxon term for buttocks, meaning that the donkey word has become more impolite than it once was – being compared to a donkey has always been an insult, but now the term is taken to compare someone to a part of anatomy. There are times in Scripture when less polite language is used for emphasis, like the curse on several different kings of Israel that God would not leave anyone that p- against a wall. We read the Bible together as a family in my formative years, and those passages always produced a sensation of cognitive dissonance, as politeness was alongside cleanliness as being next to godliness.
Nobody in my family eve cursed. We didn’t even use “by words” and my mother called them.
Later, a friend in college said that they used due to lack of proper vocabulary. But I never totally believed that. It is a method of expressing anger, dismay, etc.
I did start using the “F-word” in the Air Force because I wanted to sound tough like the other guys. But as I matured, I dropped that too.
“Oh me” is an expression I often used at work. And a friend and colleague made a cartoon of it that I put on my desk.
King George VI had a favorite curse word and it seemed to help him with his stutter. My Mom liked that word and she would say it as quickly as George…but she was not a stutterer… 🙃
Rscuro- Cursed autocorrect. I have it turned off since I sometimes use both English and Spanish together when writing homework or quizzes for my classes. It also forces me to proofread, which I occasionally forget to do.
eighteen year old has threatened to beat me up, beat up the baby, threatened to burn us down….mike is shuttling…twenty three is at work…fourteen is in Boise…just twelve is here..prayers
Wow. You guys are amazing prayer warriors. Or God took mercy. She said she was done, being angry was stressing her out. She put down her weapons, picked up after herself, went to her room to listen to music and color. Thank you, God. Thank you, people.
She has been going on all day, except for the bike ride/walk to town and back. And the threats were escalating and then suddenly, done. I hope it is a long term done and not just until tomorrow morning. This is exhausting. Mike has been handling most of it for the past several months but he is wearing out.
When I was in my late 20s I was in a devotional meeting, when Henrietta, an elderly missionary, said it bothered her when younger believers used “the devil’s nicknames for God”. All us younger believers looked at each other in puzzlement trying to figure out what she was talking about. Finally someone asked her. It seemed really to fluster her to have to voice the example, “Oh, gee.”
That was the first time it ever occurred to me that “gee” was a watered-down “Jesus” used as a swear word. Since then I use words like that less, but they’re so deeply embedded from my childhood that they still pop out sometimes.
When we were little kids my parents’ language was very clean. Once we were all in our teens we started hearing dad sometimes throw out a d-mn or a h-ll or a cr-p, but I can’t remember him ever using stronger language than that, and I don’t remember mom ever using words stronger than “darn”.
I was able to spend a wonderfully sweet weekend with my dad (and my sister and stepmom), who does not seem to have much time left on this earth. What a legacy we were able to talk about. I am so thankful for him and for the ability to visit with him once more.
It worked out well to watch the grands at their own home. Much easier.
Tomorrow a friend is coming for a several day visit. Which will be strange as I have been alone for so long. As I have been thinking about this visit, I realized that she has probably been feeling the same deep loneliness that I have. We are both alone. I have more family, but they are busy. May God use this time to help us connect and to find ways to go on.
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Good morning! I saw the flowers change. We got 2 grandsons on Saturday who are to stay a couple of weeks. Lots of projects. We put up the pool yesterday. It finished filling about 2 am.
6 arrows, I am so sorry for your loss.
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Kathaleena has pretty flowers.
When I was in the AF, I used to take pictures of almost everything. We had 35mm film and sent it ot Rochester, NY to be developed. Later, in Hendersonville, I went through all those pictures of Pakistand mountains and threw them away.
I began to realize that we never go back to look at pictures that don’t have somebody in them. I don’t take pictures anymore. I have grandkids who take multitudes of pictures. But they all have someone in them.
I have an expensive 35mm camera that is useless. Chuck will throw it away someday.
But I can’t. It cost over $300
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I had to take more medication than usual to do it, but I made it through the weekend.
We need rain. The grass is looking dry the way it does at the end of August, and it is the middle of June.
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Good morning, Wanderers. This Wanderer does not wander far these days.
I am very sorry to learn last night (as I caught up on the threads) about your loss of Karen, 6 Arrows. From all you’ve said about her she would have been a treasured friend to any of us here. I am thankful that you were blessed to be close friends with her and know her well so you will be able to offer unique personalized comfort to her family.
