John 3:16
Odes of Solomon
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Tuesday, March 11, 2014
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Saturday, February 15, 2014
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Wednesday, February 5, 2014
The greatest speech of all time
Greed has poisoned men's souls; has barricaded the world with hate; has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge as made us cynical; our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery we need humanity. More than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost. The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in man; cries out for universal brotherhood; for the unity of us all.
Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world, millions of despairing men, women, and little children, victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people. To those who can hear me, I say "Do not despair." The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish.
Soldiers! Don't give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you and enslave you; who regiment your lives, tell you what to do, what to think and what to feel! Who drill you, diet you, treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder! Don't give yourselves to these unnatural men---machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines! You are not cattle! You are men! You have a love of humanity in your hearts! You don't hate! Only the unloved hate; the unloved and the unnatural.
Soldiers! Don't fight for slavery! Fight for liberty! In the seventeenth chapter of St. Luke, it’s written “the kingdom of God is within man”, not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you! You, the people, have the power, the power to create machines, the power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure. Then in the name of democracy, let us use that power.
Let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world, a decent world that will give men a chance to work, that will give youth a future and old age a security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power. But they lie! They do not fulfill their promise. They never will! Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people! Now let us fight to fulfill that promise! Let us fight to free the world! To do away with national barriers! To do away with greed, with hate and intolerance! Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness.
Soldiers, in the name of democracy, let us all unite!
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=439x1476662
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Monday, January 20, 2014
We will get to the promised land
"Somewhere I read, of the freedom of assembly.
Somewhere I read, of the freedom of speech.
Somewhere I read, of the freedom of press.
Somewhere I read,
that the greatness of America is the right to protest for rights." -MLK
Sunday, January 5, 2014
Monday, December 9, 2013
There are signs everywhere
The first scripture I ever highlighted in any bible was Hebrews 12:12-13. At the time, I was 15 or 16 years old and can only be described as incredibly self absorbed. Faith was far from me, I was working hard to be an atheist - the earth was too messed up to have a benevolent "god" running the show. I spent most of my time feeling sorry for myself and being grateful for nothing.
Oh, what a silly girl; I had never been homeless, gone hungry or been abused - and yet my gratitude did not abound. As I sat crying on my bed overwhelmed by the world that day, somehow my Mother's Living Bible had found its way in to my hand, it fell open - and there it was before me:
Hebrews 12:12 So take a new grip with your tired hands and strengthen your weak knees. 13 Mark out a straight path for your feet so that those who are weak and lame will not fall but become strong.
Sitting there reading, it was as if this was a message written explicitly for me, speaking directly to my heart. I'd love to say that as my eyes devoured the words on the page before me that I had a great revelation - that I became a better person instantly- faithful, giving, grateful, a strong leader - but that's not what happened. It would be almost a decade before I would consider setting my own self and desires aside for a greater good, before I would even begin to understand how much I had to be thankful for.
That day however, there was a shift in me, and the path I was on changed course. While I would continue to struggle with belief, faith, self pity and weakness, wanting to give up whenever any adversity presented itself in life, a new voice was now whispering in my ear. A voice proclaiming the knowledge that most importantly we must be strong not for ourselves, but for the others. Yes, God can seem far away and unknowable. Yes, life is hard. Yes, we are tired and weak. We have reason and must, however, walk on.
How easily we forget facts we've memorized, lessons we've learned, memories fade as life presses in. When it seemed I was under attack, when I just wanted to throw in the towel - I would most generally turn to Hebrews 12 to be reminded, it was not about me - but the others. When I neglected to turn to this scripture, wallowing in my own despair, somehow it would find me.
On a day most like any other, with the exception that on this one, I could not seem to get beyond the horror and sadness that my dear Grandmother was losing her battle with Alzheimer's. The long goodbye was more painful than it seemed I could bear, on this day, the scripture found me. First, it was shared on the radio in my kitchen - giving me a glimmer of hope for a moment - but the dark shadow cast across my heart was too big to be overcome with a mere reminder. Then I walked in to my living room, as I passed the television it happened to be tuned to the Crystal Cathedral program and as I went to change the channel, Dr. Robert Schuller proceeded to begin reading from the book of Hebrews, and not just any chapter - you guessed it, Chapter 12. The hairs stood up on the back of my neck, I knew I was not alone.
