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Noah Today…

I know that this is hardly sanctified, especially the ending, but I thought that you might get a few laughs!

Enjoy!

NOAH TODAY

In the year 2008, the Lord came unto Noah, who was now living in the United States, and said: “Once again, the earth has become wicked and over -populated, and I see the end of all flesh before me. Build another Ark and save 2 of every living thing along with a few good humans.”

He gave Noah the blueprints, saying: “You have 6 months to build the Ark before I will start the unending rain for 40 days and 40 nights.”

Six months later, the Lord looked down and saw Noah weeping in his yard – but no Ark.

“Noah!,” He roared, “I’m about to start the rain! Where is the Ark?”

“Forgive me, Lord,” begged Noah, “but things have changed. I needed a building permit. I’ve been arguing with the inspector about the need for a sprinkler system. My neighbors claim that I’ve violated the neighborhood zoning laws by building the Ark in my yard and exceeding the height limitations. We had to go to the Development Appeal Board for a decision. Then the Department of Transportation demanded a bond be posted for the future costs of moving power lines and other overhead obstructions, to clear the passage for the Ark’s move to the sea. I told them that the sea would be coming to us, but they would hear nothing of it. Getting the wood was another problem. There’s a ban on cutting local trees in order to save the spotted owl. I tried to convince the environmentalists that I needed the wood to save the owls – but no go! When I started gathering the animals, an animal rights group sued me. They insisted that I was confining wild animals against their will. They argued the accommodations were too restrictive, and it was cruel and inhumane to put so many animals in a confined space. Then the EPA ruled that I couldn’t build the Ark until they’d conducted an environmental impact study on your proposed flood. I’m still trying to resolve a complaint with the Human Rights Commission on how many minorities I’m supposed to hire for my building crew. Immigration and Naturalization are checking the green-card status of most of the people who want to work. The trades unions say I can’t use my sons. They insist I have to hire only Union workers with Ark-building experience. To make matters worse, the IRS seized all my assets, claiming I’m trying to leave the country illegally with endangered species. So, forgive me, Lord, but it would take at least 10 years for me to finish this Ark.

Suddenly the skies cleared, the sun began to shine, and a rainbow stretched across the sky. Noah looked up in wonder and asked, “You mean you’re not going to destroy the world?” “No,” said the Lord. “The GOVERNMENT beat me to it.”


“Another Page”

Hello, everyone! This is different than what I normally post, I know, but this was a poem that was published in a little quarterly magazine known as The Scribblings. I have since read it many times and love it. I find it to be both picturesque and reflective and occasionally find myself thinking about it. I would like your feedback on it if you get a chance to read through it. I have edited it a little bit to fix awkward wording, but I believe that it captures the original intent of the author.

 

Thanks!

 

“Another Page”

As I travel down life’s crooked paths,

Haunted by the seen and the not-seen, I pause,

And take a look around me,

Knowing what I see

And not-knowing, for comprehension is never

Fully built – knowing.

 

Memory flits away, now chasing,

Now chased, now rising, now falling, now ever

Searching behind fast closed doors,

Whispering on far shores.

Forsaken and unused and forgotten, they

Fall away – whispering.

 

The Shadows, too, know of my path, and

Whisper to the wild waters, softly crooning

To lead its last lullaby –

Journeying is nigh –

The final threads of spirit are caught up in my

Last knowledge – journeying.

 

When the last page is well-on empty,

Down to the last line of this life and existence,

A pause is taken, retelling,

Recounting, resaying

Everything that was said and not-said. For the

Last moment – recounting.

 

At the last is a reflection

On everything that was done and not-done,

Those quiet deeds, silent works,

Picturing their weight,

Remembering the valiant songs, and times when

Courage lost – picturing.

 

A final farewell, and the book is

Closed forever, save in memory and time,

But this is not the end, no –

Rising now to grow

From the pages of eternity itself,

A beginning – rising.

 

Is this a new book,

Or just another page?


