January 9th, 2014

This is my Father’s world

This is my Father’s world, and to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres.
This is my Father’s world: I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
His hand the wonders wrought.

This is my Father’s world, the birds their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white, declare their Maker’s praise.
This is my Father’s world: He shines in all that’s fair;
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass;
He speaks to me everywhere.

This is my Father’s world. O let me ne’er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father’s world: the battle is not done:
Jesus who died shall be satisfied,
And earth and Heav’n be one.

This is my Father’s world, dreaming, I see His face.
I ope my eyes, and in glad surprise cry, "The Lord is in this place."
This is my Father’s world, from the shining courts above,
The Beloved One, His Only Son,
Came—a pledge of deathless love.

This is my Father’s world, should my heart be ever sad?
The lord is King—let the heavens ring. God reigns—let the earth be glad.
This is my Father’s world. Now closer to Heaven bound,
For dear to God is the earth Christ trod.
No place but is holy ground.

This is my Father’s world. I walk a desert lone.
In a bush ablaze to my wondering gaze God makes His glory known.
This is my Father’s world, a wanderer I may roam
Whate’er my lot, it matters not,
My heart is still at home.

http://www.hymntime.com/tch/htm/t/i/s/tismyfw.htm

"For the world is Mine, and all its fullness" Psalm 50:12
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the Apostles and not ourselves are the foundation stones

It is 10:19 AM Thursday morning right now in West Michigan. I see sunshine shadows on the wall in front of me. It is 17 degrees this morning by Lake Michigan. The roads are still icy and too dangerous for me to drive on.

I got up this morning around 5:50 AM. I feel very sleepy right now, but do not feel like taking a nap. I went to bed early last night and now I am paying for it. I need to feel tired when I go to bed. My sleep routine is all messed up. So I got up this morning, made a pot of coffee and then messed with our main computer. Next I cooked myself breakfast and wrote in my paper diary.

Carol called around 8:10 AM to tell me she was finished with work and ready to be picked up. When I picked up Carol she told me she wanted us to stop at a local car wash gas station to get a Detroit Free Press and a US Today newspaper and doughnuts. Carol wanted to read newspapers and drink a glass of wine before going to bed this morning. So we stopped and got newspapers and doughnuts for my wife. She is now off four nights from work. Saturday she plans to go with a friend to visit another friend south of Holland for the day. This friend Carol and her friend are visiting lost her husband late last year. The woman friend woke up one morning to find her dear husband dead on the living room couch.

So the morning has gone by. Carol has gone to bed for the day and I have been reading from a book titled, "The Holy Spirit in Puritan Faith and Experience" by Geoffrey F. Nuttall. I bought this book many years ago. Many years ago I was always looking for good books on 17th century English Puritanism. I got this book out because one of my LJ friends who is a Quaker commented recently that Richard Baxter wrote against the early 17th century Quakers. I told my LJ friend about this book by Nuttall to read on Puritanism, Richard Baxter and Quakerism. Years ago I read a good biography on the founder of Quakerism titled, "First Among Friends: George Fox & the Creation of Quakerism" biography by H. Larry Ingle.

Last night I watched television and went to bed early. Now it is another day in my life.

Well since I am falling asleep I will close to feel totally wasted.

Yesterday I mainly read "The Divine Life" a treatise by Richard Baxter. I plan to read some more of Baxter's treatise, "The Divine Life" today when I am not falling asleep. Existence keeps speeding by. There is no way out.

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www.npr.org/blogs/allsongs/2014/01/08/249345302/ambien-dreams-and-naked-desert-walks-st-vincent-on-her-new-album
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O fix not your minds on fading things

It is now in the flow 2:07 PM Thursday afternoon. It is 9 degrees outside right now. I thought since I can not go outside I would quote from Richard Baxter's treatise "The Divine Life"-

"Remember then, christians, and still remember it, that eternity is the matter of your faith and hope! Eternity is your portion and felicity! Eternity is the end of all your desires, and labours, and distresses! Eternity is your religion, and the life of all your holy motions; and as without the capacity of it you would be but beasts, so without the love and desire of it, and title to it, you would be but wicked and miserable men. Set not your hearts on transitory things, while you stand near unto eternity. How can you have room for so many thoughts on fading things, when you have an eternity to think on? What light can you see in the candles or glow-worms of this world, in the sunshine of eternity? O, remember when you are tempted to please your eyes, your taste, and sensual desires, that these are not eternal pleasures! Remember when you are tempted for wealth or honor to wrong your souls, that these are not the eternal riches! Houses and lands are not eternal! Meats and drinks are not eternal! Sports and pastimes, and jocund sinful company, are not eternal! Alas, how short! how soon do they vanish into nothing! But it is God, and our dear Redeemer, that are eternal! The flower of beauty withereth with age, or by the nipping blast of a short disease; the honors of the world are but a dream; your graves will bury all its glory. Down comes the prince, the lord, the gallant, and suddenly takes his lodgings in the dust. The corpse that was pampered and adorned yesterday, is a clod to-day. The body that was bowed to, attended, and applauded but the other day, is now interred in the vault of darkness, with worms and moles. To-day it is corruption and most loathsome thing, that lately was dreaming of an earthly happiness. One day he is striving for riches and pre-eminences, or glorying and rejoicing in them, that the next day may be snatched away to hell. O fix not your minds on fading things, that perish in the using, and by their vanishing mock you that set your hearts upon them. . ." pg. 774 Richard Baxter
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Richard Baxter and His Gospel an article by Maurice Roberts

Richard Baxter was born on the 12th of November, 1615 at Rowton, Salop, and died at the age of 76 on the 8th of December, 1691. We meet here this evening to commemorate the 300 years of his death. This event is one of several which have been arranged here in Kidderminster. Many of you will know that in June, Professor James I. Packer gave a lecture on 'Richard Baxter: a Man for all Ministries' and still to come, I notice, there is a lecture on the subject 'Who was Richard Baxter?' to be delivered later in the year, and an evening of readings from his writings, a Study Day and a commemorative service. The name of Richard Baxter will be associated with Kidderminster as long as the world stands. The Illustrated London News for August the 7th, 1875, referring to the great Puritan divine whose statue of white marble on its pedestal of Aberdeen granite had been newly erected, put it in this way:

Baxter without Kidderminster would have been but part of himself. Kidderminster without him would have been famous for nothing but its carpets.

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