“Jane Austen? Why I go so far as to say that any library is a good library that does not contain a volume by Jane Austen. Even if it contains no other book.” -Mark Twain
Month: April 2008
Drive-thru windows – it’s not about me
I went to the drive-thru at Tim Horton’s today, naturally thinking of my own convenience. I was on the go so I didn’t go in. It was raining so I didn’t go in. It was raining and coming in my window while I placed my order. I tried to be mindful of my tone-of voice because my kids inform me that I sound rude when I place my orders. I don’t mean to, I’m just not thinking about the way I sound. I’m in a rush after all. When I got to the pick-up window more rain came in, and as I extended my arm it got really wet. I was hoping my honey cruller wouldn’t get soggy in the transfer. Then the worker asked me very politely if I would mind shutting off my windshield wipers. I had them on full force and they were spraying her right into her window. A job hazzard I never considered. I started laughing as I apologized. She wasn’t amused. I don’t know if I was laughing because I was embarrased or that it just struck me funny. Maybe both. It reminded me of the time that I accidentally splashed an elderly lady who was standing on the sidewalk when I drove through a puddle. My kids and I still laugh about it, although I was horrified at the time. Today I drove away in my dry car sipping my coffee and feeling like a heal. Relationship. That’s what its all about. Not me. But whom I interact with, everywhere I go. Love my neighbor. Love the person at the drive-thru window. And for heaven’s sake shut off my windshield wipers in the rain.
nagging questions
I doubt I shall sleep until I find the answers to these questions.
- Who gave the law to Moses? In Galatians 3:19 Paul states it was given through angels by a mediator.
- Are the Old Testament promises for Christians? There are different thoughts on this topic that I need to explore.
Israel in Ancient Days ~ William Cowper
Israel in ancient days
Not only had a view
Of Sinai in a blaze,
But learn’d the Gospel too;
The types and figures were a glass,
In which they saw a Saviour’s face.
The paschal sacrifice
And blood-besprinkled door,
Seen with enlighten’d eyes,
And once applied with power,
Would teach the need of other blood,
To reconcile an angry God.
The Lamb, the Dove, set forth
His perfect innocence,
Whose blood of matchless worth
Should be the soul’s defence;
For he who can for sin atone,
Must have no failings of His own.
The scape-goat on his head
The people’s trespass bore,
And to the desert led,
Was to be seen no more:
In him our surety seem’d to say,
“Behold, I bear your sins away.”
Dipt in his fellow’s blood,
The living bird went free;
The type, well understood,
Express’d the sinner’s plea;
Described a guilty soul enlarged,
And by a Saviour’s death discharged.
Jesus, I love to trace,
Throughout the sacred page,
The footsteps of Thy grace,
The same in every age!
Oh, grant that I may faithful be
To clearer light vouchsafed to me!
In Christ Alone
In Christ Alone
In Christ alone my hope is found
He is my light, my strength, my song
This Cornerstone, this solid ground
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm
What heights of love, what depths of peace
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease
My Comforter, my All in All
Here in the love of Christ I stand
In Christ alone, who took on flesh
Fullness of God in helpless babe
This gift of love and righteousness
Scorned by the ones He came to save
‘Till on that cross as Jesus died
The wrath of God was satisfied
For every sin on Him was laid
Here in the death of Christ I live
There in the ground His body lay
Light of the world by darkness slain
Then bursting forth in glorious Day
Up from the grave He rose again
And as He stands in victory
Sin’s curse has lost it’s grip on me
For I am His and He is mine
Brought with the precious blood of Christ
No guilt in life, no fear in death
This is the power of Christ in me
From life’s first cry to final breath
Jesus commands my destiny
No power of hell, no scheme of man
Can ever pluck me from His hand
‘Till He returns or calls me home
Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand
Words and Music by Keith Getty & Stuart Townend
Copyright © 2001 Kingsway Thankyou Music
Hermonetics Quiz
Interesting little exercise. I scored a 49 in the conservative category.
dappled things 