A Prayer before Sleeping

Thursday, December 05, 2019
Before the ending of the day,
Creator of the world, we pray
That you, with steadfast love, would keep
Your watch around us while we sleep.

From evil dreams defend our sight,
From fears and terrors of the night;
Tread underfoot our deadly foe
That we no sinful thought may know.

O Father, that we ask be done
Through Jesus Christ, your only Son;
And Holy Spirit, by whose breath
Our souls are raised to life from death.






Black Thursday?

Thursday, November 28, 2019
It feels like it’s turning into one of those days where you have to push and fight for every inch forward. That every new thing on the schedule seems against you, like shoveling water, or running on ice.

Let’s just say that the car is in the shop, and I’ve just left the dentist with half a frozen mouth slurring speech. My appointments for the afternoon need to be rescheduled, depends on how long the car is in the shop.

But for today we do have the money to cover it. For today we’ll be alright.

There have been many years in our lives that we haven’t had the money. That we don’t get the car fixed or that we just pull the tooth and eat more soup.

Yet it’s not lost on me that all of our kids have straight teeth. That I have not had to eat more soup (although I want to eat more soup because I like it) And that whenever the broken cars we have had have died, there’s always been something else ready for us to use. Every time we’ve needed a vehicle, it’s been there.

So really I have much to be grateful for. I have not had to depend on my own strength or my own resources to save the day. Seems that the passage in Matthew 6 is true.

"Therefore do not be anxious, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the Gentiles seek after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you."

For us anyway.
Be blessed.






We called her the Velvet Fog because she always left a trail of blue smoke behind her.

I just never realized how many kms we put on it, till I found this photo.

We should have called it Jehoveh-jireh, God provides.



Ode On Solitude (or The Quiet Life)

Saturday, November 09, 2019
The Quiet Life

HAPPY the man whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air
In his own ground.

Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire;
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire.

Blest who can unconcern'dly find
Hours, days, and years slide soft away
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day,

Sound sleep by night; study and ease
Together mixt, sweet recreation,
And innocence, which most does please
With meditation.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.


Written by Alexander Pope
Felt by Randall, Pastor















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God Save The Queen

Tuesday, September 17, 2019
This has got to be one of the most moving pieces of music. This arrangement of the British National Anthem by Benjamin Britten arranged in the early 1960s.

In grade school we used to sing it whenever we sang O Canada. The two went together like peanut butter and grape jam. :)

But this arrangement is stunning and I've only heard of it because in recent years they have been singing it on the Last Night of the Proms.

It has become, in this version, much more the prayer that it was written to be.






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