OH MY WORD I JUST FOUND OUT ABOUT THIS!!! New episode from the Way of the Master; I WANNA SEE IT!!! Here’s the trailer for y’all. Sounds incredible, and that last clip is HILARIOUS!!!
2 Comments » Okay, it really wasn’t a super-storm. No power outages here, though the roads were rough (my poor father!) Anyhow, I woke up VERY late this morning, so after I got up, I was very shocked to see this outside the window:
But then I remembered that we were expecting about two feet of snow. Oh yeah. It was snowing pretty heavy outside; I don’t know if you can tell from the picture. At least all was quiet outside, except for the snow plows and the RUDE SNOW MOBILERS WHO DRIVE RIGHT PAST OUR HOUSE AT NIGHT. Maybe you can see their tracks here.
Sometimes I wake up and am shocked to see snow outside, then I remember, “Oh, yeah, it’s winter. Pooh.” Hee. Well, at least there is snow, not sleet or that HORRIBLE wet snow. Hee. Hee. Haha. WHOA! Alice is kinda LOOPY tonight. Like HARLEY. Have you ever visited this blog? It’s hilarious!
So if you have never seen snow, now you know what it looks like. 
But if the ministry of death, written and engraved on stones, was glorious, so that the children of Israel could not look steadily at the face of Moses because of the glory of his countenance, which glory was passing away, how will the ministry of the Spirit not be more glorious?
For if the ministry of condemnation had glory, the ministry of righteousness exceeds much more in glory. For even what was made glorious had no glory in this respect, because of the glory that excels. For if what is passing away was glorious, what remains is much more glorious.
Therefore, since we have such hope, we use great boldness of speech— unlike Moses, who put a veil over his face so that the children of Israel could not look steadily at the end of what was passing away. But their minds were blinded. For until this day the same veil remains unlifted in the reading of the Old Testament, because the veil is taken away in Christ.
But even to this day, when Moses is read, a veil lies on their heart. Nevertheless when one turns to the Lord, the veil is taken away.
Now the Lord is the Spirit; and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty. But we all, with unveiled face, beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from glory to glory, just as by the Spirit of the Lord. ( 2 Corinthians 4:7-18)
I have set the LORD always before my face;
Because He is at my right hand I shall not be moved. (Psalm 16:8)
They shall see His face, and His name shall be on their foreheads. (Revelation 4:22)
For it is the God who commanded light to shine out of darkness, who has shone in our hearts to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ. (2 Corinthians 4:6)
For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known. (1 Corinthians 13:12)
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Okey dokie! I have finished Chapter 5 (already) of the dramatic saga, Never Be Lost. I know, it is the fifth chapter and I am still just covering the introductory stuff, but from now on we should be delving into the meat of the story. Get ready, get set, go!
About an hour after sunset, Alex and Ben were just wrapping things up before they retired for the night.
Alex: Whew, yunno some say it’s hot in Kansas, but man, it’s hot out here!
They collapsed into two chairs on the deck for a breather.
Alex: Well, buddy, get ready for another day tomorrow.
Ben: What, you plan on sleeping?
Alex: Yeah, gee, what you gonna do?
Ben: Lay awake I guess, I mean, how can you sleep after what happened here?
Alex: Well, I wondered about that, too. But hauling that heavy equipment sure gave me a good reason. Please, Ben, don’t go on a mystery hunt. Don’t get distracted.By this time, the boys were ready to head to the cabin, but approaching footsteps on the deck were quickly followed by Kip’s voice.
“Hey, Ben, you wanna talk just a minute?”
Ben glanced at Alex. “Sure, is right here good?”
Kip seated himself, “This will do. Yunno, I have been thinking an awful lot since we talked out there. Yunno…you want to find out more about what’s been going on down here over the past 20 or 30 years, don’t you?”
Ben: Yes sir.
Kip: Yeah, you mentioned Annie Marshall. There have been a whole lot of others. Mr. Decker talked about ‘em. You know, if you really want to know about this stuff, and not just experience the Amazon, not just see the present state of these Indians, but know why they are where they are, why missions are at where it’s at, then I think you’re on the right track. Thing is, I know that some people really want that information and can’t seem to get it. Well… I guess I just felt it right to tell you, that… if you want answers, here is the place to get them. God put you in this place, in this time, for a reason, and it might not be to save all the Indians in the Amazon…not exactly. But, take advantage of every moment, and don’t waste it. Redeem the time, son. The days are short, and the future, as they say, is in the hands of young people like you boys. It’s high time young men took their place to lead, to do what God’s called them to do. God calls His people to go and tell. Maybe you won’t spend half your lifetime in the jungles like my family did, but… don’t forget, that God has you where you are when you are for His glory. Don’t miss it. What has been happening around the world regarding the advancement of the gospel is so important, and yet often little known to the church in the free world, because they are so far away. Life is a vapor. Take that time to save a soul, huh?Ben was speechless. Had Kip known what was going on inside his heart?
Kip spoke up again, “Hey, and while you’re at it, you might want to look more into that Indian’s story. One warning: Don’t be too straightforward, if you know what I mean.”
Ben quietly chuckled. Kip stood up to leave. “That’s all; just wanted to say. Good night, boys.” Both boys replied, “Good night, sir. Thank you.”
After a moment Ben stood up and followed Kip, “Say, Kip?”
Kip: Yeah?
Ben: Sir… I’ve just got to thank you. I mean, it was exactly what I needed to hear. I… I don’t know if you know what really has been going on inside me for months, and even my whole life….
Kip smiled and stretched his hand out to shake Ben’s. “It’s all right, son. I might not know, but we both know Who does, huh?”
Ben: Thank you, sir.
Kip: You are welcome. Get some good rest; you are gonna need it tomorrow.
And he walked away.Ben stood on the deck for a moment. Then he looked up to the sky, with a heart so heavy, but it really felt a bit lighter since Kip’s talk. “Jesus. Father, Kip really doesn’t have any idea, but thank you for sending him. I look the same as everybody else on the outside, but inside there is so much turmoil… Do I even know what’s been holding me back? Jesus, be my strength. Help me to heed Kip’s advice, to follow You.”
Slowly, he turned back towards his and Alex’s cabin. Alex was by the door.
“Hey, man, first I say that thing about the mystery and then jungle man comes and says go ahead.” He chuckled quietly, then continued, “Well, just know, I won’t stop ya, buddy. Just remember what he said, and stay focused, eh?”
Ben: Gee, thanks, Alex. Maybe we can do this together.
Alex: Woo! Let’s get some sleep first.However, as they had predicted, sleep did not come easily–not for any of them. As Lanie lay awake, she recollected how out of the blue, this Indian showed up carrying a small sick boy to the doctor. She remembered the baffled look on his face when Doctor Bentley tried to speak to him in the local tongue. Then when the doctor turned to Lanie and started giving instructions, the Indian spoke up, “Senor, I can speak.” Dr. Bentley and Lanie froze. Were they imagining something? Who was this? He was certainly not an ethnic Latin American. He was Indian, but not from around there. He spoke again, “This boy, his eyes, they are not good. Please look at him and see? What can be done for him?” Dr. Bentley decided now was not the time to quiz this man, but rather to take care of the boy. He examined him and Lanie helped. Finally, probably with uncertainty regarding the small boy’s condition, he let out a deep sigh and took off his glasses. He sent Lanie to get a medical book, and to tell Mr. Decker what happened. When she was done, she ran straight for the kitchen where her three friends were, to tell them the news. Then Ben marched out the door, with Alex on his heels. After that, business went as usual for Lanie, but she felt herself trembling a little– she wasn’t sure if it was excitement or nervousness. What was going on? And when they discovered the Indian had a Portuguese name… that was even weirder. Tonight, Lanie resolved to find out more.
Alex, too, lay awake in his bunk as the frogs and birds carried on their nightly symphony. Wow, he thought. He and Ben had known each other since he was six years old, and he had never seen Ben as riled up as he was when he heard about that Indian. “Just wait til he starts talking to him!” he thought. He prayed that nothing bad would happen. Who could know? Who in the world was this Indian guy? Did he run away as a child, get raised by wolves, and then stumble upon Rio de Janeiro one day? Hmmm, this is sounding rather typical. He smiled to himself as he thought, “Juao, huh? Should have been, ‘Mowgli.’ ”
Wow! I found this awesome a cappella version of the hymn “When I Survey the Wondrous Cross,” words by Isaac Watts, music by Lowell Mason. The video did not say who sings this, but it sounds to me like it might be the Second Chapter of Acts (am I right, Mom?) I didn’t embed it here because it plays automatically, but if you click the link above, you can hear it, and maybe tell me who it is. Usually, I am the one who, when I listen to a song, know exactly who it is who is singing it; I can distinguish between people’s voices (talking or singing) very well. But here, I think I need some help.
When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.