May 22nd, 2014

returning to the proletariat being the worst threat imaginable in bourgeois society

It is 8:42 AM Thursday morning in the flow of existence. The sun is shining this morning which is cool. I just finished eating a morning meal. I am listening to the new Primal Scream record this morning. I have all the music of Primal Scream in my music collection. How many Christians right now are listening to Primal Scream. I got out to look at this morning a book titled, "Introduction To Reformed Scholasticism" by Willem J. Van Asselt.

I have been mainly reading lately a book I got in the mail yesterday titled, "The World of Yesterday" A Memoir by Stefan Zweig [newly translated by Anthea Bell]. I also read yesterday from these books, "Poets In Their Youth" A Memoir by Eileen Simpson and "The Image, or What Happened to the American Dream" by Daniel J. Boorstin.

Last night I mainly read "The World of Yesterday" by Zweig till I went to bed around 11 o'clock PM. I got up this morning around 6:30 AM. When I got up I made a pot of coffee and then messed with our main computer. After messing with our main computer I wrote in my paper diary and then fed the birds. After feeding the birds I messed with our lawn mower. I have to mow our lawn today.

Carol is having breakfast this morning with family members. So when she gets out of work this morning she will drive to north Holland and eat with members of her family. I cooked myself breakfast this morning after writing in my diary.

I do not know what else to report. Last night before Carol went to work I was telling her that lately I find life around me to be creepy. What I mean by life being creepy is that it All seems so empty, shallow, plastic, phony, no substance due to sin and disgusting. I find it difficult some days to even look around me due to how imperfect everything is. I live in a ugly fallen world and yet I am to keep close to the Lord Jesus Christ. I need to pray. I need divine grace to keep smelling the smell of an old dog.

Well I will close to wait it out. There is no way of escape. Trapped.
  • Current Music
    Primal Scream "More Light"

God is the ruler yet

It is 11:46 AM late Thursday morning. Carol got home from having breakfast with family members around 10:45 AM. One of the things Carol told me this morning was that Cal and Beth had to put their lama down. Cal and Beth's lama was 18 years old.

Carol went to bed for the day. I have been wandering the house. I still do not feel like doing anything. I have been waiting for the auto repair shop to call me and tell me what is wrong with my old Dodge van.

I had this old gospel hymn come to my mind this morning. Carol is always telling me that this world belongs to God. No matter how bad things look in the world, the world still is under the rule of God. It is weird seeing the rulers of China and the ruler Putin of Russia downing shots of vodka on the internet. It would be something to see the Chinese army and the Russian army join together to take over the world.

Russia will attack and invade America prophecy

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.
  • Current Mood
    exhausted exhausted