I look out at the world, it's but a cold dark place
Oh how I yearn to tell them of my savor and his grace!
From That Time 60-0302
You can walk across the line between grace, mercy, and judgment; and when you spurn grace so many times you can separate yourself from ever from the Presence of God.
Hebrews 12:7-8
7 If ye endure chastening, God dealeth with you as with sons; for what son is he whom the father chasteneth not?
8 But if ye be without chastisement, whereof all are partakers, then are ye bast ards, and not sons.
Perfect Faith 63-0825e
We're coming now to the perfection, because the people has to come to this in order for the rapture. That's what's holding it away right now, is waiting for that church to come into that perfect raptured faith. I'm looking for it. It means a lot of shaking down for me; it means a lot for you; but together we'll make it by the grace of God.
There’s somebody out there, hurt and confused
And innocent person, about to lose
There’s somebody out there, whose heart is breaking in two
There’s somebody out there, feeling alone
A husband, a wife being done wrong
There’s somebody out there, shattered from a broken home
But, there’s somebody out there, with arms open wide
He longs to embrace you, dry the tears from your eyes
He’s hope for the hopeless; who will carry the burden you bare
When you don’t have a prayer, there’s somebody out there
There’s somebody out there, who thought it was cool
To keep taking chances, thinking they’d never lose
Now they’re hooked on a feeling that’s left them empty and fooled
There’s somebody out there who can’t quite decide
Whether to live or whether to die
Searching for straight, to make it through their crisis and survive
There’s somebody out there, with arms open wide
How he longs to embrace you, wipe the tears from your eyes
He’s hope for the hopeless; who will carry the burdens you bare
When you don’t have a prayer, there is somebody out there
71-77 The church lives just the same as the world does, carries on, acts just like it, and everything else, and claiming to be the church. You can't do that. No, sir. Your very life proves what you are.
What you are... As I said in the beginning, whatyou are somewhere else is what you reflect here. What you are, what your celestial or terrestrial body is up yonder, what your celestial body is somewhere else is what you're reflecting back here. In the spirit land, what you are, is what you are here. If you're still vulgar minded and so forth in the spirit land, you're vulgar minded here. If you still got malice, envy, and strife, you're in the spirit land with that, it reflects back here. But if your whole innermost being has become cleansed and purged, it shows that you've got a body out yonder waiting, that's been cleansed and purged, and it's reacting back in the flesh. Don't you see? See, there it is. "If this earthly tabernacle be dissolved, we have one already waiting." See?
THE.IDENTIFIED.MASTERPIECE.OF.GOD_ 64-1205
86 It's told, one time, the old gold, before they had the smelter. The... They used to take the gold and beat it, the beater would, the Indians in the early days when Arizona was in its youth. They beat the gold until the beater seen his own reflection in the gold. They beat all the iron pyrite, the dross, the dirt, out of it, until the beater could see his own reflection like a mirror, beating out.
87 Now, that's what the Gospel does. So many people don't like to be turned over and beat out. Well, what the church needs tonight is a good, old-fashion, Holy Ghost beating-out, of the world and the things of the world. That's what Pentecost needs tonight. That's what our movements needs tonight, is a good, old-fashion, gold-turning beating, until all the world is beat out of us, and Jesus Christ is reflected.
This year Bro. Paul Lafontaine and Bro. Berry Coffee decided to postpone Winter Youth Retreat for the year and resume the following. So, being there would not be a youth camp in the winter, Bro. Jonathan Goff had it on his heart to pull one together in Texas (near San Antonio) at a Jewish camp ground there.
My sisters Cherith and Candace have volunteered to help put together registration forms, medical, a group game and the skit. In the end we all ended up drug into helping one way or the other, as it’s app to be 95% of the time. We turned it into a family project of sorts all helping brain storm for an activity for all the kids that’s constructive and yet fun all the same time.
Also Reuben and Cherith make the camp logo and flyer. Which both came out looking pretty sweet! Here is the website they pulled together with the help of Mitch…
Last Sunday morning at my church, Bro. Aaron preached on "The Token Applied" for the morning serives. Here is a scripture and one of the quotes he read out of the message The Token preached in 1963 by Bro. William Branham that stuck out to me. Hope it's as much of a blessing to you as it was to me!
