#63: Take the Name of Jesus with You

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(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)

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Take the name of Jesus with you,

Child of sorrow and of woe;

It will joy and comfort give you —

Take it, then where’er you go.

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Precious name (precious name),

O how sweet! (how sweet)!

Hope of earth and joy of heav’n;

Precious name (precious name),

O how sweet (how sweet)!

Hope of earth and joy of heav’n

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Take the name of Jesus ever,

As a shield from ev’ry snare;

If temptations round you gather,

Breathe that holy name in prayer.

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O the preicous name of Jesus!

How it thrills our souls with joy,

WHen His loving arms receive us

And His songs our tongues employ!

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At the name of Jesus bowing,

Falling prostrate at His feet,

King of kings in heav’n we’ll crown Him

When our journey is complete.

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Vulcan’s Kittens: Fast, fun read

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That is, if you start reading it and can’t put it down.

Per her own explanation, the start of this book was in 2011, when Cedar Sanderson wrote the start of the story to her daughter at summer camp in short installments. That fall her daughter, who heard of National novel Writing Month, encouraged her to take the story and turned it into the book during NaNoWriMo.

 

Click on the picture to find a link to the book’s Amazon page.

 

The book itself is an excellent fantasy. Like the Percy Jackson books, it tells a tale of children of the gods of mythology. But this book has a very different twist. Taking place in rural places, it draws upon the author’s knowledge of the wilderness and survival.

The characterization is well done, the plot pacing engaging, the sort that you don’t want to put down until the end. The background information on the vacious gods, the info-dumps and plot expositions, happen seemlessly.Its a Young Adult book that a not-so-young-adult can enjoy without feeling you are reading down.

Now I’ll have to see about the rest of the series, after all, it is book 1 in the Children of myth.

 

A Blast of the Past #32: Third Birthday

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And now a return to a series of posts that has been on hiatus for several months: reviewing the family photo archives for interesting observations of the past.

Today we arrive at my daughter’s 3rd birthday. By this stage between her and the cousins we had a pack of three kids with accompanying parents and grandparents.

The big gift of this birthday was the school bus. See the picture below:

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(Curious thing is that I found the tattered remains of it in a closet this morning while looking for a trash bag to line the trash can. Still around after all these years.)

Score Ought0222This was before the years of specialized cakes. So the cake is a traditional, two-layered round cake.

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But there was a lot more. A good stack of colorfully wrapped boxes and bags to open:

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There was a lot of excitement. Simple things and simple times are often the source of the most fun, and the sweetest memories.

Changes at the bicycle shop

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I dropped my bicycle off yesterday at River Market Cyclery to have the break pads replaced. The service was good, but the feel of the place has been different of late than it was before.

During the winter time the shop closes on Mondays and Tuesdays, since business is generally slow. But before the winter, even, it seems that the people I was used to seeing, the friendly faces, had slowly changed.

I’m not sure if it is due to needing to cut hours and staff as business declines, but my first couple of years going there were made special by certain staff that I knew. Lately, I’m guessing the person I have been seeing in the proprietor — who I’d never seen the first couple of years I frequented the shop. And I wonder if he does have any other employees at the moment.

I still intend to frequent the shop and send them my business, but it may take awhile before I get the same feeling of specialness to the shop that I used to have.

#62: Crown Him with Many Crowns

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(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)

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Crown Him with many crowns,

The Lamb upon His throne:

Hark! how the heav’nly anthem drowns

All music but its own!

Awake, my soul, and sing

Of Him who die for thee,

And hail Him as thy matchless King

Thru all eternity.

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Crown Him the Lord of love:

Behold His hands and side —

Rich wounds, yet visible above,

In beauty glorified;

No angel in the sky

Can fully bear that sight,

But downward bends his wond’ring eye

At mysteries so bright.

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Crown His the Lod of life:

Who triumphed o’er the grave,

Who rose victorious to the strife

For those He came to save;

His glories now we sing,

Who died and rose on high,

Who died eternal life to bring

And lives that death may die.

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Crown Him the Lord of heav’n:

One with the Father known,

One with the Spirit thru Him giv’n

From yonder glorious throne.

To Thee be endless praise,

For Thou for us hast died;

Be Thou, O Lord, thru endless days

Adored and magnified.

 

Let us not settle what is good; but let us settle whether we are getting more of it

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Today’s post is going to be a quick quote out of Heretics by G.K. Chesterton:

Every one of the popular modern phrases and ideals is a dodge in order to shirk the problem of what is good. We are fond of talking about “liberty”; that, as we talk of it, is a dodge to avoid discussing what is good. We are fond of talking about “progress”; that is a dodge to avoid discussing what is good. We are fond of talking about “education”; that is a dodge to avoid discussing what is good. The modern man says, “Let us leave all these arbitrary standards and embrace liberty.” This is, logically rendered, “Let us not decide what is good, but let it be considered good not to decide it.” He says, “Away with your old moral formulae; I am for progress.” This, logically stated, means, “Let us not settle what is good; but let us settle whether we are getting more of it.” He says, Neither in religion nor morality, my friend, lie the hopes of the race, but in education.” This, cleary expressed, means, “We cannot decide what is good, but let us give it to our children.

No comments, just a couple of questions. What exactly did your mind decide to apply this to? Chesterton wrote this for the first half of the 20th century. How relevant is it to the 21st century?

Fitness Update: Last week of the month

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As we head into the last week of January, my fitness goals seem to be on track for the year.

Sunday was the warmest day of the week, so I got my 5K run in on Sunday.

I managed to swim once in the week, on Monday.

For the cycling, I’ve managed to bicycle to work each day this year that I’ve worked in the office. The weather has cooperated with snowfall on the edges of my travel time that allowed me enough traction and warmth to get to and from work.  We’ll see how today goes, with morning rain and rain/snow forecast for the afternoon, but presumably above-freezing temperatures.

On mileage, I have another 60 miles to go to make the 250 miles for January. Except for today’s precipitation, the week is supposed to be dry (forecast subject to change, of course) and climbing to the 50s, so I should be able to get those miles in, if I don’t let schoolwork and work-work snow me in instead.

On the Misfit, I got it to track my swimming, but it didn’t count my laps. I’m guessing I needed to turn “manual lap counting” to on. Funny, I would have thought that to me automatic lap counting.  I’ll see if that works this week when I go swimming on not. It tracked my time and gave me an energy output, but I didn’t get the lap numbers I was hoping to find out how they showed up.