Thanks from Noël

This is from Noël:

 

Hello, everyone who reads Nathan’s blog. I just wanted to say something because I thought that it would be really cool to have my thoughts on the computer and because I just really wanted to say something occasionally. I like that comment from despair.com. It says: “Blogging: Never before have so many with so little to say said so much to so few.” Well, anyway. I still think that blogging sounds a little egocentric, but if you know people are following it and you’re doing it with the intent of encouraging or like sharing testimonies, that’s okay. Anyway…

 

What I was going to say on the Thanksgiving Evening Service, I will say now. I really wanted to share it, but then my dad kind of “perry-phrased” (I heard about that one) it for me. So I’ll just kind of re-write it in my own words.

 

So. First of all, I’m just really thankful for our church. I didn’t appreciate our church until almost exactly a year ago, even though we’ve been attending for about 11 years. We’ve been going to youth group consistently since about April, and that was when I really started getting interested in going to church, which is sad that it took so long. But I really never knew anybody and I wasn’t really involved at church and then we started going to youth group and I started caring about other people and getting to know them and caring about going to church and all that.

 

What Mrs. Alexander said during the Thankgiving service was that it’s really a family, and it really is. I don’t know as many people as I would like and I don’t know those I do as well as I should, but it’s a huge difference from when I didn’t care about anything outside of myself and my family for thirteen years. So I’m very thankful that we go to the church we do and for the people in it.

 

I’ve wanted to say that for a while because I really care about it and I really don’t like just doing small-talk and not getting to know people any better. So I thought that it would be good to say something about my life in the past year. I really have been changed a lot by the seniors (who have now left and are in college) who have become role models in some ways for me by leadership, even though nobody’s perfect, and I really have been thinking about other things (Higher things, even) then just books and day-to-day-at-home things. So I’m really, really thankful that youth group’s there and I’m really sad that I didn’t make the most of this past summer because it seemed like it was a really good year. But I’m really going to try to make the most of the rest of this year and this next summer (you all can hold me to it) by just really getting to know people better because I want to help out and help the kids because I doubt all of them are Christians, and make a difference.

 

 


What I’m Thankful For…

There are so many things that I am thankful for. Being Thanksgiving today, I decided to share a few of them.

For my family: For always being there and providing for me so sacrificially. They are always ready to give a kind or encouraging word, not to mention a bit of positive discipline :-). I am also so grateful for having uncles and aunts and Grandpas and Grandmas and cousins who live so close to me and I love so much and I feel so comfortable with and am able to call whenever I have a problem or just want to talk. I am also so grateful for my parents who so often sacrifice for us when they really don’t have to but do because they love us so much. I also appreciate how they have always strived to teach me in correct doctrine and steeped our household in Biblical teaching. I also am so grateful for my siblings – even when we may have arguments and/or disagreements. They love me so much and I can’t imagine what it would be like not to have such a big family.

For my friends: For having people to hang out with and talk to, especially spiritual things

For the country we live in: For all the blessings and freedoms we get that so many other people don’t get (such as being able to write a Christian blog).

For living in relative wealth and comfort: We so often take this for granted – like we deserve it somehow. We could have this taken away in a heartbeat, but we so often forget to be grateful.

For my church: How I know that, every week, I will hear solid, God-Honouring Biblical teaching from the pulpit and from Sunday School and God-honouring and God-glorifying music.

For Youth Group: I have grown so much through Youth Group over the past few months! I am so thankful for this – the leadership is incredible!!!!!!! You can tell that the leaders really care about you as a person. Youth Group is an incredible to take a step back in the middle of the week and get refreshed. God has used Youth Group so much in my life (especially Summer Camp) to grow me to be more like Himself.

For health and life: Again, this is something that we take for granted. I take it for granted that I will wake up tomorrow morning and that I will even have another breath. I take it for granted that I can hear music and feel pain and see the trees and the snow.

