Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Wise words from P.J. Husbands and voters take note
“Whether we think politics is a bother or whether we are full of great expectations about all the good things politics tries to do, we have to scale back the scope of politics. Otherwise no good things will be accomplished. We can’t treat the American government like mom, expecting her to get us off to kindergarten in the morning, fix our meals, wash the dishes, fold the laundry, keep our house clean and our grandparents happy, do the shopping and the gardening, and still somehow make herself interesting to dad. That’s why mom snapped and started drinking and got in that car wreck.”
Saturday, September 11, 2010
9-11-10
(written by Julia Ward Howe 11/17/1861):
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword
His truth is marching on.
Chorus:
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps They have built for Him an altar in the evening dews and damps
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps
His day is marching on.
(Chorus)
I have read a fiery Gospel writ in burnished rows of steel
"As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal"
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel, Since God is marching on.
(Chorus)
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! Be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.
(Chorus)
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free
While God is marching on.
(this part was not sung, but still...)
He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave
He is wisdom to the mighty, He is honor to the brave
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of wrong His slave,
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword
His truth is marching on.
Chorus:
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps They have built for Him an altar in the evening dews and damps
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps
His day is marching on.
(Chorus)
I have read a fiery Gospel writ in burnished rows of steel
"As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal"
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel, Since God is marching on.
(Chorus)
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! Be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.
(Chorus)
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free
While God is marching on.
(this part was not sung, but still...)
He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave
He is wisdom to the mighty, He is honor to the brave
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of wrong His slave,
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Setting brush fires
Is Islamophobia the new antisemitism? Hardly.
FBI statistics show that 65.7 percent of hate crimes motivated by religious bias are anti-Jewish, whereas 7.7 percent are anti-Islamic.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Land of Begin Again
Listen here:
and the lyrics:
There's a land of begin again On the other side of the hill Where we learn to love and live again When the world is quiet and still There's a land of begin again And there's not a cloud in the sky Where we'll never have to grieve again And we'll never say goodbye When all your troubles just surround you And around you skies are grey If you can only keep your eyes on The horizon, not so far away There's a land of begin again On the other side of the hill Where we learn to love and live again When the world is quiet and still There's a land of begin again And there's not a cloud in the sky Where we'll never have to grieve again And we'll never say goodbye There aren't any signposts to guide you You don't need permission to stay And you'll find there's something inside you Showing you the way There's a prize we can win again And together, somehow, we will There's a land of begin again On the other side of the hill (Transcribed by Bill Huntley - July 2005) |
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