52°F WNW18mph SR0631(0531) SS1930(1830)
Morning Offering given
Village sleeps
Coffee good
St. Teresa of Calcutta, teaches us perseverance in her commitment to God’s poor despite struggles of faith.
Today we remember:
Karin Ficke Cook, deceased, CmomC, author, artist, friend;
David C, brother, son, friend who died in 2021;
Cora Jones, a child who was abducted and killed in 1994, and
James Slattery, who celebrates his 31st birthday today.
Read Hosea 12:Infidelity of Israel
RIAY Day 248: The Joyful Mysteries
Good Morning!
A might chilly here in the office this morning. The flannel shirt makes for a light jacket. Our village is hosting Fall Fest this weekend. Wednesday night, the bank hosted Brian Brueggen and the Dutchmen. I heard it was a joyful time. Tonight is the football game, carnival rides, and antique tractor pull. The village will be flooded with people having a merry time.
Today in History:
•1774 First Continental Congress convened
•1839 First Opium War began between the British Empire and the Qing dynasty of China
•1847 Outlaw Jesse James was born in Missouri
•1958 First color video recording on magnetic tape was presented in Charlotte, NC
•1877 Sioux Shirt Wearer Crazy Horse bayoneted by a US soldier
•1939Claudette Colvin was arrested for refusing to give up her seat on a Montgomery, Alabama, bus before Rosa Parks’ more famous protest.
•1969 Lt Wm Calley charged with the My Lai massacre
•1972 Massacre began at Munich Olympics
•1975 President Gerald Ford survives 1st assassination attempt
•2017 Hurricane Irma became one of the most powerful hurricanes ever recorded in the Atlantic Basin region with winds of 185mph
Have you ever thought about writing a book? Start by keeping a journal.
The Rainy Day
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.
My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.
Know you are prayed for.
In the "Wilds of Wisconsin & Cornfields of Iowa" 