Colossians 3:1-3
1 If ye then be risen with Christ, seek those things which are above, where Christ sitteth on the right hand of God.
2 Set your affection on things above, not on things on the earth.
3 For ye are dead, and your life is hid with Christ in God.
Token, The 63-1128e
And if the Life of Jesus Christ lives in the person, they become identified with Him. It's Christ in you, not a church member, not a system, but a resurrected power. It's the Holy Ghost is a Token upon you, that your life says "amen" to every Scripture. The promises written in there. And you're not yourself no more. You are Christ's. You don't think your thoughts. You don't think your thoughts. You say, "I think." You have no thought coming. The Life that was in Christ is in you. The mind that was in Christ is in you. The works that was in Christ is in you, and Christ Himself is in you. You are dead; your life is hid in God through Christ, sealed in there by the Holy Ghost. You're not your own. He was not responsible for anybody. The whole family must be brought into, and the token must be displayed. It had to be. If it wasn't displayed, then it was of none effect. You could believe in it; you could say, "Oh, yes, I believe it." But that didn't do it. It... You say, "Well, I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll put it in a bucket, and I'll set it over here on the wall. But really, I think, as long as I have it in here, if I had the blood over here..." No, sir. You can't be a secret boy about It. No, sir. You've got to have It. You've got to have It on display. That was the purpose of putting it on the doors, so He could see it on the lintel and on the doorpost. It's something you're not ashamed of. You want the whole world to know that you are dead, and your life is hid in God through Christ.
Now, first, it's faith; then virtue. And then thirdly, you add knowledge. Knowledge, now that don't mean worldly knowledge, 'cause that's foolishness to God, but knowledge to judge. Judge what? Right from wrong.
How do you judge it then if you've got Christian knowledge with your virtue and faith, you judge whether the Word is right or wrong. And if you can lay aside all your creeds and all your unbelief, everything that you claim you have done, then you have knowledge to believe that God cannot lie. "Let every man's word be a lie, but Mine be True." See, now you're getting knowledge. That's supreme knowledge. You don't have to have four degrees in some college or something like that to have it, because all these virtues are given to you by God to place upon the foundation of your faith, that you might come to the full stature of a real living man of God. Yes, sir.
Add--add knowledge, because--knowledge of His Word. You must believe it in this way. Such as... You should believe today that the--and accept it that the days of miracles is not passed, knowledge that what God says, God's able to perform.
Abraham believed that. And when he was a hundred years old, he staggered not at the promise of God through unbelief. Look how ridiculous that Word looked.
Here's a man a hundred years old looking for a baby to be born into his home by a woman ninety years old (See?), almost fifty years a past, barren, lived with her since she was a young girl or a teen-age. And here he is; his life stream was dead, and Sarah's womb was dead; and all hopes was gone as far as hopes. But yet against hope, he believed in hope, because he had knowledge that God was able to keep everything that He promised.
Now, when you got it like that, then add that to your faith. When you got true virtue, add it to your faith. When you can walk out here on the street, live like a Christian, act like a Christian, be a Christian, add that to your faith. When you have knowledge, you say, "Well, I don't know now whether this Scripture is just right. Now, here's Acts 2:38; I don't know how to go...?... with that; Acts 28:19, I don't..." All right, don't do--don't add nothing, 'cause you ain't got it yet. See? What are you going to do? Because you haven't got knowledge enough to know of God yet that the Bible doesn't contradict Itself. Leave it alone. Don't say no more about it. See, leave it alone. But when you can see that the Scripture is not contradictory, that you can say that--and can see that by the revelation of God, the whole Word is wrote in mysteries, and only the knowledge of God can reveal It. Then when you get and say, punctuate every word of God with an "Amen," then add that to your faith.
Oh, you're getting to be a pretty good man right now. See? You're coming up. See? What with? With faith, then with virtue, then knowledge. See how it's building this man? You can see there's no--no way of escaping it. This is the way to become in the full stature of Christ. Yes, sir.
To judge, judge right, judge whether it's right or wrong to believe God's Word; judge whether it's right or wrong whether I should serve a creed or serve God; judge whether it's right or wrong, "I should be born again, or join a church." Then you begin... Judge right when the preacher says, "The days of miracles is passed."
The Bible said, "Jesus Christ the same yesterday, today, and forever."
Now, which are you going to believe? When you say, "I'll take God." Now, you don't say that to say, "Well, I--I take it," just from your heart, "but something in you--your faith pushes out there. There you are. Your faith says, "I know He's the same. I've witnessed Him the same." There's nothing can take it away from you. "I know He's real." Then add that to your faith. Lay it down on the foundation.
