Money and The Kingdom of God

Bible Study today: Bible study today was from Luke 16:1-18. Of the Pharisees who loved money and the rich who think they can bend the laws of God on account of their wealth.

The Battle of the Bearded Men

HE IS NO FOOL

"He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain that which he cannot lose." ~Jim Elliot~

 Bible Study Today: Luke 16:1-18 ⁹ And I say unto you, Make to yourselves friends of the mammon of unrighteousness; that, when ye fail, they may receive you into everlasting habitations.

2017 Violin Spring Recital

Remembering Keith Green

This evening we spent the day watching a christian die: A whirlwind of a life that jumped into faith with no reservations. How a community of Christians walk together and disciple others, live together, love one another and seek out the lost. This is how a christian lives and dies. Tomorrow we will watch the life of Princess Diana as she lived and died. One was dead before he died and the other was dead while yet, she lived. Lord, teach us to number our days that we may gain a heart of wisdom. Both died young, yet in one there seems to be boundless hope, and in the other, heart wrenching despair.

 

Art Class: Giotto di Bondone: Wrath and Temperance. 1306

Grandfather Thomas from The Little Britches series by Ralph Moody: The Fields of Home: a man who let rage and foolish anger destroy precious relationships with brothers, nephews and housekeepers whom he desperately needed and loved.
James 1:19-20, Eph 4:26-31, Proverbs 2911, Proverbs 19:11, Ecclesiastes 7:9, Proverbs 15:18, Colossians 3:8, Proverbs 16:32, Proverbs 22:24.
Ralph Moody learns to deal with a wrathful, difficult relative... The Fields of Home in which the ever swearing grandpa aggravates Ralph calling him a “tarnal fool boy” as uncle Levi tries to keep the peace. Grandpa also does not like new inventions which he calls “tarnal contraptions” as they must not outdo him. Actually, nobody is allowed to out-anything, grandpa. Millie the cook has had it, no more victuals and real dynamite is flying. Ralph who does not like to be called Ralphy is agitated but he must must stir his stivers for times are a flying!

Little Britches: The Fields of Home by Ralph Moody

Corned Beef and Cabbage, Fog and Skip-Bo @ Grandma's

• This should be called the Abigail gets lucky game; 
• Anna is blind to the victory; 
• Joseph is in treble clef; such 
• Such a mess am I in

Children's Choir Presents - Wearing of the Green

Now where is that star?

Archaeologists Discover the Palace of Sennacherib, King of Assyria

 Biblical king's palace uncovered beneath shrine destroyed by ISIS

 

The Destruction of Sennacherib By Lord Byron

 

The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,

And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;

And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,

When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.

   Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green,

That host with their banners at sunset were seen:

Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown,

That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.

   For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,

And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;

And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,

And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!

   And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,

But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride;

And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,

And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.

   And there lay the rider distorted and pale,

With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail:

And the tents were all silent, the banners alone,

The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.

   And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,

And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;

And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,

Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!

Indifference by G. A. Studdert-Kennedy

Indifference
by G. A. Studdert-Kennedy

When Jesus came to Golgatha,
They hanged Him on a tree,
They drove great nails through hands and feet,
And made a Calvary.

They crowned Him with a crown of thorns,
Red were His wounds and deep,
For those were crude and cruel days,
And human flesh was cheap.

When Jesus came to Birmingham
They simply passed Him by,
They never hurt a hair of Him,
They only let Him die;
For men have grown more tender,
And they would not give Him pain,
They only just passed down the street,
And left Him in the rain.

Still Jesus cried, 'Forgive them,
For they know not what they do!

And still it rained the winter rain
That drenched Him through and through;
The crowd went home and left the streets
Without a soul to see,
And Jesus crouched against a wall

And cried for Calvary.