Saturday, February 18, 2017

Meddies, Anyone?

Friday evening I watch a couple of o.t.a. programs.

Last evening I had the following for my viewing pleasure: 

and my noon news today: Humira.

What in the ever-loving blue-eyed world? Any government that cannot or will not control this sort of thing is either ineffectual or immoral. imho
(Yes, I know  one of the above does not fit the category, but the name would, don't you think?)

Thursday, February 16, 2017

Obviously I stole this. You well know that I've neither the tools nor the talent to do it.

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Putting Toothpaste Back into the Tube

In my reading recently I happened upon a  phrase the author used to describe a  character.  He  wrote, "Lowell was educated beyond  his  intelligence."

My father used a similar  saying.  His comment would  have been, "Lowell has more degrees than a thermometer, but not sense enough to pound sand in a rat hole."

Why do I  bring this up?  Simply this: there is a vast  chasm  between knowledge  and  wisdom.

It seems to me that  we are  living in an age  of knowledge in which learning is prized  above  all  else.  That is not  entirely a bad  thing, but that which  we emphasize in  the learning process is woefully incomplete and entirely inadequate to the building of individual character  such that  the society  might function smoothly as an  integral  organism.  Witness  the  incivility of man to  fellow-man; the  uncivil reactions and the mob mentality of the  many who disagree  with "the other side."

What we will ultimately witness is the ripping asunder of the society, chaos, anarchy, and who knows what.

Is it too late to inject an emphasis on character development into the learning process; too late to  teach respect for the self and for  others?  I like to hope not.

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

I 💗 U 😎 & 🌜,  U R my 😎, 🌜, & ✨,   🌭! I 💗 U > 🍦 & 🥓.  Ur my 💟!!!!!

Sunday, February 12, 2017

Love Lifted Me-- The Original Post

This morning I posted a blurb poking fun at myself for my ineptitude.  Well now.  This is the rest of the story.  I have a private blog in which I store thoughts, ideas, concepts, notions and so on that I do not share.  I thought I had lost the following post and wrote a substitute.  Today when I went to the private place, I discovered that I had written "Love Lifted Me" in the hidden blog.  There it was, so now I bring it forward to STSTT where it belonged in the first place.
"Lord I Lift Your Name On High"

Lord I lift Your name on high
Lord I love to sing Your praises
I'm so glad You're in my life
I'm so glad You came to save us

You came from heaven to earth
To show the way
From the earth to the cross
My debt to pay
From the cross to the grave
From the grave to the sky
Lord I lift Your name on high  --R.D. Founds 
We sang this chorus several times last Sunday as we often do.  Praise  is appropriate and certainly must be an element of  worship.  I have been  thinking, though, that some of  the old songs provided  a  deeper insight  into  the salvation message  and just why we praise God.  Yes, I know "It is  all about You." Yet it  is our  relationship with God  that provides us with an awareness  of who He is.
The phrase "lifted up" occurs well over 100 times in the King James Version of  the Holy Bible.  In most  instances it is  used in  reference to lifting up the eyes, the voice, the hand, and so on.  On occasion it refers  to lifting someone  up as from a pit (Joseph).  I do not find any reference  to man's  lifting  up of  the  Deity.  God  lifts  us up!
Jesus alone spoke of being lifted up, referring to His crucifixion.  These are the only references I can find regarding the lifting up of God.  John 3:14, John 3:18,

And thus it was an easy segue into recollections of songs we used to  sing in church.  This one  came to mind.  The  complete  teaching on  the condition of man without God, God's mercy and  forgiveness when we cry out to Him, our complete submission to His will.  From this, then, praise flows from man to God.  "Love so mighty and so true merits my soul's  best  song."   Finally the last  stanza characterizes our missionary zeal, for as we are  commanded, we  seek to persuade others  to come to  Jesus!

Apart from a simple-minded longing for the good old days, I miss the  worship in song plumbing the depths of man's degradation and soaring  to the heights to which the love of God lifts us!
                          "Love Lifted Me"
  1. I was sinking deep in sin, far from the peaceful shore,
    Very deeply stained within, sinking to rise no more,
    But the Master of the sea heard my despairing cry,
    From the waters lifted me, now safe am I.
    • Refrain:
      Love lifted me!
      Love lifted me!
      When nothing else could help,
      Love lifted me!
  2. All my heart to Him I give, ever to Him I’ll cling,
    In His blessed presence live, ever His praises sing,
    Love so mighty and so true, merits my soul’s best songs,
    Faithful, loving service, too, to Him belongs.
  3. Souls in danger, look above, Jesus completely saves,
    He will lift you by His love, out of the angry waves;
    He’s the Master of the sea, billows His will obey,
    He your Savior wants to be, be saved today.   --James Rowe

Love Lifted Me

I have a computer the keyboard of  which is  laid out  in such fashion that the "Delete" button is directly above the "Backspace" key.

I had (I thought) a beautiful Sunday morning post prepared and thought to remove an unnecessary space in the text.  You know what  happened.

I cried.  (Well, almost.)

I did a web search in an attempt to learn how to recover a lost draft.  (Wasted the hour in which I might have rewritten the post.)

 I offer you this instead of spiritual guidance or inspiration.  (Because a laugh at my expense is all I can offer you today.  Enjoy.)

The title is the title of the original long-gone and forever-missing article.  Sing the song; it will give you a lift.

Friday, February 10, 2017

Burrell's War

 Burrell:  Chaper 1 here; Chapter 2 here.