For my salvation: I do not thank God enough for what he has saved me from – eternal damnation in Hell. I do not thank Him enough for sending His Son down to earth to become like us to save us from our sins when we were hopelessly lost and had no hope of ever earning our salvation. I thank Him for election: because of our dead spiritual state, we could never have chosen Him, but, in His mercy, He predestined us to adoption as sons and He saved us.

For the ability we have to read the Bible for ourselves: We are able to have the Bible in our own language and we are able to read it. We don’t just have to take a priest’s word for what God says – we are able to study for ourselves.

There is so much more that I am thankful for, but I don’t have the time to write it all down! Happy Thanksgiving to all!


At the Back of the North Wind

I’m reading At the Back of the North Wind by George MacDonald. I was reading and I stumbled across this part (that is to be expected – I was reading and it came next). The North Wind periodically takes Diamond, a little boy, when she does her work. On this trip, the North Wind’s job is to sink a ship. Diamond doesn’t want her to do this and this is where the dialogue picks up. I know that it is a bit confusing to read, but I hope that you can muddle through it. I put my own little additions of words in there to help for clarity of reading.

“But hadn’t you better get into my hair? Then you would not feel the wind; you will here.”

“Ah, but, dear North Wind, you don’t know how nice it is to feel you arms about me. It is a thousand times better to have them and the wind together, than to have only your hair and the back of your neck and no wind at all.
”But it is surely more comfortable there?”

“Well, perhaps; but I begin to think that there are better things than being comfortable.”

“Yes, indeed there are. Well, I will keep you in front of me. You will feel the wind, but not too much. I shall only want one arm to take care of you; the other will be quite enough to sink the ship.”

“Oh, dear North Wind! How can you talk so?”

“My dear boy, I never talk; I always mean what I say.”

“Then you do mean to sink the ship with the other hand?”

“Yes.”

“It’s not like you.”

“How do you know that?”

“Quite easily. Here you are taking care of a poor little boy with one arm, and there you are sinking a ship with the other. It can’t be like you.”

“Ah! But which is me? I can’t be two me’s, you know.”

“No. Nobody can be two me’s.”

“Well, which me is me?”

“Now I must think. There looks to be two.”

“Yes. That’s the very point. – You can’t be knowing the thing you don’t know, can you?”

“No.”

“Which me do you know?”

“The kindest, goodest, best me in the world,” answered Diamond, clinging to the North Wind.

“Why am I good to you?”

“I don’t know.”

“Have you ever done anything for me?”

“No.”

“Then I must be good to you because I choose to be good to you.”

“Yes.”

“Why should I choose?”

“Because – because – because you like [to].”

“Why should I like to be good to you?”

“I don’t know, except it be because it’s good to be good to me.”

“That’s just it; I am good to you because I like to be good.”

“Then why shouldn’t you be good to other people as well as me?”

“That’s just what I don’t know. Why shouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know either. Then why shouldn’t you?”

“Because I am.”

“There it is again,” said Diamond. “I don’t see that you are. It looks quite the other thing.”

“Well, but listen to me, Diamond. You know the one me, you say, and that [me] is good.”

“Yes.”

“Do you know the other me as well?”

“No. I can’t. I shouldn’t like to.”

“There it is. You don’t know the other me. [But] You are sure of one of them?”

“Yes.”

“And you are sure that there can’t be two me’s?”

“Yes.”

“Then the me you don’t know must be the same as the me you do know, – else there would be two me’s?”

“Yes.”

“Then the other me you don’t know must be as kind as the me you do know?”

“Yes.”

“Besides, I tell you that it is so, only it doesn’t look like it. That I confess freely. Have you anything more to object?”

“No. no, dear North Wind; I am quite satisfied.”

“Then I will tell you something that you might object. You might say that the me you know is like the other me, and that I am cruel all through.”

“I know that can’t be, because you are so kind.”

“But that kindness might only be a pretence for the sake of being more cruel afterward.”

Diamond clung to her tighter than ever, crying – “No, no, dear North Wind; I can’t believe that. I don’t believe it. I won’t believe it. That would kill me. I love you, and you must love me, else how did I come to love you? How could you know how to put on such a beautiful face if you did not love me and the rest? No. You may sink as many ships as you like, and I won’t say another word. I can’t say that I shall like it, you know.”