See, you're coming up now. Coming right on up towards the Kingdom, got to this spot now, all right
Today at the dinner table, my dad told this to us in the form of a joke... I found it rather amusing, so later I went to research it, to see if it really was a true story.. I don't know how valid Wikipedia is, but that's what i got the following information off of. Take it all with a grain of salt, and I hope you get as big of a laugh out of it as i did!
"Turtles all the way down" refers to an infinite regressionbelief about cosmology and the nature of the universe. It is a modern retelling of ancient beliefs that the world is borne through the universe on the back of one or more enormous animals (such as a turtle in Native American creation myth),[1] though these myths do not normally include an infinity aspect or multiple/endless layers of animals.
A well-known scientist (some say it was Bertrand Russell) once gave a public lecture on astronomy. He described how the earth orbits around the sun and how the sun, in turn, orbits around the center of a vast collection of stars called our galaxy. At the end of the lecture, a little old lady at the back of the room got up and said: "What you have told us is rubbish. The world is really a flat plate supported on the back of a giant tortoise." The scientist gave a superior smile before replying, "What is the tortoise standing on?" "You're very clever, young man, very clever," said the old lady. "But it's turtles all the way down!"[2]
Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "I will try again tomorrow"
I was looking up a random quote I saw on one of my friends facebook site, and i came acrossed this quote... =) It hit me that this is the same way we look at our walk with Christ, no matter how many times we fail, all that counts is that we stand back up, and try again.. :)
It would appear that no matter where I go, someone is bound to mention this poem for one reason or another.. last time I was playing baseball and I had someone yell "hey casey, ever heard of the poem Casey At the Bat"... so that's when I decided to go read it for myself....
"Love has its sonnets galore. War has its epics in heroic verse. Tragedy its sombre story in measured lines. Baseball has Casey at the Bat." - Albert Spalding
It all started in 1885 when George Hearst decided to run for state senator in California. To self-promote his brand of politics, Hearst purchased the San Francisco Examiner. At the completion of the election, Hearst gave the newspaper to his son, William Randolph Hearst.
William, who had experience editing the Harvard Lampoon while at Harvard College, took to California three Lampoon staff members. One of those three was Ernest L. Thayer who signed his humorous Lampoon articles with the pen name Phin.
In the June 3, 1888 issue of The Examiner, Phin appeared as the author of the poem we all know as Casey at the Bat. The poem received very little attention and a few weeks later it was partially republished in the New York Sun, though the author was now known as Anon.
A New Yorker named Archibald Gunter clipped out the poem and saved it as a reference item for a future novel. Weeks later Gunter found another interesting article describing an upcoming performance at the Wallack Theatre by comedian De Wolf Hopper - who was also his personal friend. The August 1888 show (exact date is unknown) had members from the New York and Chicago ball clubs in the audience and the clipping now had a clear and obvious use.
Gunter shared Casey at the Bat with Hopper and the perfomance was nothing short of legendary. Baseball Almanac is pleased to present the single most famous baseball poem ever written.
The Outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day:
The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play.
And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
A sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game.
A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought, if only Casey could get but a whack at that -
We'd put up even money, now, with Casey at the bat.
But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake,
And the former was a lulu and the latter was a cake;
So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,
For there seemed but little chance of Casey's getting to the bat.
But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
And Blake, the much despis-ed, tore the cover off the ball;
And when the dust had lifted, and the men saw what had occurred,
There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.
Then from 5,000 throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It knocked upon the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.
There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place;
There was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile on Casey's face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Casey at the bat.
Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt;
Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt.
Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
Defiance gleamed in Casey's eye, a sneer curled Casey's lip.
And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped-
"That ain't my style," said Casey. "Strike one," the umpire said.
From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore.
"Kill him! Kill the umpire!" shouted someone on the stand;
And its likely they'd a-killed him had not Casey raised his hand.
With a smile of Christian charity great Casey's visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the spheroid flew;
But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said, "Strike two."
"Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered fraud;
But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
And they knew that Casey wouldn't let that ball go by again.
The sneer is gone from Casey's lip, his teeth are clenched in hate;
He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow.
Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville - mighty Casey has struck out.