Chapter 3

Mr. Jenkins predicted accurately that the Burrell twins would continue to study and learn.  Scooter's passion for history led him to ferret out every book in the county that treated with the development of civilization, and particularly the history of the United States.  Shortly after he turned sixteen he sat  for admission at Emory and Henry College.  With his expansive knowledge of history, getting in was a breeze.  He  matriculated, applied himself to the required Latin and Greek studies, and went on to read  law with Rice & Rice in Bristol.  He was admitted to the bar in  the Commonwealth of Virginia at the age of twenty-one.

Meanwhile, Cooter had  continued his  education in a much different, but equally effective  way.  He fell in with a band of people to whom states' rights trumped the power of the federal government.  He spent hours debating these issues, mainly in the inns within the radius of a few miles, but also in the town squares.  Eventually Cooter was an observer at the Virginia General Assembly listening to the proceedings, and carrying his ideas to the people in the streets.  Always learning, always teaching.  In 1860 at the age of 23, Cooter stood  for  election  to  the House of Delegates.  He  was narrowly defeated, but not discouraged as he continued to promote his political ideals.

Inevitably both George Washington Burrell and Andrew Jackson Burrell were embroiled in the civil strife that tore  the nation apart and  when hostilities began and war was declared, each chose  his  side.  The Commonwealth along with a large bloc of Southern States seceded from the Union.  Cooter enlisted in the Confederate army.  Scooter, on the other hand, had a  deep-seated love for his  country that outweighed all other considerations.  He  joined the Union forces.

In their respective armies, each Burrell achieved the rank of Infantryman, Private and each was posted to active duty in the war.

Nearing mid-February 1865 moving with Sherman's Army up the coast Scooter Burrell was in the push against Wilmington led by General Schofield.  It was vital for the Confederacy to hold Wilmington, equally important to the Union to take it.  Scooter was near the end of the left flank as the point moved ahead.  Slogging through the marshes was incredibly tiring, but vigilance was the watchword.  As Burrell cautiously moved forward, he spotted to his left a grey uniform, twenty-five yards.  As he assayed to take aim, the splash of a fish or a bird on the water behind him caught the attention of the Reb and when he looked up he saw the Blue raising his rifle.  Cooter immediately responded in kind, and in the instant of sighting and aiming, each soldier was looking squarely into his own face.

A choking in his throat and a feeling that his heart would stop, Cooter held his aim.  A tear ran down Scooter's cheek, and the report of the rifles was as one.  Two minie balls  sped toward their targets.

The family Bible, entry on the "Deaths" page:

George Washington Burrell, February 11, 1865, Wilmington, North Carolina.  Aged 28 years, two days.
Andrew Jackson Burrell, February 11, 1865, Wilmington, North Carolina.  Aged 28 years, two days.


Tuesday, February 7, 2017

School's Out

 Burrell:  Chapter 1 here.

Chapter 2

The boys had celebrated their thirteenth birthday on a Sunday.  This was a particular boon to them, for chores, except for milking, and tasks of all sorts were laid aside on Sunday, the "day of rest."

There was no big party, of course, but their nine sisters and the parents made over them something fierce and there seemed to be nothing they would not do for them.  Thirteen!  In that time and place they had been conditioned to believe that attaining the age of thirteen was tantamount to achieving manhood.  And they were, indeed, strong young men, not yet quite as tall as Father, but they had long since passed their mother in height.  And as great as birthdays are, each boy felt in his heart that the coming Friday was even more significant.

On Friday, February 13, 1850, Cooter and Scooter along with a gaggle of sisters made their way, shuffling through a skiff of new snow, to the log schoolhouse.  And today was the last day for the twins.  Just at noon, Schoolmaster Jenkins pushed all the benches against the back wall and assembled the children in a celebratory circle around Ansel Williford, Daisy Norton, and the twins.

 "These four scholars," intoned Mr. Jenkins, "ahem, have successfully completed their studies here at Little Flat Lick School.  I suspect I have little left that I could teach them, but I pray fervently that they have learned enough here to keep the fire of learning burning within themselves that they might continue to be Learners so long as they shall live."

"Now I have the honor of presenting these certificates to the honorees.  Ladies first.  Miss Daisy Norton, these eight years with you have been my pleasure and I wish you God's blessings and all happiness throughout your life.  Congratulations.

"Ansel Williford, you have challenged me for ten terms in more ways than you will ever know.  The row was sometimes hard for you to hoe, but you persevered, stuck with it until you were able to pass all the prescribed courses.  Congratulations.

"Scooter Burrell, Cooter Burrell, if I call one of you I would never know if the right one turned to to receive his certificate."

"Oh, no, Mr. Jenkins, sir.  We would not trick you on this day, lest perhaps we would not be official!"

Everyone laughed, including Mr. Jenkins.  "All right, then, Cooter please step forward."  He did.  "Cooter, the challenges that you and your brother have laid at my doorstep have been many and memorable.  Yet I am proud that you have come to this moment in your life.  You have a burning interest in the affairs of the community and the country.  I foretell that you will serve your community in a capacity which will make us all proud.  Congratulations.

"Scooter, for the times you have taken a test for your brother, and for the times you allowed him to take your punishments, I forgive you."  Scooter's face blushed redder than his hair. "You fellows continue to labor under the delusion that you have me deceived, that I cannot tell you apart.  And for some time that was the case.  But I know you both too well now. A few words from your lips betray the owner of those words.  You, like your brother, have a burning passion.  Yours is for history, where we came from, and I think, the puzzle of where we are going.  I scarce need to urge you to continue your studies in history and civics.  I know you will.  I predict that you will read law and perhaps one day stand in the courts in Richmond.  Congratulations."

And with that and much back-slapping from the younger children, these four were released from school to pursue their life dreams.