Saturday, February 24, 2018

A Saturday Evening Folktale




Cause nobody but a logger
Stirs his coffee with his thumb...




The Frozen Logger

A tall tale of the tall tree toppers
from the Northwest logging country





I sat down one evening
Within a small cafe
A forty year old waitress
To me these words did say:
"I see you are a logger
And not just a common bum,
'Cause nobody but a logger
Stirs his coffee with his thumb."

My lover was a logger,
There's none like him today;
If you'd pour whiskey on it
He could eat a bale of hay.

He never shaved his whiskers
From off his horny hide;
He's just drive them in with a hammer
And bite them off inside.

My lover came to see me
Upon one freezing day;
He held me in a fond embrace
Which broke three vertebrae.

He kissed me when we parted,
So hard that he broke my jaw;
I could not speak to tell him
He'd forgot his mackinaw.

I saw my lover leaving,
Sauntering through the snow,
Going gaily homeward
At forty-eight below.

The weather it tried to freeze him,
It tried its level best;
At a hundred degrees below zero
He buttoned up his vest.

It froze clean through to China,
It froze to the stars above;
At a thousand degrees below zero
It froze my logger love.

And so I lost my lover,
And to this cafe I come,
And here I wait till someone
Stirs his coffee with his thumb.




Dashing through the snow at forty-eight below?
A Klondiker hauling logs with a dog sled team to Dawson
in the Yukon Territory
(c.1898)





"The Frozen Logger"
The Weavers
(1959)



"The Frozen Logger"
Words and Music by James Stevens
Copyright 1951 Folkways Music Publishers. Inc.
New York, N.Y.










Friday, February 23, 2018

Access To God




"Moreover let us also be full of joy now!
let us exult and triumph in our troubles and rejoice
in our sufferings, knowing that pressure and affliction
and hardship produce patient and unswerving endurance."
Romans 5:3






Becoming a Christian has enormous consequences.
Relationships are changed; we are given privileges;
we look at life differently; our resources are inexhaustible.
How do we receive all of this?
Paul makes it clear: through our Lord Jesus Christ.
Our relationships are changed: we have peace with God.

"Therefore , since we have been justified through faith,
we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ..."
Romans 5:1

When we are at odds with God, inner peace eludes us.
Becoming a Christian necessitates being made right with God,
and what a difference it makes!
Peace with God is enough to sing about.

We are given privileges: we have access by faith into God's
very presence:

..."through whom we have gained access into this grace
in which we now stand."
Romans 5:2

Once we knew only hostility, now we are invited into
the King's presence. Once we were outside; now we are 
welcome inside. Access. What are you doing with the privilege
of coming into God's presence?

We look at life differently: we can be joyful even when facing
the hard things that come into our lives. We know life isn't purposeless.
God is taking the stuff of our lives and making something good out of it.
We are on our way somewhere. God wants us to get us ready for heaven.
Our joy is real because we know we will one day share the glory of God.

Our resources are inexhaustible: God keeps pouring His love into our hearts.

"And hope does not disappoint us, because God has
poured out His love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit,
whom He has given us."
Romans 5:5

He not only makes us feel very loved, but He is so generous
in His supply that we have an overflow of love for other people.
He gives us the Holy Spirit, who not only transforms our thinking,
but makes God's love real to us.

Our trouble begins when we forget these great realities and
concentrate on our inadequacies, our fears, and all other manifestations
of our smallness. The proof of God's love is that Jesus Christ died for us.
We are no longer shivering outside in the cold with no credentials
to come before the King.

Jesus has invited us into His very presence and given us all we need
and more besides. This passage in Romans 5 is a renewed invitation to
take advantage of your privileges as a daughter of the King.



Prophetic Art by Pam Herrick




"Access To God"
A devotional by Gladys M. Hunt





On My Mind: The Refunding Of Planned Parenthood In The State Of New Jersey




The Refunding Of Planned Parenthood
In The State Of New Jersey


"And they built in high places for worship of Baal
in the Valley of Ben-hinnom (son of Hinnom) to cause
their sons and daughters to pass through the fire
in worship also of and to Molech-
which I did not command them, nor did it
come into My mind or heart that they should do this
abomination to cause Judah to sin."
Jeremiah 32:35






It has been reported that New Jersey's governor-elect,
Phil Murphy, a pro-abortion Democrat, grinned with pride as
he signed a new law forcing the taxpayers in our state
to support the nefarious organization known as
Planned Parenthood.

Governor Murphy's new law counteracts the law signed
by the previous New Jersey Governor Chris Christie, a pro-life Republican,
 who consistently vetoed the funding of Planned Parenthood in our state.