119 But, see, it's like the church has to pass through the hall of critics. We go through. You're going to be called "holy-roller," you're going to be called everything. But if you could only hold your position in Christ, then someday He'll take us to the hall of fame. But first we've got to stand criticism. There's where the littleness of us stands; there's where it shows. He that cannot stand chastisement is a illegitimate child and not a child of God. No matter how much he's joined church, and whatever he's done, he's still, if he cannot stand chastisement, he's a illegitimate, and he's not a real child of God. But a real, genuine child of God don't care what the world says; everything else is secondary. He's got his mind on Christ, and that settles it. Yes. Whatever Christ says do, he'll do it. Wherever the Lamb goes, they're with Him, wherever. And then you see His appearing, His Presence, and what He does. He's always with His people, His Bride. He's courting her. Someday there's going to be a wedding supper.
Wow, I keep forgetting about this blog.. hence the reason i only post on it every few weeks! My dedication just amazes me... meanwhile back at the ranch.... lol
To start this out I would like to introduce my church, I go to a church in Phoenix, Arizona called Evening Light Fellowship and the pastor there is Bro. Ron Peterson...
Just thought I would post a link to my church website on here.... In the past years time or so my pastor (Bro. Ron Peterson) has been preaching and doing a study on demonology, and taking it all down to where the devil try's to attack us at every turn, in our lives 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days year... He look the message William Branham preaches "Demonology" and the Bible, and is using these two books to base it all off of (William Branham we believe to be a prophet sent by God, to bring us the God word in our age and for our age) he's been preaching on demonology
Just to see what I would find, I looked up demon at www.dictionary.com, and here is what I came up with...
demon–noun
1.
an evil spirit; devil or fiend.
2.
an evil passion or influence.
Bro. Ron, is getting close to the end of the series now and I thought I would share it with you guys... here is a link that goes directly to all the sermons he has preached so far on Demonology... last time he preached part 20
It's hard to believe, that LA youth camp, has "already" come and gone; once again for the year. What started the ball moving, happened Sunday, Kristin headed down from Cornville, to spend the first of the week with me before camp... it appears we started a trend, we don't see each other for a month or two, then hang out for a week straight! anyhow, back to LA camp. after all the excitement of packing the day before and on Tuesday night Lydz, Ryss and Zack headed over to the house; we played games, watched movies and listened to Adventures In Odyssey, till about 3am then a few headed to bed, (for what little rest they could snag); while the rest hit the showers and did their hair, (don't ask me why, we were about to hit the road for the next 15 hours)...
Round about 5am Wednesday morning, everyone (my parents, Cherith, Jordan, Candace, Laryssa, Kristin, Zachary, myself, Lydia and Jireh) piled into the van and headed out of town; our destination for the day, being my brother Shilohs house in San Antonio, Texas (it's anywhere from a 13 to 14 hour drive)...
The evil of comic books, and all their many devises.... Jireh, had taken along all his comic books to entertain himself with, so about 5 or 6 hours into the drive, the books get taken out and read; you have Jireh for starters, sitting there laughing his head off, at every single page, as if it's the most hilarious thing known to man; but, the icing on the cake was when Zachary started reading them... grated, for the first hour it was amusing to listen, but if you didn't know it was a guy laughing, you would NEVER of guessed... talk about a high pitched girls giggle.. lol That's when Lydz and I seriously started considering how many flying objects we had in the car! water bottles, flip flops, chip bags, even sun glasses....
We pulled into San Antonio, around 7pm'ish or so, (if my memory serves me right)... Shiloh, had made us dinner; (which btw was dilish), to which followed suet; Shiloh, Jordan, Ryss, Kristin, Zack, myself, Lydz and Jireh, heading to the River Walk in down town San Antonio... after we stuffed ourselves into Shilohs truck.... We walked around, took a few pictures; had my brother drive around the block a few times before he picked us up, so the cops wouldn't bust us for having "waaaaaay" too many ppl in the truck... Then after a unanimous vote, went to wallies-world, got vanilla ice cream and frozen fruit!
Day two, I shall entitle this, "The Warm and Fuzzy"
Camp started Thursday, so, bright and early Thursday morning we once again, hit the road! This time adding my brother Shiloh, to the mix. From San Antonio, to where the camp is in Dry Creek, LA, turned into a five hour drive... one very looong five hour drive.... and "this" segment of the drive became the notorious "warm and fuzzy" part; so ladies and gents hold onto your hats, for here comes the funny (and slightly annoying, for those of us that where "trying" to sleep) part... My eldest siblings, Shiloh and Cherith, were sitting together on the middle bench of the twelve passenger van, having a very animated discussion about finding your source of the "warm and fuzzy" feeling, and how to go about finding the one to provide it. here we all are atemping to sleep, all the while shiloh and cherith are getting louder and louder... (true quote) "Girls always tell me I have such lovely eyes".... when resorting to hitting them on the ehad with water bottles didn't work, we gave up.... all hope of sleep was dashed in the face with a bucket of cold (or rather "warm and fuzzy") water!
