Evening Portion written by Robert Hawker

"The ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price."—I Pet. iii. 4.

My soul! where is this to be had? Hast thou considered it in its importance, or in its attainment; whence it cometh, and on whose account it is given? Sit down, this evening, and ponder over it. What is a meek and quiet spirit, but grace, in all its blessed properties and saving effects, keeping the heart and mind through Christ Jesus? Now mark some of the many precious things belonging to it. The fountain of it is God; for "every good gift, and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning,'' James i. 17. It is also the purchase of Christ's blood, and the fruit of the Holy Ghost; and so infinitely important in its operation, that believers are said thereby "to be made partakers of the divine nature, having escaped the corruption that is in the world through lust," 2 Pet. i. 4. And what a lustre doth the possession of it impart to the whole man? Being a portion of the same Spirit which was given to the manhood of Jesus without measure; it produces a resemblance and similitude in the character of every renewed soul to him. As a fair and beautiful countenance gives a loveliness to the natural form, so grace is that which gives the whole that can be called blessed, or engaging to the spiritual. Hence a poor man with grace in his heart, is infinitely more lovely in the sight of God, than the persons of the great void of it, though the blood of kings were to flow through their veins. It is this which is the source, and it is this which gives the finishing gracefulness to the whole man. And as it flows from God, so all its tendencies are to God. Next to the person of Jesus, the grace of Jesus, is, or ought to be, the one earnest object and desire of every soul. Until we have this ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, every man by nature, in the sight of God, is of no esteem. There can be nothing lovely or desirable in the unregenerate. "lie that liveth in pleasure, is dead while he liveth," saith the scripture, I Tim. v. 6. And however, to our view, the actions of such may carry with them much moral sweetness, yet as those actions are not quickened from the Spirit of grace, they are no other than as flowers strewed over the bodies of the dead. They are of no esteem in the sight of God. The person must be first sanctified by grace, and then the action follows. The Lord had respect first to Abel, and then to his offering; but as to Cain, as he had no respect, so neither could his offering be acceptable; Gen. iv. 4, 5. My soul! what saith thy experience to these things? Hast thou this precious grace, this saving grace, this sanctifying grace, which flows at once from God the Father's gift, the blood and righteousness of Jesus Christ, and the regenerating influences of God the Holy Ghost? Are those blessed effects wrought in thee, which saving grace is sure to work? Is God's glory your delight; his Christ your Christ; his salvation your salvation? Hast thou felt the renewing, transforming, confirming, establishing principles of grace, flowing in from the Spirit of Jesus upon thy spirit, so that the new man is "renewed in knowledge, after the image of him that created him?" In a word, hast thou so beheld, as in a glass," the glory of the Lord, that thou art changed into the same image, from glory to glory, even as by the Spirit of the Lord? "If, my soul, thou hast these blessed tokens, these ornaments of a meek and quiet spirit, which are in the sight of God of great price: then dost thou possess that which all the world can neither give nor take away. "It cannot be gotten for gold, neither shall silver be weighed for the price thereof. "Precious Jesus! it is the purchase of thy blood, it comes from the sovereign gift of God the Father, and is the earnest of the Holy Spirit! Lord, seal my soul with it "to the day of eternal redemption!"
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shake the dust off your feet

It is 9:44 AM Thursday morning on a cold, damp, gray ugly day. It feels like late Autumn this morning. Maybe the world is entering another Ice Age? Maybe the earth will never experience another Spring Season?

I got up this morning around 6:38 AM. When I got up Carol was getting ready to leave the house to go out into the world to meet someone for a meal. She left soon after I got out of bed. She is still out in the world someplace probably talking to someone who is not listening to her. People generally are trapped in their selves.

I have mainly spent the morning writing in my paper diary and reading from a book titled, 'The Life Of Jesus Christ' Part One Volume 2, Chapters 41-92 by Ludolph Of Saxony Translated By Milton T. Walsh.

