One December, when my children were young, and I was having a difficult time physically, I spent a lot of time reading to them, because that was about all I could manage. We read Christmas stories all month and that’s when I discovered this treasure. I’ve reprinted Why the Chimes Rang in full for you to enjoy as you celebrate the birth of Christ! So cuddle up on the couch with your loved ones and worship the Christ Child with Pedro and Little Brother.Continue Reading
I’m a beef eater and am aware of the processes involved in slaughtering and butchering a cow, although it is not something I have ever witnessed. Reading her post and especially viewing her photos were difficult for me. I was especially troubled by seeing this cow alive one moment and the next …. gone.
I really had to take a moment to analyze my thoughts and emotions. Is it just because I’m a city girl far removed from what is really involved with getting food on my table? I’m sure that plays into it.
But what I realized is this. Death is an enemy (1Corinthians 15:26). It should always cause us to stop and pause. Because of the death of another, I live. In the physical realm, I need to be aware that another creature’s life nourishes me, and that is not to be taken lightly.
More importantly, my soul lives because of the death of another. Left to myself, I wander and am lost. Jesus, that day on the cross, gave His life as a sacrifice so that I may live. I deserved punishment, but He paid the price. And I am fed and nourished. I’m grateful for Wardeh’s post because it was a physical reminder to me of a wonderful spiritual truth.
Born Again Dirt: Farming to the Glory of God by Noah Sanders was published a few months ago, and I devoured it immediately. I don’t consider myself a writer, and so it has taken me a while to review it. (Sounds like a strange thing to say for someone with a blog, but my posts are more a chronicle of what I do, that don’t require a lot of writing skill). But the book is frequently on my mind, and I thought it valuable enough to force myself to do it.Continue Reading
This is my Father’s world, and to my listening ears
This is my Father’s world,
Fairest Lord Jesus, Ruler of all nature
Fair are the meadows,
Fairer still the woodlands
Robed in the blooming garb of spring
Fair is the sunshine,
Fairer still the moonlight
Beautiful Savior, Lord of all nations
Son of God and Son of Man
Glory and honor, praise, adoration
Now and forever more be Thine
Photographs are mine, except those of the moon and the stars. Used by permission.