So is anyone else who thinks this is a good plan.

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Urgent care clinic… just a virus… thank you God.

MV District Invitational Events Contest. Fantastic hot lunch available. 26 schools competing. Solo Musical Theater@ 0956 and Poetry @ 1356. So far good day. Sellah competed with the following. I enjoyed her mannerishms, the way she used her voice to draw her audience into the poem. Her facial expressions evoked sadness, wonder, and joy. It was good. So happy to have gotten the chance to see her performance.

Go Down, Death
by James Weldon Johnson

Weep not, weep not,
She is not dead;
She’s resting in the bosom of Jesus.
Heart-broken husband–weep no more;
Grief-stricken son–weep no more;
Left-lonesome daughter –weep no more;
She only just gone home.

Day before yesterday morning,
God was looking down from his great, high heaven,
Looking down on all his children,
And his eye fell on Sister Caroline,
Tossing on her bed of pain.
And God’s big heart was touched with pity,
With the everlasting pity.

And God sat back on his throne,
And he commanded that tall, bright angel standing at his right hand:
Call me Death!
And that tall, bright angel cried in a voice
That broke like a clap of thunder:
Call Death!–Call Death!
And the echo sounded down the streets of heaven
Till it reached away back to that shadowy place,
Where Death waits with his pale, white horses.

And Death heard the summons,
And he leaped on his fastest horse,
Pale as a sheet in the moonlight.
Up the golden street Death galloped,
And the hooves of his horses struck fire from the gold,
But they didn’t make no sound.
Up Death rode to the Great White Throne,
And waited for God’s command.

And God said: Go down, Death, go down,
Go down to Savannah, Georgia,
Down in Yamacraw,
And find Sister Caroline.
She’s borne the burden and heat of the day,
She’s labored long in my vineyard,
And she’s tired–
She’s weary–
Go down, Death, and bring her to me.

And Death didn’t say a word,
But he loosed the reins on his pale, white horse,
And he clamped the spurs to his bloodless sides,
And out and down he rode,
Through heaven’s pearly gates,
Past suns and moons and stars;
on Death rode,
Leaving the lightning’s flash behind;
Straight down he came.

While we were watching round her bed,
She turned her eyes and looked away,
She saw what we couldn’t see;
She saw Old Death. She saw Old Death
Coming like a falling star.
But Death didn’t frighten Sister Caroline;
He looked to her like a welcome friend.
And she whispered to us: I’m going home,
And she smiled and closed her eyes.

And Death took her up like a baby,
And she lay in his icy arms,
But she didn’t feel no chill.
And death began to ride again–
Up beyond the evening star,
Into the glittering light of glory,
On to the Great White Throne.
And there he laid Sister Caroline
On the loving breast of Jesus.

And Jesus took his own hand and wiped away her tears,
And he smoothed the furrows from her face,
And the angels sang a little song,
And Jesus rocked her in his arms,
And kept a-saying: Take your rest,
Take your rest.

Weep not–weep not,
She is not dead;
She’s resting in the bosom of Jesus.

17°F NE3mph SR0649 SS1748

Morning Offering given

The lake is peaceful

Coffee dripping

I am ill. Woke yesterday with stuffy nose. Very stuffy today, sore throat, bad ears. I’ll need to find a clinic for a strep test. No speech contest for me, the man will have to go it alone while I find a clinic.

Antonio Cardinal Bacci speaks today on Avarice (extreme greed for wealth or material gain) & Ambition (strong desire to do or to achieve). He uses the words “unscrupulous businessman” and “careerist” as descriptive words. Reminding us that seeking adulation for ourselves (excessive admiration/praise) gains us nothing as we often end up losing our own soul.

I’m going one step further here this morning and stating our current contenders for the presidency both fit into these catagories. As neither do what they do for any reason other than personal gain. Whether that gain is monetary or notority. It matters not at this point who wins the race as the nation will have already lost.

Know you are prayed for.

26°F NNW12mph SR0650 SS1743

Village quiet

Coffee good

I pulled my Give him 5 cup from the cabinet this morning. Back in ’12/’13 I had purchased it from ‘give him 5’ along with a little muslin bag with prayer helpers in it. I learned this morning she had passed away. May she rest in peace.

Today I remember and smile over the engagement of my bil (M) and sil (S) back in 1992. Time has flown. They now have grandchildren and will have another wedding this year. God is good all the time.

Ponder… Matthew 15:25-32… He was mocked by bandits, chief priests, and scribes. Had we been there ourselves, we confess, we may have joined in. Forgive us all who–then and now–understand his mysterious power too poorly. As a reminder of Christ’s sacrifice and suffering, wear a cross today.

Know you are prayed for.