It is 9:50 AM Carol just got home from being out in the dead American world. She told me she when she was walking in that she dropped off a load of stuff at the Gateway Center Holland Rescue Mission. We now got to drive over to Gateway and unload the van of shit. I do not know how many loads I will have to take to Gateway to get the lower level library free dehauled throw the books into a bottomless fiery pit.

Last night I mainly read till my bedtime the novel 'Wolf' by Jim Harrison. This novel 'Wolf' has become one of my all time favorite novels.

Well, I suppose I should close to find out what Carol wants to do next in this icy cold death flow.

American Goldfinch
american goldfinch
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    Altarage 'The Approaching Roar'

grace of revelation

It is 1:47 PM Wednesday afternoon in a gray cold death flow. I was sitting in my main study writing in my paper diary and I fell asleep. I decided to write in my online diaries as well to keep me falling over in a state of pure physical and mental exhaustion.

I got up this morning around 6 o'clock AM. Carol was already up when I got up to face my Life (born August 14, 1952). I spent the morning dozing and writing in my paper diary. Carol left to attend a Woman's Bible Study at her church. While she was gone I read, wrote in my diary, and filmed a video for my Youtube channel.

Carol came home from the Bible Study with three children. Carol is babysitting three small children for a woman she knows at her church till 3 o'clock PM. Carol feels good if she is doing good deeds all the time. The Christian life should be one of constant good deeds.

The last book I attempted to read this afternoon was or is titled, 'God In Himself: Scripture, Metaphysics, and the Task of Christian Theology' by Steven J. Duby.

Since I can't stay awake I will close to drift.

white-crowned sparrow
white-crown sparrow
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Reading Report



Reading Report

'A User's Guide to Melancholy' by Mary Ann Lund

'The Anatomy Of Melancholy' by Richard Burton

'Contemplating God with the Great Tradition: Recovering Trinitarian Classical Theism' by Craig A. Carter

'The Life Of Jesus Christ' Part One Volume 2, Chapters 41-92 by Ludolph of Saxony Translated By Milton T. Walsh

'Wolf' A Novel by Jim Harrison

'The Accidental Life: An Editor's Notes on Writing and Writers' by Terry McDonell

'Backward Ran Sentences: The Best of Wolcott Gibbs from The New Yorker' Edited And Introduced By Thomas Vinciguerra

'Dynamics Of Spiritual Life: An Evangelical Theology Of Renewal' by Richard F. Lovelace

'Catholicism: Study Edition' by Richard P. McBrien
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fundamental sense of the divine mediated by the created order

It is 7:24 PM Tuesday evening here in West Michigan. Another day has gone in the History Book. No day that has ever happened is forgotten by God the Creator. Because God created each day He therefore knows each day forever. Time is never gotten by God. We are responsible for how we use God's Time. It is a sin to waste time eating Lemon Cake and eating Girl Scout Cookies. One should use Time in such a way that is creative and sets for the beauties of Reality in a world that is dying.

I spent the day mainly writing in my paper diary, messing with our main computer, and reading from a book titled, 'God In Himself: Scripture, Metaphysics, and the Task of Christian Theology' by Steven J. Duby. I also read today from these two books, 'Contemplating God with the Great Tradition: Recovering Trinitarian Classical Theism' by Craig A. Carter and 'The Life Of Jesus Christ' Part One Volume 2, Chapters 41-92 by Ludolph of Saxony Translated By Milton T. Walsh.

Carol was gone most of the day. She was here for awhile to baby-sit Josie. So the day has gone by. Carol and I did fill up the car with more used book to haul off to Gateway Center Holland Rescue Mission tomorrow. I have to haul out of our library thousands of books this month and maybe into the Summer months. It is very sad to see my closest friends hauled away, but what can I do? I wish Carol loved books as much as I do so I did not have to throw into a pit of fire to be destroyed.

The weather today was hot. Things are really blooming now. I walked around our house this afternoon and everything is blooming. I just remembered I mowed the front and back yard today while Carol was out roaming the world.