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We are super dry and crispy here. Rain is definitely needed.
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That is a gorgeous pot of flowers, Kathaleena! It is overflowing with beauty.
Yesterday was such a busy day for me with church related activities. I did not do the Sunday school time but during that 9:30 hour I received a text that someone in a nursing home had requested that our prayer team, as a group, call and pray over her on a conference call. We had quite a few texts between us all trying to arrange for a time we could all make it. The next thing I knew, it was time for church via Facebook Live. The service went a little past 11:45 when I was suppose to be on a regular Sunday prayer call to pray over the church and leaders for about an hour. After that I got busy making a Happy 90th Birthday poster/card for my church friend. I was just going to hang it on her door, but when I got to her home, her family was all there setting up in the yard for her party. I did get to go in and see her, wearing my mask. That was the most people I have been around in months. I was glad the poster I made was put to good use outside for her party. It was more colorful, elaborate, and pretty than the posters they had made. I had cut hearts out of gift wrap and glued them on, added bows, curling ribbon, and used crayon to color in words I had written. I did not stay for long because then it was time to be on the group call to pray over the nursing home lady. After that I could catch my breath. I planned to make brownies for a Father’s Day treat but Art said he’d rather have biscuits because it had been awhile since I had made those. Art did receive a call from Wesley.
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Sounds like a full day, Janice.
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Chas, whether or not we ever go back to look at pictures that don’t have someone in them depends on the purpose for taking the photo. A couple decades ago I took a driving trip through Arizona (I flew from Chicago and rented a car) just to take photos of Arizona scenery. I stayed with my mom for the day trips of southern Arizona and with an elderly friend for the day trips of northern Arizona, and I did take photos of both ladies, too, but the purpose was to take photos of the beauty of my home state (including the Grand Canyon, though unfortunately circumstances conspired against me not to get great shots of it).
I love taking photos of people and can take pretty good shots of people. But I don’t take photos of strangers, we don’t see our kids very often to take many photos of them (and in fact they’re camera shy anyway), and there’s only so many photos I can take of one person (my husband).
Most of my photos–the vast majority–are of natural beauty and interesting things God has created. I take shots of really tiny insects and wildflowers and allow people to see them better, and I take shots of deer and their fawns just because they are a marvel, and I take shots of natural landscapes, too. My photos rarely have people in them, but they show God’s creative handiwork. Ansel Adams rarely (never?) had people in his photos in them, either, but the purposes of the photos were different.
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But Janice was busy doing something useful.
At the end of the day, something happened.
That is good.
I can’t say that. Nothing happened.
Nothing.
LindaS sent me an e-mail saying today would by my father’s 111 year birthday.
Seems like yesterday.
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Chas- Tell Chuck to put the camera on e-bay and see if it sells. You can still get the film for those old cameras, and some places will develop the pictures.
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That was me. I don’t know what happened. It did before I was ready.
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Peter, Chuck will inherit it someday, along with a million CD’s he can decide to sell.
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Chas, your hours count for love, for caring for Elvera as God wants you to be His hands, heart, and feet in her life.
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Exactly right Janice.
I tell LindaS that I am worth $5000/mo just sitting here, fixing dinner and washing dishes.
That’s what it would cost to put her in a nursing home. (maybe more)
And she would hate it there. She needs someone who cares.
That’s me.
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What a blessing, Chas, for you to be able to keep her with you. I think that especially now with what we see going on in too many nursing/senior centers. I know many good ones, but with being allowed no visitors none are good, IMO. I understand the need, but it must be devastating to so many. I am glad my sister has my mom living with her and not alone somewhere. She has enough difficulty understanding what is going on without that added stress.
My mom always told me to have someone in a picture and I do that a lot. However, with the digital cameras and phones we can (and do) take a myriad of photos and do not have to worry about ‘wasting’ film. That was a real issue in the good ol’ days.
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In a recent sermon I heard a different view of Naomi from the book of Ruth. The man who gave was raised as a Jew and converted. I find his viewpoint interesting, but was not thrilled with his view of Naomi. To me he viewed her way too much as a man who would have had choices.
His take was that Naomi didn’t care at all about her daughters-in-law because of her own bitterness. I have always read (and think) that, in fact, Naomi loved her daughters-in-law and that is why she tells them not to come with her. She has nothing to give to them. They have no chance of finding a husband (in Naomi’s limited view) if they come with her and she has nothing to provide for them. OTOH, if they return to their own parents they may be able to be remarried and provided for, at the very least.
Also, Naomi does change her name to ‘bitter’. It makes sense that she may feel God has treated her bitterly in that she may have tried all in her power to serve him the best she could. She, as a woman, would have no choice but to follow her husband. She may have made the best of her sons marrying foreign women. She must have treated them well and showed her DIL good things about her God, since Ruth, at least, wants to stay with Ruth and follow Ruth’s God. Naomi does not turn her back on God; merely acknowledges the bitterness she has been dealt.
The man who spoke had nothing good to say about Naomi and I think missed the main point about the kinsman redeemer, which he didn’t even mention.
I am just curious what you think about any of this.
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Naomi: I have often thought what a bitter woman she is! But then remember that there are many Christians who deal with depression all the time and the point is to be faithful. She was. She loved her daughters in law and they appear to have loved her.
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It was hard to get up this morning. Another Monday, another week. PT at 5 p.m. today. What month is it again?
Chas, that’s why there are so many photos in our old family photo box of (usually unnamed) people just standing there and looking at the camera. 🙂
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Kathaleena, “bitter” can mean bad-tasting; it doesn’t have to mean what we think of, a person with a scowl on her face. I don’t think Naomi wore the scowl.
Without the kinsman-redeemer, the story wouldn’t be in Scripture. A sermon that doesn’t point to Christ is really only moralism, not the Gospel. (Christians need the Gospel, too. Our only hope is in Christ.)
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I have joined Chas in fearing for the future of our country. My heart hurts. I think of BG and I think of Little Miss. I don’t want to leave them the version of the United States I see in the future.
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6 Arrows. My deepest sympathy on the loss of your friend.
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Me too 6 Arrows. Asking God to lift you all.
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Off to watch the littlest grands for the day. Waiting to see if Mom gets off without young man having a melt down. This will probably be more exhausting than my hikes.
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I think that sermon was the kind to watch out for that can lead people astray, Kathaleena. I have never ever gotten that message from reading the book of Ruth. I think Naomi was at a low point as she reviewed her life and recent losses and even more as she expected to lose all her DILs, too. It seemed an appropriate time for her to go through a season of depression (Ecclesiastes, a time for this, a time for that). People say things when depressed that they would not normally say. I don’t think she stayed there though. That man does not need to be preaching/teaching his twisted thoughts, IMO. She showed purist love for her DILs in considering their needs above her own.
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I was forced to watch the entire episode of the new Perry Mason series. I was horrified by the language and sex. WHY???? The portrayal of Perry Mason was a divorced, almost alcoholic scumbag. He was disheveled and a deadbeat dad.
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https://www.latimes.com/entertainment-arts/tv/story/2020-06-19/perry-mason-hbo-matthew-rhys-tatiana-maslany
It’s really as bad as I told you. I’m not the only one with the opinion.
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Kim, I agree, parts of that were pretty shocking, not at all what I was exepecting. My only hope would be that it cleans itself up.
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Eighteen year old daughter refused to go with twenty three and twelve to work the job she has always been eager to do. And dinner was provided along with snacks. So she is here, outside and I am here inside with granddaughter. I told her she has not been making choices in her best interest. She agreed.
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So sorry to read of 6 Arrow’s loss.
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I’d seen snippets of good reviews from other places and the Times doesn’t totally pan it. I don’t mind a Perry Mason in his younger, tougher years, trying to get through what was a rough-and-tumble LA in the ’20s or ’30s. Things no doubt were pretty brutal and not politically correct.
But did people really use the ‘f’ word in regular conversation back then? Maybe. But it seemed like they were overlaying today’s casual use of it, I tend to think it was not something that was used that much in public or regular discourse until now.