I ended up liking Lydia's way of explaining it much, much better......"The source of warm and fuzzy has more to do with the Texas humidity and heat, which causes ppl to grow moldy aka fuzzy"...After we were all so rudely awakened by their loud voices, it made a memorable leg of the journey.at the rate they were going, a few blackmail video's were quickly taken, then placed under lock and key, so to speck... =)
Cell service cut out, once we got within a hour of the camp grounds; Kristin and I were "sure" it was the END of the would, as we know it.. but, alas we made it through camp alive (believe it or not).. Thursday night was the first of six services, which was followed by Friday morning, camp activities, Friday night service (and the prayer line), Saturday morning service, two skits, Saturday night service, (with baptisms), and then Sunday morning sun rise service... Bro. Craig Booher took all the morning services, followed by Bro. Danny Stemen taking the evening; they did a incredible job. The Lord Jesus moved in a mighty way, changing lives, delivering ppl from spirits, and the list could go on a mile long! My the Lord richly bless Bro. Tim Pruitt and everyone else that helps make this camp happen every year. the number of lives touched and souls gained for the kingdom of God, is nothing less then a miracle!
Well this just about raps up my account of LA spring youth camp.. =) pictures will follow, once I get back home.
Random stuff about my life; last night my sisters (Cherith and Candace) and I, went out to dinner at a little Italian restaurant and after we walked around Green Valley taking pictures, we were all dressed up and it was funny how many comments and weird looks we got from everyone...
and considering it's early in the month, my friends and I started a new calender...
APRIL: April 1 Deut. 18:1-20:20 • Lk. 9:28-50 • Ps. 73:1-28 • Prov. 12:10 April 2 Deut. 21:1-22:30 • Lk. 9:51- 10:12 • Ps. 74:1-23 • Prov. 12:11 April 3 Deut. 23:1-25:19 • Lk. 10:13-37 • Ps. 75:1-10 • Prov. 12:12-14 April 4 Deut. 26:1-27:26 • Lk. 10:38- 11:13 • Ps. 76:1-12 • Prov. 12:15-17 April 5 Deut. 28:1-68 • Lk. 11:14-36 • Ps. 77:1-20 • Prov. 12:18 April 6 Deut. 29:1-30:20 • Lk. 11:37- 12:7 • Ps. 78:1-31 • Prov. 12:19-20 April 7 Deut. 31:1-32:27 • Lk. 12:8-34 • Ps. 78:32-55 • Prov. 12:21-23 April 8 Deut. 32:28-52 • Lk. 12:35-59 • Ps. 78:56-64 • Prov. 12:24 April 9 Deut. 33:1-29 • Lk. 13:1-21 • Ps. 78:65-72 • Prov. 12:25 April 10 Deut. 34:1-Josh. 2:24 • Lk. 13:22-14:6 • Ps. 79:1-13 • Prov. 12:26 April 11 Josh. 3:1-4:24 • Lk. 14:7-35 • Ps. 80:1-19 • Prov. 12:27-28 April 12 Josh. 5:1-7:15 • Lk. 15:1-32 • Ps. 81:1-16 • Prov. 13:1 April 13 Josh. 7:16-9:2 • Lk. 16:1-18 • Ps. 82:1-8 • Prov. 13:2-3 April 14 Josh. 9:3-10:43 • Lk. 16:19- 17:10 • Ps. 83:1-18 • Prov. 13:4 April 15 Josh. 11:1-12:24 • Lk. 17:11-37 • Ps. 84:1-12 • Prov. 13:5-6 April 16 Josh. 13:1-14:15 • Lk. 18:1-17 • Ps. 85:1-13 • Prov. 13:7-8 April 17 Josh. 15:1-63 • Lk. 18:18-43 • Ps. 86:1-17 • Prov. 13:9-10 April 18 Josh. 16:1-18:28 • Lk. 19:1-27 • Ps. 87:1-7 • Prov. 13:11 April 19 Josh. 19:1-20:9 • Lk. 19:28-48 • Ps. 88:1-18 • Prov. 13:12-14 April 20 Josh. 21:1-22:20 • Lk. 20:1-26 • Ps. 89:1-13 • Prov. 13:15-16 April 21 Josh. 22:21-23:16 • Lk. 20:27- 47 • Ps. 89:14-37 • Prov. 13:17-19 April 22 Josh. 24:1-33 • Lk. 21:1-28 • Ps. 89:38-52 • Prov. 13:20-23 April 23 Judg. 1:1-2:9 • Lk. 21:29-22:13 • Ps. 90:1-91:16 • Prov. 13:24-25 April 24 Judg. 2:10-3:31 • Lk. 22:14-34 • Ps. 92:1-93:5 • Prov. 14:1-2 April 25 Judg. 4:1-5:31 • Lk. 22:35-53 • Ps. 94:1-23 • Prov. 14:3-4 April 26 Judg. 6:1-40 • Lk. 22:54-23:12 • Ps. 95:1-96:13 • Prov. 14:5-6 April 27 Judg. 7:1-8:17 • Lk. 23:13-43 • Ps. 97:1-98:9 • Prov. 14:7-8 April 28 Judg. 8:18-9:21 • Lk. 23:44- 24:12 • Ps. 99:1-9 • Prov. 14:9-10 April 29 Judg. 9:22-10:18 • Lk. 24:13-53 • Ps. 100:1-5 • Prov. 14:11-12 April 30 Judg. 11:1-12:15 • Jn. 1:1-28 • Ps. 101:1-8 • Prov. 14:13-14