According to NJ.com Murphy signed legislation that will
give Planned Parenthood a whopping 7.5 million of taxpayer money
claiming he was "standing for the right values" by funding the abortion chain.
Present at this recent bill signing ceremony were leading pro-abortion
activists in New Jersey as well as Cecile Richards, the current CEO
of Planned Parenthood of America.

It apparently does not concern Phil Murphy much, that aside
from being the biggest abortion provider in the nation,
  several years ago, Planned Parenthood was caught
red-handed committing Medicaid fraud in the state
he now governs. 


He has instead chosen to replenish the coffers of
what is said to be one of his favorite constituencies,
which apparently played a crucial role in his winning
of the gubernatorial race this past November.


"You shall not commit murder"
Exodus 20:13



The Historical and Spiritual Connection between
the worship of Molech and the modern day Abortion Movement:

In the biblical accounts, Molech was a demon god of child
 sacrifice worshiped by the Canaanites, and by some within
the tribe of Judah.  The infants were brought before the god's
 altar and laid in his outstretched palms to be burned to death
at a place called Topheth, located in the southeast region of the 
Valley of  Ben-Hinnom.

Topheth, meaning "place of fire" was the main site of Molech worship.
The primitive root word, "toph" roughly translated, means,
 "the beating of drums" which scholars believe were used to drown out
the screaming of the infants as they were burned alive.



The Valley of Ben-Hinnom in Israel.
"Ben-Hinnom" in Hebrew, means, "Son of Hinnom"
Also called "Gehenna"


Fast forward to the 20th century and the year 1984, and the release
 of the heart-wrenching documentary, "The Silent Scream" an anti-abortion
educational film directed by Jack Duane Dabner and narrated by
the former director of NARAL  (National Abortion Rights
Action League) turned pro-life activist, Dr. Bernard Nathanson,
who once said, "Abortion is the most atrocious holocaust
in the history of the United States."

The film shows an abortion being performed via ultrasound,
where the unborn baby can be seen cringing in pain and
crying out (silently) during the procedure.

   It has also been well documented that a similar reaction takes place
during a saline-induced abortion, in which the baby is 
literally burned alive from the inside out before being
expelled from the mother's womb.



"The Silent Scream"
(1984)



Pro-life organizations and citizens of New Jersey are naturally
lamenting the change of the guard in Trenton.  Not only is
Governor Murphy anti-life, he is also a strident anti-gun,
anti-Second Amendment activist, determine to impose
strict gun control legislation in order to deprive the law-abiding  
  citizens of this state their constitutional right to keep and bear arms. 






I find it disgusting that our hypocrite of a governor,
  is apparently all too willing to take away the constitutionally-guaranteed
 gun rights of  the law-abiding and responsible residents of the Garden State,
"in order to save more lives"  while willingly and generously funding the
  the flagrant evil that is Planned Parenthood with taxpayer money,
 thus allowing them to continue in the wholesale slaughter of thousands
  of unborn American children every single day across this nation.

Perhaps, like the slaveholders of centuries past, Governor Murphy
justifies his avid support of the abortion industry as a "necessary evil."
Those on the political Left are known to literally freak out at the comparison
between a slave and an unborn baby, even stooping so low
as to call it "racist".

The comparison is not "racist." 

This overly used accusation commonly employed by 21st century
progressives as a defense mechanism makes no sense.
  It is the glaring reality of truth in this situation that liberals in their
self-righteous hypocrisy cannot face, especially about themselves.

Both slaves and unborn babies were and are treated as non-humans,
with absolutely no rights or protection under the law.

The only difference between slavery and abortion is that at least a
slave often had the chance to run away from their captors and escape to freedom.

An unborn baby, whose mother is talked into having an abortion
by the deceived minds "standing for the right values" has no such chance.






With the passing of the great evangelist, the Reverend Billy Graham
this week, I am reminded of what he once said in response to
the subject of an unwanted pregnancy:

"I know it's common today to think of abortion as a simple answer
to an inconvenient problem-but it is actually a far more serious issue.
Your child isn't simply a mass of tissue; he or she is
a human being in God's eyes...
I urge you to turn to God-not just to put this problem into His hands,
but to give your whole life to Him. God loves you, and no matter what
you've done He wants to forgive your past and guide your future.
Make your commitment to Christ, and then ask Him to 
help you to do what is right."






 "Before I formed you in the womb
I knew you, before you were born I set you apart."
(Jeremiah 1:5)




















Thursday, February 22, 2018

Dickens In Camp





Laughter Kills Lonesome
CM Russell
(1925)



Above the pines the moon was slowly drifting
The river sang below;
The dim Sierras, far beyond, uplifting
Their minarets of snow.