And yeah, I could have done without the language and a couple scenes, for sure. Too bad, it had promise I think. From the Times review:
~ The series, which ultimately feels like the very long pilot for what could make a fine series yet to come, is easily enjoyable, nicely played and smartly designed, with some well-executed big set pieces; it is also occasionally unpleasant, a little nutty toward the end and too long and too busy for the material. By the time the last loose threads are tied, mostly in expected knots, you may find your emotional investment has dwindled considerably, or even that, among its many sidestreams and back stories, you have forgotten what the point was. ~
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While past generations were certainly not prudes and curse words have a long history, even I remember when if a man said a curse word in front of a lady he immediately apologized. I do not remember hearing women curse as a child, although I am sure they did at some point or even thought it. A friend’s mother used to say “SUGAR!” when something went wrong. I heard my father say the F word a sum total of 2 times in my entire life. First when I was a child while repairing the air conditioner and he ripped his hand open. He was extremely embarrassed and told me I should never have heard that word and second as an adult. I can’t remember the details of that one because by that time I had heard it from others.
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Kathleena, we could make money with our Betty Crocker cookbooks: https://www.amazon.com/Betty-Crockers-Cookbook-Text-13816/dp/B07MGKDKMX/
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I never heard my father use the ‘f’ word — and he was a WWII sailor, I heard a lot of other words through the years. But never “that” one.
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Okay, how about a Zoom meeting on Wednesday at 5:15 California time. That would give Kevin a little breather between his already planned Zoom meeting and should catch the rest of you.
We can aim to finish by 6–that’s only 45 minutes–but I, for one, don’t like to talk with anyone after 9 pm! LOL
The “homework,” is either a WV memory or something you’ve come to appreciate during our Sheltering in Place.
Come prepared to share.
Unless I hear a major outcry in the next few hours, I’ll schedule it later today.
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And yes, I never heard my mom or other women swear.
Most ‘words’ I probably heard at one time was when my dad got stuck on a nearby traffic circle and couldn’t get out.
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K, that sounds similar to what ATI said about Naomi. It is a sign of the immaturity of much of modern Christianity that so many so-called teachers cannot grasp that bitterness is a descriptive term, having many different connotations in different contexts. It does not always refer to sin, it also describes the relentless pain that the effects of a fallen world wreak on humanity. Naomi had been dealt four very bitter blows, first the loss of home due to a famine, the loss of a husband, the loss of her two sons, and there was by implication a fifth bitterness, the fact that she now had no hope of having grandchildren. Even in this cultural context, we understand the pain; but in her cultural context, she was utterly destitute, a dried up husk just waiting for death.Widowhood without children meant complete desolation. I knew a widow in West Africa, whose situation was desperate, but not quite so desperate, because this widow had young sons that would grow up to take their father’s property – without those sons, she would have been forced to either marry again or take refuge with relatives, both of which meant a vital loss of freedom (there is more to the story). In asking to be called bitter, Naomi tells her neighbours to their faces what she knew they would be saying about her behind her back. Knowing the desolation of her future life, Naomi gave a chance to her daughters in law to not suffer the fate she foresees for herself. Remember the desperate action, Tamar, Judah’s daughter in law had to take in order to get out of the unbearable situation Judah left her in due to his fear. Naomi may well have had Tamar’s story in mind, as she herself was of the house of Judah, when she offered her daughters in law freedom to again become marriageable women in their parents’ houses, rather than remains ng a part of their husbands’ family – Hindu culture also makes a woman a permanent part of her husband’s family, even after widowhood, which helps explain the practice of suttee, as a quick death might seem better than a living death. Oprah took Naomi’s way out, but Ruth went by faith with her mother-in-law to a life of obscurity, not knowing that she would end up marrying the heir of Judah.
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Like all stories in the Bible, there are layers upon layers to this one. There was another consideration Naomi had in giving her daughters in law the option of returning home. They were Moabites, descendants of Lot’s eldest daughter. They were enemies of the Israelites with a curse upon them, a curse that stated the child of a Moabite could not enter the congregation of Israel, not even to the tenth generation, because Moabite women had seduced the Israelites into idolatry (Leviticus 25:1-2; Deuteronomy 23:2-4). Not only were they widows, they were illegal aliens in Israel. They would have outlived Naomi to live in a hostile land, which they were permanently barred from becoming citizens in. In essence, just as his father Salmon before him did in marrying a Canaanite who had been a prostitute, Boaz violated the law in marrying Ruth, and made his descendants cursed, and thereby, enabled humanity to be redeemed from the curse.
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A lot of little people are taking down statues of big people.
