My sister sent this to me over 10 years ago. It is still a good reminder about valuing time. When you're done reading this, will you go out and buy yourself some marbles?
The clear, crisp night sky. The stars shimmering like diamonds. The grass had a frosty crunch and sparkled as the lights from the house fell on the ground. It was one of those cold nights that transforms the world into crystal. I would wake the next morning with this song in my head - which I still cannot shake - and this image in my head. I still remember waking up. and hearing the song, and seeing this last image in my dream.
Your life was a blessing,
your memory a treasure;
you are loved beyond words,
and missed beyond measure.
People going through grief saying they think no one knows what they're going through.
It's not that I think people shouldn't grieve. They most certainly should, and do. But why assume that the condition of grief is constant? Why think that things will never change? When grief is fresh, it's the same as having an ever-present paper cut or a bruise that doesn't seem to heal.
One job ended...another began.
I'm closing in on 5000 posts on Pilgrim Progressional.
My niece married in early June. I was honored to officiate, and blessed to be able to attend.
Some of the year's happenings are chronicled here on my blog, which is now over 10 years old. The rest is written in my private journal which I'm thinking I need to gather into one place.
One of my most memorable moments this year? The publishing of my first novel. I still am so excited and proud about the completion of this goal.
Createspace - the website which was used to self-publish my novel - shows that there have only been 17 copies of the book sold. I laugh when I see it, knowing I purchased 10 of those copies and then gave them away to family and friends.
But it never changes the fact that I finished it and that it can be purchased through Amazon.
I have three additional titles in the Benjamin Sunday series. I'm hoping that in 2018 I can complete the second novel - tentatively title Benjamin Sunday and the Mayan's Viking - and publish it towards the end of the year.
I learn by doing - and I'm determined to keep learning through the new year.
I have always enjoyed the musical ministry of Steven Curtis Chapman. But it has been 25 years since that amazing introduction was first heard - and the world was reminded that the life God gives us in an adventure "...like no other..."
This is the 25th anniversary rendition of "The Great Adventure"...
I found a package of photos in my basement and spent a few minutes running through them.
But when I shuffled through them, there was a picture of me -- when I was one year old.
The writing on the back of the photo said "19-6" and it looks like I'm not more than a year old. My sister looks as though she's definitely well into being two. I'm guessing the picture was taken on June 19. From what I can tell it was taken in my grandparents' kitchen. While my dad and grandfather were building my parent's house, we lived for a short time with my dad's parents. Memories of that time are long gone, but the picture remains.
It makes me laugh - everyone has smiles and I look as though I'm totally dumbfounded. The last to figure things out.
It's that - or I'm wondering who's going to change my diaper. (Big grin...)
She was there one day - and gone the next.
For many weeks I could not enter her bedroom without being overcome with emotion.
Two decades later, I still find myself thinking of her and remembering her. When I heard this song by Josh Groban many years ago, it helped me to grieve and to remind me of how precious she was -- and still is -- to me.
But it as a lowly cookie that seems to elicit those instant remembrances of times now past.
New books. New ideas. For the first time in my life I began to understand that this "hidden" world was amazing, and it also revealed to me so much that I had been seeking for as long as I could remember.
We often look forward with anxiety to the time of old age, forgetting that at evening time it shall be light. To many saints, old age is the choicest season in their lives. A warmer breeze fans the sailor's face as he nears the shore of immortality; fewer waves ruffle his sea; quiet reigns, deep, still and solemn. From the altar of age the flashes of the fire of youth are gone, but the deepening flame of sincere feeling remains. The pilgrims have reached the promised land, the happy country, whose days are as the days of heaven upon earth. Angels visit it, celestial gales blow over it, flowers of paradise grow in it, and the air is filled with heavenly music. Some live here for years, and others arrive only a few hours before their departure, but it is an Eden on earth.
- from “Morning and Evening,” written by C.H. Spurgeon, revised and updated by Alistair Begg. Copyright © 2003, Good News Publishers and used by Truth For Life with written permission.
When I finally got a chance to visit Walt Disney World in the early 1990's, EPCOT was just over a decade old. It was a beautiful place to enter - the serene music, the park-like surroundings, the amazing fountain, the various pavilions and their vision of the future - and then the walk toward the international pavilions and the cultures they presented - so wonderful.
And just like a snap of the fingers, the place is thirty-five years old!
And by far the most memorable thing about EPCOT for me was not just finding authentic fish and chips at the British pavilion, but the fireworks show called "Illuminations".
WDW added a short commemoration of EPCOT's 35th Anniversary to the fireworks show. I wish I had been there, but the video is the next best thing...
I don't know what it is, but one hymn should always be played using bagpipes.
I remember that in 1972, a version of the traditional hymn was recorded by the Royal Scots Dragoon Guards. It reached the US pop music charts and during that year you could hear the sound of "Amazing Grace" played on the bagpipes almost anywhere there was a radio.
As the bagpipe version of the hymn became more popular, it came to be associated with funerals, particularly when the fallen being remembered were members of the military or public servants.
It was even played at Spock's funeral in The Wrath of Khan in 1982 by none other than Chief Engineer Montgomery Scott.
And so here's that same arrangement as the one I remember becoming popular in 1972 -- and it has that "it gets me every time" moment when the solo explodes into the full band version. It's the type of thing that I've asked God to include when we all get to heaven.
I have only been a novice video game player. I've owned a couple of game consoles (Atari, Game Boy, NintendoDS, Playstation, etc.) and we've had fun playing games like those Mario racing games and others.
But in 1993 (or soon after), I started reading about this game which relied upon the player to be part of the game - in fact the game revolved around the player being the catalyst of resolving the problems in the game itself.
I was too young to see the original series. It only ran for four years and so all I was able to see were reruns which started in 1962 - 1968. It along with Walt Disney's "World of Color" - and the animated features, of course - were what captured my imagination.
I was in the Millenium Hotel that lay at the base of the Towers. My room was about 10 stories off the ground and faced the courtyard between the Towers. I can still remember looking out the window and up and seeing the Towers shrouded in fog one morning so that the tops of the Towers could not be seen.
Seven months later, the Towers would collapse...
Never forget the lives lost so tragically and senselessly.
While strolling around the world wide web (does anyone use that reference anymore?), I found some interesting images of the solar eclipse last August.
It's still amazing how God has orchestrated such things and being able to capture these moments.