December 26th, 2015

for there is no better way of serving God than to love him

It is 9:05 AM Saturday morning in the death flow. A cold cloudy morning here by Lake Michigan. I wonder if Lake Michigan is frozen over yet. Usually by this time of year one can see ice bergs on Lake Michigan.

I got up this morning around 6:15 AM. I took a hot shower this morning since I never got around to taking one last night. After my morning cleansing I made myself a small bowl of oatmeal (I have gained during the recently holy day feasting six pounds! I need to fast this week.). I ate my oatmeal after messing with our main computer. After breakfast I wrote in my paper diary and read my commentaries on Psalm 18. My wife got home from work around 8:38 AM and has gone to bed for the day. Existence keeps decaying.

This morning I volunteer at the Herrick District Public Library used books store from 10 AM till 1 PM. Do not know what I will do this afternoon to kill Time.

Last night I read my books and went to bed early.

Our son Josiah called last night to wish us a Merry Christmas.

So that is about it when it comes to news on the home front. I suppose I will close to face what ever comes next. I am trapped.

"[1] I will love thee, O LORD, my strength.
[2] The LORD is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower.
[3] I will call upon the LORD, who is worthy to be praised: so shall I be saved from mine enemies.
[4] The sorrows of death compassed me, and the floods of ungodly men made me afraid.
[5] The sorrows of hell compassed me about: the snares of death prevented me.
[6] In my distress I called upon the LORD, and cried unto my God: he heard my voice out of his temple, and my cry came before him, even into his ears.
[7] Then the earth shook and trembled; the foundations also of the hills moved and were shaken, because he was wroth." Psalm 18:1-7
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    Julia Holter 'Have You In My Wilderness'

Thee Will I Love, My Strength, My Tower

Thee will I love, my strength, my tower,
Thee will I love, my joy, my crown,
Thee will I love with all my power,
In all Thy works, and Thee alone;
Thee will I love, till the pure fire
Fill my whole soul with chaste desire.

Ah, why did I so late Thee know,
Thee, lovelier than the sons of men!
Ah, why did I no sooner go
To Thee, the only ease in pain!
Ashamed, I sigh, and inly mourn,
That I so late to Thee did turn.

In darkness willingly I strayed,
I sought Thee, yet from Thee I roved;
Far wide my wandering thoughts were spread,
Thy creatures more than Thee I loved;
And now if more at length I see,
’Tis through Thy light and comes from Thee.

I thank Thee, uncreated sun,
That Thy bright beams on me have shined;
I thank Thee, who hast overthrown
My foes, and healed my wounded mind;
I thank Thee, whose enlivening voice
Bids my freed heart in Thee rejoice.

Uphold me in the doubtful race,
Nor suffer me again to stray;
Strengthen my feet with steady pace
Still to press forward in Thy way;
My soul and flesh, O Lord of might,
Fill, satiate, with Thy heavenly light.

Give to mine eyes refreshing tears,
Give to my heart chaste, hallowed fires,
Give to my soul, with filial fears,
The love that all Heaven’s host inspires;
That all my powers, with all their might,
In Thy sole glory may unite.

Thee will I love, my joy, my crown,
Thee will I love, my Lord, my God;
Thee will I love, beneath Thy frown,
Or smile, Thy scepter, or Thy rod;
What though my flesh and heart decay?
Thee shall I love in endless day!

"I will love thee, O LORD, my strength" Psalm 18:1
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    contemplative contemplative

Christ's mediation of the divine mind to human beings by his Spirit

It is in the death flow 2:14 PM Saturday afternoon. Outside it is raining ice right now. I got home from the library book nook around 1:10 PM. I had not customers today in the used books store. I read this book at the book nook today "Theology and the Mirror of Scripture: A Mere Evangelical Account" by Kevin J. Vanhoozer & Daniel J. Treier.

I brought home these used books from the library nook to ADD to our book collection-

"Gone Girl" a novel by Gillian Flynn

"Dark Places" a novel by Gillian Flynn

"Sharp Objects" a novel by Gillian Flynn

"The Snow Queen" a novel by Michael Cunningham

"Under The Wide And Starry Sky" a novel by Nancy Horan

"The Love Song of Miss Queenie Hennessy" a novel by Rachel Joyce

"Z A Novel of Zelda Fitzgerald" a novel by Therese Anne Fowler

When I got home from the library nook I ate lunch and wrote in my paper diary. Not much else going on. I suppose I will close to drift through the day. Existence keeps speeding by!

"[7] But we speak the wisdom of God in a mystery, even the hidden wisdom, which God ordained before the world unto our glory:
[8] Which none of the princes of this world knew: for had they known it, they would not have crucified the Lord of glory.
[9] But as it is written, Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him.
[10] But God hath revealed them unto us by his Spirit: for the Spirit searcheth all things, yea, the deep things of God.
[11] For what man knoweth the things of a man, save the spirit of man which is in him? even so the things of God knoweth no man, but the Spirit of God.
[12] Now we have received, not the spirit of the world, but the spirit which is of God; that we might know the things that are freely given to us of God.
[13] Which things also we speak, not in the words which man's wisdom teacheth, but which the Holy Ghost teacheth; comparing spiritual things with spiritual.
[14] But the natural man receiveth not the things of the Spirit of God: for they are foolishness unto him: neither can he know them, because they are spiritually discerned.
[15] But he that is spiritual judgeth all things, yet he himself is judged of no man.
[16] For who hath known the mind of the Lord, that he may instruct him? But we have the mind of Christ." First Corinthians 2:7-16
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    Ty Segall 'Ty Rex'