Daily Archives: November 4, 2016


Thankful for a Grandson’s birthday today. Thankful for another Grandson who loves to cuddle, read stories, play pretend, do puzzles, and a Granddaughter who can’t wait to call me after school to tell me what she wants me to sew on her Christmas stocking.
Thankful for our little neighbor who loves to play with our dogs, make up silly songs to sing to them and play with my 50+ year old plastic horses. Thankful for a toe that – while still swollen – doesn’t shout unless a silly puppy walks on it, or I doing something really stupid. Thankful for a Father God who swore never to be angry again.
“To me this is like the days of Noah,
when I swore that the waters of Noah
would never again cover the earth.
So now I have sworn not to be angry with you,
never to rebuke you again.”~Isaiah 54:9
Daily – as this ugly election draws to a close – I remind myself that God’s got this. He sees the tapestry on the finished side, and I – silly me – only see it on the reverse side. I see the tangled threads, the mistakes, the knots – dull colors that seem jumbled.
However – when I strain my eyes and my wobbly faith – I can almost see what the finished tapestry might hold – until I blink. Tears cloud my eyes, and I sigh. One day, I will no longer see through the glass darkly. I will see the finished tapestry in all of its glory.
Now that is a lot to be thankful for today.
1942 Daily Rations: ” ‘I bear branded on my boy the owner’s stamp of Jesus.’~Gal 6:17, Moffatt’s translation
“Read: Galatians 6:11-18
“St. Paul had no doubt often stood in the midst of the Roman slave markets. Among other never-to-be-forgotten sights he had noted how the slaves were branded with the owner’ tamp so that they could always be identified. Perhaps Onesimus was one of those- – – Onesimus, the runaway slave who was led to Christ by Paul in Rome and sent back to make amends to his master, Philemon. His story is told in the letter in the New Testament which bears the name of Philemon.
“The devotion of St. Paul to his Master and Lord is so complete that he speaks of himself as the slave of Christ, not by compulsion but by free surrender. So for himself he says: ‘To me to live is Christ,’ and to all Christians he cries out: ‘Ye are not your own. . .ye are bought with a price.’ The only way a Christian may be identified is by the owner’s name indelibly impressed upon his life.

“Prayer: O Christ, we thank thee for the last full measure of devotion given by St. Paul to his Master. May we too so yield to thy mastery that there may be no reserves or withholdings in our devotion. We make this prayer in thy name. Amen.”  [google images]


Not hard to find things to be thankful for today. Since I woke up – and until I close my – it was a jump-in-the-air-thanks giving day. A God given day – but then – isn’t every day – good or bad – a God given day? We merely have to remember and give thanks.

Got three plants in the ground. Scrubbed the hot tub so we can fill it again. Read a couple short devotions. Blew a million and one leaves off the deck and patio (and we won’t even talk about the million more still waiting out back). Worked on a couple things for Christmas. Read a couple chapters in my book. Picked a rose.

Our garden is covered in leaves and – although I’ve cleaned some of the debris away – it is no where near ready for winter. As I read today’s Ration, I thought about a different kind of God given day. The day the author is describing was much different.

It was a day of pain – a day of suffering – a day of tears – a day when the Light flickered across the world – and curtains torn.

A God given day. We just didn’t know it. All your days are God-given – whether you know it or not, so it is a good day to be thankful.

1942 Daily Rations: “Read: St. Mark 15:1-39

“And the soldiers led him away into the hall, called Praetorium; and they call together the whole band. And they clothed him with purple and platted a crown of thorns, and put it about his head. . .And they bring him unto the place Golgotha, which is, being interpreted The place of a skull.

“We are coming to the cross today. We are coming through Pilate’s judgment hall through the silences of Jesus, through the clothing with purple, through the smiling and the spitting to ‘the place of a skull’ where ‘they crucified him.’

“Note how all sections of the people seem to have been involved in that deed- – -rulers judges, soldiers, priests, people. Some wicked fanatics call his race, according to the flesh, ‘Christ killers.’ No, we are all potential Christ killers. ‘All have sinned, and come short.’ I was in that crowd today.

“I SEE the crowd in Pilate’s hall,
I mark their wrathful mien;
Their shouts of ” crucify ” appall,
With blasphemy between.
And of that shouting multitude
I feel that I am one;
And in that din of voices rude,
I recognize my own.”~’Twas I that did it’ by Horatius Bonar

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