One of my new favorite songs.... thought I'd share it
Lead me Lord, lead me by the hand
And make me face the rising sun
Comfort me through all the pain
That life may bring
There's no other hope
That I can lean upon
Lead me Lord Lead me all my life
Walk by me, walk by me across
The lonely road that I may face
Take my arms and let your hadn
Show me the way
Show the way to live inside your heart
All my days, all my life
Refrain: You are my light
You're the lamb upon my feet
All the time my Lord
I need You there
You are my light I (just) cannot live alone
Let me stay
By Your guiding love
All through my life
Lead me Lord
Lead me Lord Even though at times
I'd rather go alone my way
Help me take the right direction
Take Your road Lead me Lord
And never leave my side
All my days
All my life
You are my light
You're the lamb upon my feet
All the time my Lord
I need You there
You are my light I (just) cannot live alone
Let me stay By Your guiding love
All through my life
All through my days Lead me, O Lord Lead me Lord
For starters, yesterday was April fools day, and any number of unbelievable pranks/jokes were played on the "unsuspecting" soul. It's always rather entertaining to pull a good prank, AND get away with it! Being April fools, it provoked questions like, "who on earth stated it", "when, where"..... and the list could grow a mile long. In doing a little research on the matter, this is what I happened upon...
In 1708 a correspondent wrote in to the British Apollo magazine to ask, “Whence proceeds the custom of making April Fools?” The question is one that many people are still asking today.
The puzzle that April Fool’s Day presents to cultural historians is that it was only during the eighteenth century that detailed references to it (and curiosity about it) began to appear. But at that time, the custom was already well established throughout northern Europe and was regarded as being of great antiquity. How had the tradition been adopted by so many different European cultures without provoking more comments in the written record?
References to April Fool’s Day can be found as early as the 1500s. However, these early references were infrequent and tended to be vague and ambiguous. Shakespeare, writing in the late sixteenth and early seventeenth centuries, made no mention of April Fool’s Day, despite being, as Charles Dickens Jr. put it, a writer who “delights in fools in general.”
Many theories have been put forward about how the tradition began. Unfortunately, none of them are very compelling. So the origin of the “custom of making April Fools” remains as much a mystery to us as it was back in 1708.
there was a lot more information and theories posted with this as well, (on the site below), I found it all rather fascinating.
Is spelling vital in order to understanding what's been written?
Hi everyone,
For those of you that have been or are being home schooled, I'm sure we find it all the same, there has always been a great emphasis places on spelling, grammar the ever popular "capital" letter and so on, but the other day I stumbled upon a article written on the human brain and how it processes shapes and letters. It showed this theory had some merit to it... i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset c an be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt!
so there you have it! don't take me wrong, spelling is still important... but nevertheless it's not totally vital to understanding what someones writing...
To get through the hardest journey we need take only one step at a time, but we must keep on stepping A journey is best measured in friends rather than miles
meanwhile back at the ranch.... lol