The roaring camp fire, with rude humor, painted,
The ruddy tints of health
On haggard face and form that drooped and fainted
In the fierce race of wealth.

Till one arose, and from his pack's scant treasure
A hoarded volume drew,
And cards were dropped from hands of listless leisure
To hear a tale anew.

And then, while round them shadows gathered faster,
And as the firelight fell,
He read aloud the book wherein the Master
Had writ of "Little Nell".

Perhaps 'twas the boyish fancy-for the reader
Was the youngest of them all,-
But, as he read, from clustering pine and cedar
A silence seemed to fall;

The fir trees, gathered closer in the shadows,
Listened in every spray,
While the whole camp with "Nell" in English meadows
Wandered, and lost their way.

And so in mountain solitudes-o'ertaken
And by some spell divine-
Their cares dropped from them like the needles shaken
From out the gusty pine.

Lost is that camp, and wasted all its fire;
And he who wrought that spell?
Ah, towering pine and stately Kentish spire,
Ye have one tale to tell!

Lost is that camp, but let its fragrant story
Blend with the breath that thrills
With hop vine's incense all the pensive glory
That fills the Kentish hills.

And on that grave where English oak and holly
And laurel wreaths entwine,
Deem it not all too presumptuous folly,-
This spray of western pine!


"Dickens In Camp"
A poem by Bret Harte



Upon The Ways Of Wonderland








Lover of children! Fellow heir with those
Of whom the imperishable kingdom is.
Beyond all doubting now your spirit knows
The unimagined mysteries.






Darkly as in a glass our faces look
To read ourselves, if so we may, aright;
You, like the maiden in your fairy book,
You step behind and see the light.





Farewell! But in our hearts we have you yet,
Holding our heritage with loving hand,
Who may not follow where your feet are set
Upon the ways of Wonderland





"For now we see in a mirror dimly,
but then face to face.
Now I know in part,
but then I will know fully,
even as I have been fully known."
1 Corinthians 13:12



"In Memory Of Lewis Carroll"
Author Unknown




To George Washington On His Birthday





The Twenty-Second Of February


Pale is the February sky
And brief the mid-day's sunny hours;
The wind-swept forest seems to sigh
For the sweet time of leaves and flowers.

Yet has no month a prouder day,
Not even when the summer broods
O'er meadows in their fresh array,
Or autumn tints the glowing woods.

For this chill season now again
Brings, in its annual round, the morn
When, greatest of the sons of men,
Our glorious Washington was born!

Lo, where, beneath an icy shield,
Calmly the mighty Hudson flows!

By snow-clad fell and frozen field,
Broadening the lordly river goes.

The wildest storm that sweeps through space,
And rends the oak with sudden force,
Can raise no ripple on his face,
Or slacken his majestic course.

Thus, 'mid the wreck of thrones, shall live
Unmarred, undimmed, our hero's fame,
And years succeeding years shall give
Increase of honors to his name.
-William Cullen Bryant


Happy Birthday Mr. President!



 General George Washington 
February 22, 1732-December 14, 1799
American Statesman and Soldier
First President of the United States of America



Crown Our Washington

Arise-'Tis the day of our Washington's glory,
The garlands uplift for our liberties won;
Forever let Youth tell the patriot's story,
Whose sword swept for freedom the fields of the sun!
Not with gold, nor with gems,
But with evergreens vernal,
And the banners of stars that the continent span,
Crown, crown we the chief of the heroes eternal,
Who lifted his sword for the birthright of man!

He gave us a nation; to make it immortal
He laid down for Freedom the sword that he drew,
And his faith leads us on through the uplifting portal
Of the glories of peace and our destinies new.
Not with gold, nor with gems,
But with evergreens vernal,
And the flags that the nations of liberty span,
Crown, crown him the chief of the heroes eternal,
Who laid down his sword for the birthright of man!

O Spirit of Liberty, sweet are thy numbers!
The winds to thy banners their tribute shall bring,
While rolls the Potomac where Washington slumbers,
And his natal day comes with the angels of spring.
We follow thy counsels,
O hero eternal!
To highest achievement the school leads the van,
And, crowning thy brow with the evergreen vernal,
We pledge thee our all to the service of man!
-Hezekiah Butterworth



Mount Vernon
The Home of George Washington
Mount Vernon, Virginia



Inscription At Mount Vernon

Washington, the brave, the wise, the good,
Supreme in war, in council, and in peace,
Valiant without ambition, discreet without fear,
Confident without presumption.
In disaster, calm; in success, moderate; in all, himself.
The hero, the patriot, the Christian.
The father of nations, the friend of mankind,
Who, when he had won all, renounced all,
And sought in the bosom of his family and nature, retirement,
And in the hope of religion, immortality.
Unknown



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