God gave me the strength to care for my Grandmother Mahota as Alzheimer's claimed her personality, mind, body and finally life. Spending days with her laughing at silly things like children, feeding her and clothing her as she had done for me. Near the very end, when she was confined to a hospital bed in the front room of her home, mostly unresponsive and not able to communicate, my dear friends "The Glory Girls" singing group stopped in to share some hymns. We sat around Mahota's bed, the words of "Amazing Grace" and "In the garden" bringing us all some peace. Then as we began "The Battle Hymn of the Republic", Mahota not only sat up - but lifted her hand into the air- keeping time with the music. An Okie, a lady of the Southwest at heart - I know the words of that hymn for my Grandmother were a sign from the Heavens -just as Hebrews 12 has been for me. Reaching her in her lost state, she knew she was not alone.
This fall I dropped my son off for his Freshman year at college, 17 years flew by and as we carried his things in to his dorm room I kept seeing him as a baby just learning to walk - a 4 year old just learning to read... the vision of the grown man before me seeming surreal. His is a private Catholic school nestled on a mountain side in New Hampshire, we were blessed to attend a beautiful mass before leaving him that Sunday in September. As the Priest opened the book, my broken mother's heart was looking for some sign that this was the place for my son - that he would be okay here, that I could let go... "our reading today", he said, "is from the book of Hebrews, Chapter 12."
None of us is alone.
Oh, what a silly girl; I had never been homeless, gone hungry or been abused - and yet my gratitude did not abound. As I sat crying on my bed overwhelmed by the world that day, somehow my Mother's Living Bible had found its way in to my hand, it fell open - and there it was before me:
Hebrews 12:12 So take a new grip with your tired hands and strengthen your weak knees. 13 Mark out a straight path for your feet so that those who are weak and lame will not fall but become strong.
Sitting there reading, it was as if this was a message written explicitly for me, speaking directly to my heart. I'd love to say that as my eyes devoured the words on the page before me that I had a great revelation - that I became a better person instantly- faithful, giving, grateful, a strong leader - but that's not what happened. It would be almost a decade before I would consider setting my own self and desires aside for a greater good, before I would even begin to understand how much I had to be thankful for.
That day however, there was a shift in me, and the path I was on changed course. While I would continue to struggle with belief, faith, self pity and weakness, wanting to give up whenever any adversity presented itself in life, a new voice was now whispering in my ear. A voice proclaiming the knowledge that most importantly we must be strong not for ourselves, but for the others. Yes, God can seem far away and unknowable. Yes, life is hard. Yes, we are tired and weak. We have reason and must, however, walk on.
How easily we forget facts we've memorized, lessons we've learned, memories fade as life presses in. When it seemed I was under attack, when I just wanted to throw in the towel - I would most generally turn to Hebrews 12 to be reminded, it was not about me - but the others. When I neglected to turn to this scripture, wallowing in my own despair, somehow it would find me.
On a day most like any other, with the exception that on this one, I could not seem to get beyond the horror and sadness that my dear Grandmother was losing her battle with Alzheimer's. The long goodbye was more painful than it seemed I could bear, on this day, the scripture found me. First, it was shared on the radio in my kitchen - giving me a glimmer of hope for a moment - but the dark shadow cast across my heart was too big to be overcome with a mere reminder. Then I walked in to my living room, as I passed the television it happened to be tuned to the Crystal Cathedral program and as I went to change the channel, Dr. Robert Schuller proceeded to begin reading from the book of Hebrews, and not just any chapter - you guessed it, Chapter 12. The hairs stood up on the back of my neck, I knew I was not alone.
God gave me the strength to care for my Grandmother Mahota as Alzheimer's claimed her personality, mind, body and finally life. Spending days with her laughing at silly things like children, feeding her and clothing her as she had done for me. Near the very end, when she was confined to a hospital bed in the front room of her home, mostly unresponsive and not able to communicate, my dear friends "The Glory Girls" singing group stopped in to share some hymns. We sat around Mahota's bed, the words of "Amazing Grace" and "In the garden" bringing us all some peace. Then as we began "The Battle Hymn of the Republic", Mahota not only sat up - but lifted her hand into the air- keeping time with the music. An Okie, a lady of the Southwest at heart - I know the words of that hymn for my Grandmother were a sign from the Heavens -just as Hebrews 12 has been for me. Reaching her in her lost state, she knew she was not alone.
