Good morning out there!
It’s cold here this morning. 9ºC. Makes it hard to get out of bed. But out we’ll get. Stuff to do. Places to go. People to … um, maybe not. But there’s work to do! Always that.
And workout to sweat over. Still sore from Tues.
The Lord told Jonah to go preach to Nineveh. The text says he fled from “the presence of the Lord.” Let it be noted that to refuse obedience to God is to remove oneself from his presence.
The word of the Lord came to Jonah the son of Amittai saying, “Arise, go to Nineveh the great city and cry against it, for their wickedness has come up before Me.” But Jonah rose up to flee to Tarshish from the presence of the Lord. So he went down to Joppa, found a ship which was going to Tarshish, paid the fare and went down into it to go with them to Tarshish from the presence of the Lord. Jonah 1.1-3 NASB.
With joy the chorus we’ll repeat
‘Glory to God on high!
Good-will and peace are now complete —
Jesus was born to die.’
—A. Campbell’s hymnal, Psalm 5
I’ve used similar phrasing as the last line in the above stanza. What a wonderful truth it is, even though it sounds shocking.
I have in my possession an original copy of the 1964 Doubleday edition of the Official Warren Report. Is it worth anything, or should I just chunk it?
I think it was in Glover Shipp’s library, when I bought the rest of what he didn’t sell, before he left Brazil. In 1985. Twenty-one years after it was published. Historical document.
Now it’s 35 years later after I came to possess it, and I still have it. But not for long.
Saturday night seems to be dead time for much of social media. But how can that be if the world is under lockdown?
Of course, I don’t haunt the big-tech spots anymore. Maybe that’s where the exposed masses are.
No regrets, here.
Did I tell you that I closed a couple of social-media accounts? Got my finger on the button to delete another, as soon as courage or outrage comes along.
Researching new songs, lots of possibilities, some unhappy phraseology, however. And hard to know sometimes if a tune will carry well without the instruments.
Up and at it early. Much to do. Although one afternoon commitment got cancelled. Guy has a headache. Day just became a tad lighter, but I pray the fellow improves. And comes to the gospel.
Thought for the day:
Focus on others. Serve with gladness. Be like Jesus. The less you think of self, the better you’ll be.
“Yet Another Social Media Gripe.”
Closed down a couple of social media accounts. These things keep popping up like weeds, and I have to whack them down. FB was deleted some weeks ago, finally. Now I’m in the mood.
Should I have as a goal to remove all social media? Should I make this site my social medium?
I’m on a popular social communication service here in the country only because 99.99999% of people are and it’s the principal means of communication. I’d like to leave it if I could.
I started using Telegram and that holds promise. But who knows, that might go by the wayside before long as well.
I yearn for the day when email was king.
Most people don’t question things like this. Maybe I’m the sick one.
Tiresome reading rants and raves
Of people I don’t know;
People bellowing from their caves,
And others eating crow.
So why not stay within my lair,
Alone, with none to bother?
I’d much prefer not having to hear
My own despairing blather.