“That’s quite another thing,” said North Wind; and as she spoke, she gave one spring from the roof of the hay-loft, and rushed up into the clouds, with Diamond on her left arm close to her heart.

This reminded me of camp (Taste and See that the Lord is Good). So far, I would highly recommend this book. I guess that you probably read the speech I gave of him (George MacDonald) a few posts back. He writes in a simple way that communicates such great truths, as you can see from this excerpt.

Thanks!


The Life of George MacDonald

To follow in theme with my brother, I am posting my speech that I had to do. It is on George MacDonald. It’s not as good as Ian’s, but it should prove to be an interesting read at least I hope it is…)

George MacDonald

It seems like an unlikely circumstance, but who would guess that the great Scottish philosopher and theologian would be born into a farming family? But such is the beginning for George MacDonald – a beginning that would lead to a series of powerful theological and allegorical works that God would use to bring many to himself. The speech will cover four main topics: George’s early life, his rise to fame, his later life, and his legacy.

George MacDonald was born on December 10, 1824 in Aberdeenshire, Scotland. Not a lot is known about his early life because of its obscurity. He was educated in country schools that taught the Old Testament and Gaelic myths, which would influence his future writing.
He went to Aberdeen University in the 1840s and got awards in Moral Philosophy and Sciences. He went on to study Congregational ministry at Highbury College in London.

In 1850, George accepted the pastoral position at Trinity Congregational Church, but his sermons on theology that was deemed incorrect were not pleasing to the congregation. George’s salary was halved, but not fired. He did some ministerial work in Manchester, but left because of his poor health, and taught at the University of London. In 1851, George married Louisa Powell in and eventually had six sons and five daughters. During this time, George decided to be a tutor and write freelance to support the growing family.

In 1855, he published his first poetry, called Within and Without. In 1858, he published Phantastes, which God used remarkably in C. S. Lewis’ life. Lewis claimed that it was the book Phantastes that God used to save him. After these, he published what has been called the first Scottish novels in realist fashion: David Elginbrod, Alec Forbes, and Robert Falconer. George received an invitation in the 1870s to tour and lecture in America. It was during this time that he likely met some of his close American friends: Ralph Waldo Emerson, Mark Twain, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, and Walt Whitman. George was also friends with Tennyson, William Thackeray, and Charles Dickens.

Then George started to write the stories that he is most known for. In the year 1871, he publish At the Back of the North Wind, and, in the years that followed, The Princess and the Goblin and The Princess and Curdie. From these titles, it may appear that George wrote for exclusively for children, but he denied this. “I write,” he stated, “not for children, but for the child-like: whether they be of five, fifty, or seventy-five.” This approach often led his stories to have deeper meanings than what appeared on the surfaces. George was pensioned at request of Queen Victoria herself after his return to England, but his poor health forced him to travel move to Italy, where he spent most of his time from 1881 to 1902.

During these years, he published moral allegories such as Lilith. In 1902, George’s wife of 51 years, Louisa, died. Shortly afterwards, in 1905, George MacDonald died of a long illness in Ashstead, England, and was buried alongside his wife in Aberdeenshire.

George MacDonald’s legacy is a great one – he left behind many books in his life. God used him greatly to bring some to Him. C. S. Lewis wrote about George MacDonald: “My own debt to this book [Phantastes] is almost as great as one man can owe to another: and nearly all serious inquirers to whom I have introduced it acknowledge that it has given them great help – sometimes indispensable help towards the acceptance of the Christian faith… I know hardly any other writer who seems to be closer, or more continually close, to the Spirit of Christ himself.” It is my prayer that this might be said of each of us as we live our lives everyday.


I love this…

http://wattsupwiththat.com/2008/10/10/meteorologists-predict-worst-autumn-on-record/

I promise I will post eventually. I’m sorry that I haven’t gotten around it yet…