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Happy Saturday!
Today’s quote is from a pastor and author: “We are all faced with a series of great opportunities brilliantly disguised as impossible situations.”
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One more diversion
Chuck Swindoll?
John Piper.
Piper would have been my first guess, but since StuBob already said that, I’ll go with Max Lucado.
I’m only the fourth comment, I’ve actually seen the quote…and I don’t know who said it!
Chuck Swindoll said the above quote. He also said, “We cannot change our past. We can not change the fact that people act in a certain way. We can not change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude.”
Well my attitude is kinda stinky right now. I figured my bad week had finally resolved, but I got a call first thing this AM that our CNC machine was down again. So I’m at work researching the problem.
Oh well. I can always leave it for Monday. Which is what I’m gonna do since tech support isn’t available on weekends, and I can’t find the procedure to get things back on track….
Off to the shop to play! Attitude adjusted!
Five chicks have hatched so far, and more on the way from the sounds of it. I keep reminding the girls to think fried chicken, baked chicken, chicken and rice, chicken and dumplings. Not sure they have gotten past cute though.
Good quote today. Lynn. It goes along with your choice for the Meditation thread, in that we think things are impossible, but with God supporting us, we will not get weary while we do his will.
St. Franklin wins! Chuck Swindoll is correct. Enjoy your digital cappucino…
~~@)
Thanks, Peter L.
Personal to Mark Roth: I never noticed this post on the McCain VP thread the other day-
Thank you for the endorsement, but I would have to decline the SecState post. That would mean travelling to places like Moscow in winter, where it’s so cold. Costa Rica is always warm.
BTW- StuBob should be something medically related, like Sec of Health, or Surgeon General.
One more thing- Lynn Vincent for VP!
Mumsee,
One piece of advice I’ve heard (and you probably have too) is absolutely not to name anything you will someday eat. I myself think I could eat a fried chicken I’d once befriended–as long as someone else rendered it from live bird to supermarket-meat appearance. If I had anything at all to do with the death, I’m fairly sure I couldn’t eat it. (And I think I’d rather not know WHICH chicken I was eating. Don’t tell me it’s the chicken with the funny leg or whatever; let it be an anonymous bird.)
When I was a kid my dad bought a cow that we named Butch. When it came time to take Butch away and bring him back as hamburger and steak, no one had a problem with it. Butch was not a very pleasant or cooperative guy. He was stubborn and liked to kick. My younger brother, who had the responsibility of moving Butch from one place to another, particularly enjoyed his rib eye.
I’d like to point to a very interesting essay by Joel Belz over at the World Magazine part of the site, “Pathetic Tradeoff“. Given the strong opinions that have been expressed on the blog about immigration, Belz’s view was very refreshing.
Anyway we can put it into play?
Mumsee, just wait until the first chicken scratches one of the girls. She will relish eating that mean ol bird. My grandfather had chickens when I was small. A little red hen scratched me in the face and I believe I particularly enjoyed that meal. However the year my parents butchered out a hog at my great uncles farm I didn’t eat pork for a year.
12 & 13- We have friends who named the bull-calves (not cows, kbells, those are females) food names like Burger or Baloney, and the heifer-calves (females) nice flower names like Buttercup or Blossom. That way the children knew they were going to eat the males and not the females.
Sorry for my farm animal ignorance, Peter L. In spite of my father’s best efforts I am a suburbanite through and through.
Just don’t make your kids eat the animals they’ve named and become pets.
We had some bantams that our step sister had named, and for some reason they went in the pot. None of us had much appetite that night.
Just got back from dinner with our fellowship group and two more have hatched. Some have already been named but it is very clear that they will be dinner eventually. We called one steer Stir Fry. He was good.
When I was in HS we had a steer named “Mr. Steak” - kept a pig with a similar name (no it wasn’t “Mr. Bacon”).
