Too Heavy

On one occasion, I remember being re-introduced to my first grand-daughter with the words, “Hi.  Have you met the Question Factory?”

We still believe she may be a lawyer in her upcoming years.  Perhaps she’s mellowed a bit – I’m not certain.  Perhaps it’s only that an introspective analysis of her world allows her to ask only tough questions.  Her parents would know.

UnSplash.com

Corrie ten Book’s father was a German watchmaker.  From all over the country, people brought their timepieces to him as he was revered for being an accomplished repairman.

Once a week, he made the trek to Amsterdam for a variety of purposes, one being to check the most accurate timepiece of the era at the Naval Observatory. 


On this day, according to the recollections of Corrie in her book, The Hiding Place, she accompanied her father.

A Dirty Sock: Dobby's Example

You may or may not be familiar with this little guy.  Dobby was a house-elf in the Harry Potter books written by JK Rowling.  If you’re a fan of Harry Potter, you most certainly know about Dobby.  And if you know about Dobby, you probably have nothing but good feelings for this character.

Servants

I've been thinking a lot about how we treat each other lately.  It seems like we're travling down a road that will never lead to anything good and yet, if I look closely, I can find things that do reflect the image of God we are designed to be.

As I thought about my next article, I decided to look for The Servant Song  This piece brings to mind that we're on this planet to help each other. I looked through a number of YouTube videos finding many and choosing one.

The plan was not complicated.  Listen to the song, think about the lyrics and consider what it means to be a better neighbor.

Simple!

But suddenly, it got deeper. Much deeper. Tear jerking deeper.

Look Up

Cincinnati September, 2018

Psalm 19

The heavens declare the glory of God;

    the skies proclaim the work of his hands.

Day after day they pour forth speech;

    night after night they reveal knowledge.

They have no speech, they use no words;

    no sound is heard from them.

Yet their voice goes out into all the earth,

    their words to the ends of the world.

Since a picture is worth a thousand words, I think I'm done for the day.  What could anyone really add to this anyway?  But, the first thing that came into my head when I saw this cloud formation was the music of Joseph Haydn familiar to us as "The Heavens Declare the Glory of God".  

Have a great Sunday.  Off to explore - still looking for a church to call home.

Maybe Blame This One on Heat-stroke

The dewpoint right now is 59!

After what seems like months (probably only weeks, but still…) where a dewpoint of 70 degrees held the position of low-point baseline and where approaching 80 degrees was considered normal, the windows are now open and I can breathe again!

Thank you Tropical Depression Gordon, I guess. The welcome cooler temperatures are also bringing a good deal of precipitation, but that’s a story for another day.

So, why did my thoughts turn to skiing!

That’s right, like in ‘snow’ skiing!  (I guess I must have been hotter than I thought!)

I haven’t been skiing for years.  I think the last time was a trip to Afton Alps in Minnesota (is that still around?) with my daughter.  It was a good day, but it was, I admit, forced.  It was a guilt trip induced by my child with the words, “If you were a ski-instructor, how come you’ve never taken me skiing, dad?”  (Perhaps I should consider therapy to help answer her question.  Why didn’t I?)

Well, we went skiing and had a great time - but I wasn’t very good any more.