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They think they are Davids taking on Goliath but they are really just destroyers looking for purpose.
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I never heard my dad say the “F” word but I did hear the sailor words at times when he experienced car troubles. When my mother had troubles with the sewing machine jamming up she would say, “Flitter, flitter s___!” That was so unique and I always wondered what prompted the saying. It’s like when it hits the fan or something. I suppose since they lived on a farm in Alabama that it probably referred to barnyard animals. It was a rare occasion when I heard her say that. But truly, it made an impression.
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Thank you all again so much for your condolences and prayers.
If you remember the times I came to the blog early some Friday mornings, announcing I was heading out to Bible study in a bit, those were days I would be going to one of Karen’s studies.
We met two Fridays a month — usually the first and third weeks — until COVID-19 resulted in the church closing for in-person services and Bible studies. Then we continued our study by phone.
Karen would call me around 8:30am on the Bible study mornings and we’d pray and then study Colossians.
After she started chemo in May, she was too tired to prepare and lead Bible studies. (She was also doing a Sunday morning study of Galatians via email, and that stopped around the same time.) I called Karen on May 15 and June 5 and we would talk a little and share prayer requests, but that was about all.
I have a calendar in my Friday-morning Bible study folder. Karen would distribute a new calendar every June, just as the old calendar was ending. It was actually a photocopy of the school year calendar for our church school, so the calendar ran from July through June each year.
On the Bible study dates, Karen would draw a square around the number.
The 2019-2020 calendar ends, then, with June 2020. The final square is drawn around June 19.
The morning Karen went home to the Lord.
Karen’s youngest daughter called me that morning to let me know of her mom’s passing. It was almost 8:30 — almost the Bible study start time.
When Amber and I finished our phone conversation, I recalled that on a Bible study morning a couple of decades ago, I had arrived at Karen’s study and was greeted by another member who was going to lead instead that day, as Karen had just that morning given birth to Amber.
Karen loved her children very well and so dearly.
She loved her husband deeply, as well. This coming Saturday will have been their 33rd wedding anniversary.
And she cared so much for her friends. More than I can ever say.
But most of all, she loved her Lord. The Word of God was ever on her tongue and in her written communications. She wouldn’t want to be put up on a pedestal — she knew she needed a Savior as much as anyone else does — but her whole life was devoted to pointing the way to Christ, always endeavoring to walk faithfully with Him along her journey.
All of us who knew Karen were blessed of God that He allowed her to be part of our lives.
Thanks for reading my rambling and very incomplete tribute to my dear friend. Praise God for the loved ones He places in your lives.
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Roscuro That was my take exactly. The man is doing an overview of the books of the bible, so he is just hitting highlights of each in one sermon. Nevertheless, he often has a different take than I do and often seems to miss the point, IMO. He was also leading an adult bible study and I have taken issue with some of his points. He actually mentioned in a sermon how much he likes the study because we aren’t afraid to point out disagreements. Particularly one woman, who I believe was me. I did not take it as a put down.
I think he was just thinking AS a man and not considering her reality. I do agree that the whole idea of the kinsman-redeemer is the main point.
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Police reform is, and should be, a local issue.
Nothing good is going to come of congress meddling in this.
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6 arrows, what a legacy she’s left. And such good reminders to us all as we live each day.
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I’ve been so sluggish today, even after 9 hours of sleep, so I finally made some coffee, first time I’ve done that in weeks. It’s definitely helping. At least I’m still sitting upright at my desk.
Gardener was here, I’m not getting anywhere with my one story but will be covering the covid #s update for LB later today, sent a question in to be asked in the queue.
Janice, yes, car troubles would always do it 🙂 The other time I remember was on our hot summer road trip to Iowa the year our clunky old car decided to break down and wound up in the shop during the entire time we were visiting.
Meanwhile, I’ve begun re-reading “Strength for the Weary,” appropriately — by Derek Thomas. From the introduction:
… “And trials seem, at least to us, to have no purpose. … Of course, nothing God does is ‘without reason’ for Him. His actions are always purposeful. Nothing He does is random. But it sometimes appears to us as though God’s actions are indiscriminate and haphazard. The trials seem pointless — so much so that we find ourselves thinking, ‘Does God really care?'” Finding help in the midst of our trials is what this book is about. And the help that we have in mind is that offered in the second half of Isaiah. … “
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Our local (defaced) statues were power washed today, but debate will be forthcoming on what to do with them …
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Roscuro- You wrote “Oprah”, you meant Orpah. Oprah Winfield’s parents made the same mistake when naming her.