Well I suppose I will close to brush my teeth and wait to go to bed. Tomorrow is a Wednesday in the death flow.

If I find the presence of mind this evening I plan to read once again from this book, 'Backward Ran Sentences: The Best of Wolcott Gibbs from The New Yorker' Edited And Introduced By Thomas Vinciguerra.

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the radical otherness of God

It is 11:48 AM late Tuesday morning. I just remembered our granddaughter Josie Joy comes to our house after she gets out of school at 2:30 PM. Our oldest son drops Josie off on the way back to his place. Caleb works from home and Josie gets bored by herself. So Caleb drops off Josie so her Noni can entertain her till Emily her mother comes home around 4:30 PM from work.

I got up this morning around 6:30 AM. I took drugs last night to enable me to sleep, so all morning I have felt like crap. It takes all morning and into the afternoon for this nerve drug to wear off. Plus this morning I ate eggs for breakfast and afterwards I felt like gagging. I am not into food. I am not a food junkie. I am into feeling empty so as to be filled with the Holy Ghost.

Carol left this morning to do errands. When Carol got home she changed her clothes and went to have lunch with her sister-in-law widow and her sisters for lunch. Carol's older brother died a couple of years ago from cancer.

I have spent the morning feeling sick, reading from a book titled, 'Contemplating God with the Great Tradition: Recovering Trinitarian Classical Theism' by Craig A. Carter. I also have been writing a ton of shit in my paper diary. The shit just flows out of me lately. I am wasted on Girl Scout Cookies and Lemon Pound Cake. I am overfed. I need to fast and pray instead of seeking stimulation of my intellect/creative juices.

Yesterday I received in the mail a book I had ordered titled, 'A User's Guide to Melancholy' by Mary Ann Lund. This book is a user's guide to the classic book, 'The Anatomy Of Melancholy' by Richard Burton. I looked at these books last night. So much to read as I float in smoke.

I also read last night before crashing, 'Backward Ran Sentences: The Best of Wolcott Gibbs from the New Yorker' Edited And Introduction By Thomas Vinciguerra.

Well it is now in the death flow 12:02 PM I will close to feel sick to the center of my Self.

robin
robin
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    The Mars Volta 'de-loused in the comatorium'

the idea of a specialist doctor for the mind

It is 4:49 PM Monday late afternoon here in West Michigan. It has been a warm cloudy sunny day. It is predicted to get hot tomorrow. The hot weather will cause more plant growth. I need to buy wild flower seeds next week. It is getting that Time of year to plant seeds in the ground.

I got up this morning around 6:30 AM. When I got up I found Carol reading in our living room. I got myself a cup of coffee and sat in the dining room waking up. Every morning when I get up I walk to my main study put on my glasses, write down the Date for my paper diary and write in the right corner of a sheet of Wide-Rule paper the Number of page it is Now in the history of Jonny Ray Keen A Writer & Christian Mystic.

I do not think Carol went anywhere today. Yes Carol leave the house this morning to take books we do not want to Bluestocking Books Store to see if the owner wanted them for instore credit. While Carol was gone to messed with my books down in the lower level seeking to determine to keep and what to give the Poor and wild wandering misfit.

I mainly read today is from a novel titled, 'Wolf' by Jim Harrison. I received this afternoon a book I had ordered from Amazon a book titled, 'A User's Guide to Melancholy' by Mary Ann Lund. This evening I have been reading the 'Introduction' to this guide to the famous 17the century classic, 'The Anatomy Of Melancholy' by Richard Burton Introduction By William H. Gass [New York Review Books Classic] The first edition of 'The Anatomy Of Melancholy' appeared in 1621.

There is not much else to write. I have been enjoying the Girl Scout Cookies. Last night I mainly read late into the night from a book titled, 'The Accidental Life: An Editor's Notes on Writing and Writers' by Terry McDonell.

I suppose I will close to go into the evening hours. I could filmed a video Monday Reads. I will close.

new book
new book
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    Rosk 'Miasma'