Anyway, we kids were all afraid of the pig (likely a good thing for something we would eventually consume) so kept our distance. One day came home from school in rural WI to find the pig had gotten out of it’s pen. Walking up the long driveway after the bus dropped us off, the pig ran out to meet us. We made a beeline for a parked car next to the drive and stayed there till our folks returned from work - and laughed at us as they explained the pig was just looking to be friendly.
My memory of chickens was that they were cute as chicks, but their cuteness pretty much wore off by butchering time.
OK….this is a few days late, but it is still appropriate.
In Florida, an atheist became incensed over the preparation of Easter and Passover holidays. He decided to contact his lawyer about the
discrimination inflicted on atheists by the constant celebrations afforded
to Christians and Jews with all their holidays while atheists had no holiday to celebrate. The case was brought before a wise judge. After listening to the long passionate presentation by the lawyer, the Judge banged his gavel and declared “Case dismissed!” The lawyer immediately stood and objected to the ruling and said, “Your honor, how can you possibly dismiss this case? The Christians have Christmas, Easter and many other observances. Jews have Passover, Yom Kippur and Hanukkah…yet my client and all other atheists have no such holiday!” The judge leaned forward in his chair and simply said, “Obviously your client is too confused to even know about, much less celebrate his own atheists’ holiday!” The lawyer pompously said, “Your Honor, we are unaware of any such holiday for atheists. Just when might that holiday be, your Honor?”
The judge said, “Well it comes every year on exactly the same date — April 1st! Since our calendar sets April 1st as ‘April Fools Day’, consider that Psalm 14:1 and Psalm 53:1 state, ‘The fool says in his heart, there is no God.’ Thus, in my opinion, if your client says there is no God, then by scripture he is a fool, thus April 1st is his holiday!
Get it?”
PRAY THAT SOME DAY OUR COURTS WILL BE FULL OF THIS KIND OF JUDGE.
MAYBE THEN, WE CAN PUT GOD BACK WHERE HE BELONGS — IN EVERYTHING WE DO!!!
So, for Night Train, RDEAN, Erasmus and those who will not believe in God…….Happy Holidays!
My husband played at a fund raiser last night for a small school about 60 miles north of us. This school is actually a part of our own school district which is a collection of several of the smaller districts around and encompasses many, many miles. There was no snow when we left for home about 10:30 in the evening, but we came into blizzard conditions while still far from home. Many times it was impossible to see the road. We were sure glad to get home and hope the few people who were left and had to drive this way made it safely. We have about a foot of new snow and more on the way.
It is beautiful, but folks around here are quite sick of snow already. We are snug as two bugs in a rug, but had to miss church. We did miss many of the storms that hit the midwest this winter, so I guess it was our turn. I just wanted you all to know what you are missing. You can either sympathize or gloat as you desire.
Been a while since I’ve been in a good snowstorm. I do kinda miss it.
I’ll trade you a foot or two of snow for my allergic reaction to pollen….
The sad thing is, Make it Man, that both my husband and I suffer from allergies year round. When the snow starts to melt in the spring and the wind blows I get worse. I think molds are released. We both take a couple of medicines daily. There are plenty of molds, mildews, dustmites and food items that make us sick. It is very hard to pinpoint what all is doing what. Otherwise, I would be tempted to send you a foot. Of course, having a calla lily blooming on top my piano is probably not helpful either. My husband is out with the snowblower right now. We could just ship it out in a cooler.
Most of Montana has yet to see any hint of spring. I am ready for it! This morning it was 20 degrees at sunup. The warmest morning since October.
When our youngest son was about 6 he was tormenting our bantam rooster by throwing sticks at him. He managed to hit the rooster once and broke it’s leg. He felt really bad so his mom cut the handle off a toothbrush and splinted the leg. It was hilarious to watch the rooster limp around the yard with a stiff leg. We made a ramp so he could get up on the roosting platform in the garage. He would limp up the ramp and crow in the morning and then limp down again. It reminded me of Chester on Gunsmoke with his wooden leg.