As for Naomi, I believe her bitterness turned to joy at the end of the book.
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As for the use of foul language in the “olden days”, I was surprised by the use of g**d*** in Grapes of Wrath, published in 1939. I think there might have been an f-bomb or two in it.
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Probably related to their old jalopy?
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I don’t remember ever hearing my dad using foul language. He did not consider it to be gentlemanly. He did say “for crying out loud” on the tennis courts.
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My dad used one word that Mom told us never to use, that it was habit for Dad but not a habit she wanted us to pick up . . . “Gee.” (A minced oath, a shortened form of “Jesus”–and yes, the dictionary supports that.) He also would say “Shoot!” which I eventually realized was a different version of another word. But I’ve never heard anyone in my family use a “bad word.”
In fact, we were actually rather silly about it. We kids weren’t taught “poop” but “BM.” We weren’t taught “pee” but “potty,” which somehow got shortened to “pot.” My teacher would look at me in puzzlement the first time I raised my hand and explained I needed to “go pot.” We didn’t sit on our butts but on our bottoms. And OK, different families have different vocabulary, but we ended up thinking all those other words were dirty words. We almost sensed we couldn’t be friends with someone if we heard her say “butt”–and that’s sad.
The thing is, poop and crap and feces and dung and all the others are just different words for the same thing. I don’t like the cultural acceptance of people using the F-word three times in a sentence for three different parts of speech–but it certainly has lost its power to shock. In fact just about the only “bad word” we have left, culturally speaking, is “the N-word.” And that one cannot be said in any context at all. I saw a news story the other day in which a black person said, “She said, ‘N-word,'” and the news story explains that according to the dictionary, “N-word” refers to a word that is considered offensive and derogatory. Which tells us nothing at all beyond what was originally said. But I don’t care about these words; I don’t like to hear God’s name misused, and I don’t particularly enjoy conversation with tons of salty language, but I don’t really see it as a moral issue.
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My dad also grew up on an Iowa farm during the depression — the youngest of 3 boys who was picked on frequently and became known for his fighting spirit and a temper to match his red hair.
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I now am keeping a rolling pin next to my desk — I’m supposed to keep “rolling” my thigh above the knee to keep the swelling down when I’m sitting.
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Peter, autocorrect wrote it. To the digital matrix, Orpah is an obscure name in a book full of names and Oprah is a well known pop culture figure – so the algorithm is going to correct to the pop culture figure.
My father does not swear or curse. My grandfather apparently swore on occasion, although not in polite company. But yes, people did swear in other eras, just as much as now. Remember how Laura Ingalls was not to go near the railroad workers, who used ‘rough language’. The terms ‘salty’ language and ‘swore like sailor’ refer to a reputation for swearing and cursing among seafarers – John Newton said he used to blaspheme horribly. I remember a documentary on WWII that mentioned that soldiers writing home used f-u-g-g as a censorship substitute.
I see cursing and swearing as wrong because of what curse words actually mean. The routine wishing of sexual assault or eternal suffering on people would fall within what James says about the hypocrisy of blessing God and cursing those who are made in His of image. Taking God’s name in vain is much, much more than using it as an exclamation, since anyone who claims to serve God but does not obey him is taking his name in vain, but the exclamation is still a vain use. Swearing oaths for the sake of being emphatic, as Christ said, is not needed. One should simply speak the truth.
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That is what my dad, the unbeliever, believed.
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We did not use the coarser terms for bodily functions either. Still don’t care for them. But I realize it is not an issue to most people. It bothers me to hear my daughter refer to my granddaughter by some of those terms and I have mentioned my concern. She usually tries to honor that. Should my granddaughter grow up thinking of herself as a whiny b…? I don’t think so. I prefer to refer to her as precious gift or some such.
