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Morning Offering given. I offer to Thee, O Lord, my whole being, and in particular all my thoughts, words, actions, and sufferings of this day. I consecrate them all to the glory of Thy name, beseeching Thee that through the infinite merits of Jesus Christ my Saviour they may all find acceptance in Thy sight.

Village sleeps

Coffee’s good

The house voted to end covid mandates for medical workers. Unvaxxed kidney & heart patients who were refused transplants will have their day in court.

The First Wednesday of every month is dedicated in devotion to the Most Chaste Heart of St. Joseph and it derives from Church-approved apparitions in Itapiranga, Brazil and the United States. Prayer for this devotion… O most watchful guardian of the Holy Family, teach me to love deeply the most Holy hearts of Jesus and Mary so that I can love deeply as they your most Chaste Heart, honoring it and making it known, as you deserve and ought to be honored and loved for all eternity.

Know you are prayed for.

Ode to Silkies

You keep me warm. when I am so cold, who would have thought. we’d be such good friends. when I grew old

I’m thinking if I must be cold, I am grateful for the wonderful sunshine we’ve had today with it. Haven’t taken the time to check, but January seemed to be a very gray sky month.

Have you noticed the dawn is coming sooner and dusk is happening later? Spring is on its way even if it doesn’t seem like it at this moment.

The text of St. Matthew runs as follows:

Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. (Verse 3)
Blessed are the meek: for they shall possess the land. (Verse 4)
Blessed are they who mourn: for they shall be comforted. (Verse 5)
Blessed are they that hunger and thirst after justice: for they shall have their fill. (Verse 6)
Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy. (Verse 7)
Blessed are the clean of heart: for they shall see God. (Verse 8)
Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God. (Verse 9)
Blessed are they that suffer persecution for justice’ sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. (Verse 10)

This song has been one of my favorites

Blessed are the poor in spirit,
longing for their Lord,
for God’s coming kingdom shall be theirs.
Blessed are the sorrowing,
for they shall be consoled,
and the meek shall come to rule the world.

Lead me, Lord, lead me, Lord,
by the light of truth
to seek and to find the narrow way.
Be my way; be my truth;
be my life, my Lord,
and lead me, Lord, today.

Blessed are the merciful, for mercy shall be
theirs,
and the pure in heart shall see their God.
Blest are they whose hunger only holiness
can fill,
for I say they shall be satisfied.
Lead me, Lord, lead me, Lord,
by the light of truth
to seek and to find the narrow way.
Be my way; be my truth;
be my life, my Lord,
and lead me, Lord, today.

I look around today and see more people interested in themselves, their thoughts, feelings, wants, needs, etc. at the expense of others. I can be guilty of this thought process very easily.

I remember this trend being promoted in the school systems in the early 70s. Things went from “the good of the whole” to “if it is right for you” I remember my mother-in-law and a few of her friends attending meetings trying to get this trend stopped. They were gaslighted by the academic community. A book called “Building on Solid Ground” by Thomas Williams, LC addresses this culture and offers suggestions on how to curb it. Had the academics listened, they would not have to promote their “kindness” policies today.

Had the school systems not outlawed religious beliefs…

Twitter, Gab, SP3RN, and Parler… no more posts, notifications, warnings, etc. In a couple more days, FB will be the same. I was surprised each photo had to be deleted separately; each tag removed. My wall looks sparse.

Sassy’s Front Porch will do fine here “in the wilds” and…

St John’s can be found at stjohnsummitridgewi.wordpress.com. apparently, it couldn’t stand alone on FB, although I tried with no help from Meta.

Instagram will soon bite the dust as well. My messages/txts will come on Signal. It is time to reconnect with the word around me. It is fun to keep in touch so easily but distracting and time-consuming. Dug out the old camera, might just be time to take a photo developing class and see the world through a lens that is not connected to the phone or internet.

We still have a house phone, hanging on the kitchen wall. Let me know if you need the number. Currently, it is used for telemarketers and faxing.

Family Tree Maker will once again receive a facelift.

Monday I pick up a new book… Terminal Freeze

Looking forward to talking with you again.

Know you are prayed for.

I started this blog space in April of 2020, thinking at that time I would end my page on Facebook; now, I am finally ready to do that.

This country isn’t what it used to be. Actually, the world isn’t either. My words have no chance of changing anything other than to get them out of my head onto paper. I doubt someone will delete me, put a notation on my words, or stop someone from reading what I have to say. But, I had those same thoughts years ago… I was wrong then and am probably wrong now.

To bring you up to speed with my world…

Eggs…national average, 3.60/doz large grade – A white. Fuel… national average, $3.49/gallon unleaded. Bread… nationally average, 1.89/ 1# loaf. Minimum wage… $7.25/hour. Milk, whole… $4.44/gallon. Rent… median $1’115.00/month. Home, 3 bedroom… $140,636.00 with $28,000.00 down payment.

Dismal, isn’t it. Unemployment national average in December’22… 3.5%. There are jobs available, but since the Covid 19 debacle, no one wants to work. Our farmers are suffering, the costs of fuel and feed are killing them.

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton