We Will Feast in the House of Zion - Keith & Kristyn Getty, Sandra McCracken

Who You Say We Are

Psalm 8 (Hallé)

Death Was Arrested

Mickey Newbury : An American Trilogy

From Social Media (so I can't Swear it actually happened!)

 A former Sergeant Major in the Marine Corps took a new job as a high school teacher. Just before the school year started, he injured his back. He was required to wear a plaster cast around the upper part of his body...

Fortunately, the cast fit under his shirt and wasn't noticeable. On the first day of class, he found himself assigned to the toughest students in the school. The students having already heard the new teacher was a former Marine were leery of him and he knew they would be testing his discipline in the classroom. Walking confidently into the rowdy classroom, the new teacher opened the window wide and sat down at his desk. When a strong breeze made his tie flap, he picked up a stapler and stapled the tie to his chest. Dead silence... The rest of the year went very smoothly.

O the Deep, Deep Love of Jesus -Michael Card

The Tim Walz Song (sung to: Pina Colada)

 

Subpoena Governor Tim Walz

Minnesota is drained.

Though he says it's not his fault

(only has half a brain!)

If you like Somalis defrauding you...

...for Billions in cash?

Tim's the man you should vote for...

...'cause he has his own stash!

Saw This Online -Can't Testify That It's True But...

 The hardware store closes at 6 p.m. It's 5:58 p.m. when the kid walks in.

Tom's been sweeping the same aisle for ten minutes, ready to lock up. Seventy years old, feet aching, one more hour until he can sit down at home. The kid can't be more than sixteen. Soaking wet from the rain. Shaking. "We're closing," Tom says, not unkindly. "Please. I just need... I need a lock. For a door." Something in the kid's voice. Terror. Desperation. Tom stops sweeping. "What kind of lock?" "I don't know. Just... one that works. That keeps people out." The kid's got a black eye. Fresh. The kind that's still swelling. Tom doesn't ask. Just walks to aisle seven. Shows him the locks. The kid reaches for the cheapest one. $8.99. "That one's garbage," Tom says. "Won't stop anyone determined." He hands him a deadbolt. Heavy duty. $34.99. The kid's face crumbles. "I only have twelve dollars." They stand there. Rain drumming on the roof. Store empty except for them. Tom takes the deadbolt to the register. Rings it up. "Twelve dollars." "But," "Sale price. Today only." The kid knows. Knows there's no sale. Knows this old man is lying. Tries not to cry and fails. Tom bags it. Adds a screwdriver. Free. "You know how to install it?" The kid shakes his head. "You got twenty minutes?" They drive in Tom's truck. Don't talk. The kid directs him to a rundown duplex on the east side. Upstairs apartment. Door frame cracked. Old lock broken, hanging loose. Tom installs the deadbolt. Takes him fifteen minutes. Tests it. Solid. Hands the kid both keys. "Someone tries to get in, you call 911. You hear me?" The kid nods. Tom's halfway to his truck when he hears it, "Why?" He turns around. The kid's standing in the doorway, backlit, holding those keys like they're made of gold. "Why did you help me?" Tom thinks about his own son. Twenty years ago. Different city. Same desperate eyes. Didn't make it. "Because you asked," Tom says simply. He drives home. Doesn't tell his wife. Doesn't think about it much. Three weeks pass. A woman comes into the store. Forty, maybe. Tired eyes but smiling. "Are you Tom?" "Yes, ma'am." "My son told me about you. The lock you sold him." She's crying now. "His father... my ex-husband... he's not a good man. That lock kept us safe until I could get the restraining order. Until we could breathe." She hands Tom an envelope. "It's not much. But it's the thirty dollars we owed you, plus a little more." Tom tries to refuse. She won't let him. "You didn't just sell him a lock," she says. "You saw him. You saw us. When we were invisible." After she leaves, Tom opens the envelope. Sixty dollars. And a note from the kid: "Installed three more locks for neighbors who needed them. Taught myself how. Going to trade school next year. Maybe I'll work in a hardware store someday. Be someone like you. -Marcus" Tom's manager notices him crying by the register. "You okay?" "Yeah," Tom says. "Just... yeah." That night, Tom stays two minutes past closing. Then five. Then ten. Just in case someone walks in at 5:58 p.m. Soaking wet. Desperate. Needing more than just a lock. Because he learned something, The last customer of the day might be the most important one you ever serve."

Veteran's Day 2025

Come, Christians, Join to Sing (Official Audio) - Matt Boswell, Matt Papa, Keith & Kristyn Getty

Christian Edition "Great Is The Lord"

Chris Tomlin - Holy Forever

God Will Make A Way = A Capella Praise Singers

Here Is Love, Vast as the Ocean (Everlasting Praise) Live from Sing!

A Face Only a Mother Could Love

In a more than slight deviation from regular blogging, have you seen this dog? Is it yours?? 

A homeless person said another homeless person tied him up and abandoned him. 

Hours and hours went by, no sign of the owner. I took the poor mutt home and made sure he was warm and had enough to drink and eat. 

Monday, I took him to the vet to get him checked out and a first round of shots. See if he was chipped. (He wasn't) 

 The doc said California law requires me to spend 14 days looking for his owner. Yes, the homeless person who abandoned him. Happy to do so! Please tell me which medium a homeless person is most likely to see? 

 If you recognize this guy, please tell me where you abandoned him and what he was wearing. His name would be helpful, too! He's a really sweet dog, so if you or someone you know wants him back, just tell me where you left him, and what collar(s) he was wearing. For your troubles, in addition to the mutt, you can have all the chew toys and dog paraphernalia I've acquired since Saturday..

Ciao.

Update: About a day after I wrote this, he stopped eating. Lost about two pounds from Monday to Saturday. Took him back to the vet. They gave him a Parvo test and referred me to a clinic in Elk Grove.

Their Parvo test came out negative, but they could see he was distressed. They tried both front legs to put a line in. Neither was successful. They gave me an estimate for the Parvo treatment of ten to thirteen thousand dollars!    : 0   Most expensive "free" dog I've ever had!

Thet kept him at the clinic for three days. Sent him home with me yesterday. Final bill was only around seven to eight grand, so, he's a bargain after all. He's perked up quite a bit since getting him back home.

I'll post a picture of him in captivity when I get a chance.

If his owner should show up in the next week, should I give them the bill?

Yeah. Right!

Psalm 27 (The Lord Is My Light) - Jordan Kauflin, Laura Story

Is California still the "Golden State"...

 ...or is it more "reddish-orange"?

Remember the Days when California Liberals used to Lecture Smokers on the Dangers of Secondhand Smoke?

 

“Silent Night” on a lovely 18 string harp guitar.

C