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Second in-law uses coarser terms. English is not his mother tongue and the working class English used in the environments in which he grew up used the coarser terms. Some of our distinctions are really just a polite fiction, held over from what Peter and I were talking about with French/Latin origin words being associated with upper class society and politeness, and Anglo-Saxon words being considered low class and coarse. Really, used in its proper context the s- word is no worse than feces, but it is seldom used in its proper context. The b- word shouldn’t be used of humans, as it refers to a female dog. The a-word for a donkey, has, by virtue of regional pronunciation, gotten mixed up with the Anglo-Saxon term for buttocks, meaning that the donkey word has become more impolite than it once was – being compared to a donkey has always been an insult, but now the term is taken to compare someone to a part of anatomy. There are times in Scripture when less polite language is used for emphasis, like the curse on several different kings of Israel that God would not leave anyone that p- against a wall. We read the Bible together as a family in my formative years, and those passages always produced a sensation of cognitive dissonance, as politeness was alongside cleanliness as being next to godliness.
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Nobody in my family eve cursed. We didn’t even use “by words” and my mother called them.
Later, a friend in college said that they used due to lack of proper vocabulary. But I never totally believed that. It is a method of expressing anger, dismay, etc.
I did start using the “F-word” in the Air Force because I wanted to sound tough like the other guys. But as I matured, I dropped that too.
“Oh me” is an expression I often used at work. And a friend and colleague made a cartoon of it that I put on my desk.
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King George VI had a favorite curse word and it seemed to help him with his stutter. My Mom liked that word and she would say it as quickly as George…but she was not a stutterer… 🙃
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A good, thoughtful article on police and race relations: https://www.dennyburk.com/can-we-weep-with-those-who-weep/
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My PT appt was Tuesday, not today, but that’s a problem as I have an eye appt Tuesday afternoon; so I’m on a ‘wait’ list again.
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I’ve never had so many “dr” appts in my life.
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Rscuro- Cursed autocorrect. I have it turned off since I sometimes use both English and Spanish together when writing homework or quizzes for my classes. It also forces me to proofread, which I occasionally forget to do.
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Chas, I also have an expensive 35 mm camera that I can’t throw away. My dad bought it for me as a college graduation present.
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Like that post. *Roscuro
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eighteen year old has threatened to beat me up, beat up the baby, threatened to burn us down….mike is shuttling…twenty three is at work…fourteen is in Boise…just twelve is here..prayers
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Praying now Mumsee
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Wow. You guys are amazing prayer warriors. Or God took mercy. She said she was done, being angry was stressing her out. She put down her weapons, picked up after herself, went to her room to listen to music and color. Thank you, God. Thank you, people.
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She has been going on all day, except for the bike ride/walk to town and back. And the threats were escalating and then suddenly, done. I hope it is a long term done and not just until tomorrow morning. This is exhausting. Mike has been handling most of it for the past several months but he is wearing out.
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When I was in my late 20s I was in a devotional meeting, when Henrietta, an elderly missionary, said it bothered her when younger believers used “the devil’s nicknames for God”. All us younger believers looked at each other in puzzlement trying to figure out what she was talking about. Finally someone asked her. It seemed really to fluster her to have to voice the example, “Oh, gee.”
That was the first time it ever occurred to me that “gee” was a watered-down “Jesus” used as a swear word. Since then I use words like that less, but they’re so deeply embedded from my childhood that they still pop out sometimes.
When we were little kids my parents’ language was very clean. Once we were all in our teens we started hearing dad sometimes throw out a d-mn or a h-ll or a cr-p, but I can’t remember him ever using stronger language than that, and I don’t remember mom ever using words stronger than “darn”.
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I was able to spend a wonderfully sweet weekend with my dad (and my sister and stepmom), who does not seem to have much time left on this earth. What a legacy we were able to talk about. I am so thankful for him and for the ability to visit with him once more.
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Amen, Kare.
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I’m so glad you got to have a lovely weekend with your dad, Kare. So beautiful are the legacy-builders in our lives.
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I’ll set up Zoom tomorrow, probably in the early afternoon. Today slipped away.
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Amen Mumsee…the Lord is so good to bring calm to the situation ❤️
Kare what a sweet post. I am so thankful you could spend time with your Dad…. ❤️
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It worked out well to watch the grands at their own home. Much easier.
Tomorrow a friend is coming for a several day visit. Which will be strange as I have been alone for so long. As I have been thinking about this visit, I realized that she has probably been feeling the same deep loneliness that I have. We are both alone. I have more family, but they are busy. May God use this time to help us connect and to find ways to go on.
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