March 17th, 2014

the conscience finds a firm hold only in Scripture

It is 9:45 AM Monday morning in the flow of ice. It is 10 degrees this morning, but there is cold sunshine. We are still surrounded by mountains of snow here in West Michigan.

I got up this morning around 6:55 AM. I did not want to get up and I did not want to stay in bed either. So I got up made a pot of coffee and then messed with our main computer. In the mornings I look a Yahoo News, Blogs, and music reviews. I am addicted to music and books. What is weird is I read little and listen hardly to any music. I think I buy books and music because I am sick. I spend money without any rational reasons. I am spoiled rotten. I should give more money to the poor. But we are the poor of the earth. Like I always write "I am trapped".

After messing with our main computer I wrote in my paper diary and then I read for morning worship a book titled, "A New Testament Biblical Theology: The Unfolding Of The Old Testament In The New Testament" by G. K. Beale.

Carol called around 8:55 AM telling me she was done with work and ready to come home. She has two more shifts and then she leaves to visit Beth, Andy and their new baby in Arizona this coming Thursday afternoon. I will see maybe next month Carol when she flies back to Michigan to take up once again the task of existence.

Last night I read these books and watched television.

"Proust At The Majestic: The Last Days Of The Author Whose Book Changed Paris" by Richard Davenport-Hines

"Five Skies" a novel by Ron Carlson

"A New Testament Biblical Theology" by G. K. Beale

After reading my books I watched television and went to bed around 11:10 PM. During the night I woke up several times thinking someone was trying to break into our house and kill me. I am always anxious because I am resting in the arms of Jesus. Does that make sense? I am a man of little faith. I have a baby finger faith grasping the finger of God.

Well I suppose I will close to drift through this cold sunny late Winter day. There is no way out.
  • Current Music
    Mogwai "Rave Tapes"

Rest In Jesus

Come with all thy sorrow,
Weary wandering soul!
Come to Him who loves thee—
He will make thee whole.


There is rest in Jesus,
Sweet, sweet rest;
There is rest in Jesus,
Sweet, sweet rest.

He, thy strength in weakness,
Will thy refuge be;
Cast on Him thy burden—
He will care for thee.


Come in faith believing,
To His will resigned;
Ask, and He will give thee;
Seek, and thou shalt find.


See the door of mercy!
Wouldst thou enter there?
Knock, and He will open;
Lo! the key is prayer.


"Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." Matt. 11:28
  • Current Mood
    contemplative contemplative

the painter places the viewer on the edge of the abyss that everyone carries inside himself

It is 3:49 PM Monday afternoon. It is 30 degrees outside and the sun is still shining. It is suppose snow tomorrow and Wednesday here in West Michigan. I just got up from a nap. I laid down around 2 o'clock PM and now it is 3:50 PM.

This morning I left the house to do an errand for Carol and to visit thrift stores in search of used books to add to our library.

I found these used books this morning at thrift stores.

"Diplomacy" by Henry Kissinger

"The Good Priest's Son" a novel by Reynolds Price

"The Lure Of The Sea: The Discovery of the Seaside 1750-1840" by Alain Corbin

"The Wapshot Chronicle & The Wapshot Scandal" two novels by John Cheever

"Studies In Classical And Byzantine Manuscript Illumination" by Kurt Weitzmann

While out today I stopped downtown Holland to visit the Full Music store to say hello to Steve the owner of this hole in the wall music store. While at the Full Music store I bought three used CD's for my music collection.

I was home from my wanderings around 12:10 PM. Now it is 3:59 PM in the flow of existence.

Not much else to report this afternoon. I am stressed out about Carol leaving this week for Arizona, but I understand her need to see our first grandbaby. Also Carol wants to help Bethany and Andy adjust to having a baby in their lives. Children bring a new dimension to ones marriage. Taking care of a newborn is a twenty-four hour job.

Well, I will close to suffer in silence. What else can I do but pray.

a painting titled 'The Monk by the Sea' by Caspar David Friedrich

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  • Current Music
    Thee Oh Sees "Singles Collection" Vol. 3