This fall I dropped my son off for his Freshman year at college, 17 years flew by and as we carried his things in to his dorm room I kept seeing him as a baby just learning to walk - a 4 year old just learning to read... the vision of the grown man before me seeming surreal. His is a private Catholic school nestled on a mountain side in New Hampshire, we were blessed to attend a beautiful mass before leaving him that Sunday in September. As the Priest opened the book, my broken mother's heart was looking for some sign that this was the place for my son - that he would be okay here, that I could let go... "our reading today", he said, "is from the book of Hebrews, Chapter 12."
None of us is alone.
JOHNNY CASH SINGS BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC
Friday, November 22, 2013
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Cooking with Grace....Bread Pudding
Out Of This World Bread Pudding
(3) Black Dog Bakery Muffins (or 3 cups any other stale bread) (I had 2 blueberry & 1 lemon poppy seed kicking around - thanks to a lovely housewarming gift from my neighbor Kristen Gosselin)
1/2 c vanilla sugar
1/4 c maple syrup
2 regular eggs +1/4 c egg whites
1c Almond Milk
2 tsp vanilla
Cinnamon
Topping:
1/4c Granola
1/4c Oats
1/2c chopped pecans
1/2c brown Sugar
1/2 stick softened butter
Crumble bread/muffins into a greased baking dish, combine ingredients & pour over - let soak 10 minutes. While soaking blend ingredients for topping - drop topping over bread mix & bake 45 minutes @350 degrees or until bubbly/lightly brown. Let cool for a few minutes to set, before serving.
I topped mine with a dollop of Creme Fraiche :)
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
A poem by Destin Hockaday, guest of the Beach Plum Inn's 2013 American Heroes Saltwater Challenge
I am in a place...where natives treat you like natives,treat you like neighbors,greet you with favors.A place where a drive-thru means lunch at a friends house,Can you guess where I am?I'll give you a hint the scent of sense can not be earned with cents,A place where one forgets about complacency needs,start fishing with ease,not to mention inspiration is free.I'll tell you where I am.People in this harbor don't harbor negative vibes,they instead cast lines of respect and friendship...you WILL bite!The people of this island are veterans for veterans' hope.And I hope it remains.-DJH
Monday, May 20, 2013
When the winds blow
Praying for any in the path of the storms.
Psa 55:8 I would hasten my escape from the windy storm and tempest
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The Gate of the Year
God Knows
And I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year: “Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown.”
And he replied:
“Go out into the darkness and put your hand into the Hand of God. That shall be to you better than light and safer than a known way.”
So I went forth, and finding the Hand of God, trod gladly into the night.
And He led me towards the hills and the breaking of day in the lone East.
And he replied:
“Go out into the darkness and put your hand into the Hand of God. That shall be to you better than light and safer than a known way.”
So I went forth, and finding the Hand of God, trod gladly into the night.
And He led me towards the hills and the breaking of day in the lone East.
So heart be still:What need our little lifeOur human life to know,If God hath comprehension?In all the dizzy strifeOf things both high and low,God hideth His intention.
God knows. His willIs best. The stretch of yearsWhich wind ahead, so dimTo our imperfect vision,Are clear to God. Our fearsAre premature; In Him,All time hath full provision.
Then rest: untilGod moves to lift the veilFrom our impatient eyes,When, as the sweeter featuresOf Life’s stern face we hail,Fair beyond all surmiseGod’s thought around His creaturesOur mind shall fill.[1]
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Ben's 17th birthday dinner
Happy Birthday to Benjamin Charles Jude Grace, the Son of my right hand ...
SAUTEED RADISH GREENS W/GREEN GARLIC & ONION
http://vegetarianlost.com/2013/04/sauteed-radish-greens/
DILL & LEMON SWORDFISH KABOBS W/Beetlebung Farm GREENS
Baste fresh fish with butter,lemon juice & dill, serve with Mizuna, Arugula -lemon & garlic vinaigrette [ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mizuna ]
Just picked ASPARAGUS W/HOMEMADE HOLLANDAISE
DILL MASHED BUTTER POTATOES
Nate Grace's PERFECT MEDIUM RARE STEAKS
LEMON CAKE from The Black Dog "Happy Birthday Benny BoBo The Fat Head Jammer"
Ben''s 17th Bday Menu
http://vegetarianlost.com/2013/04/sauteed-radish-greens/
DILL & LEMON SWORDFISH KABOBS W/Beetlebung Farm GREENS
Baste fresh fish with butter,lemon juice & dill, serve with Mizuna, Arugula -lemon & garlic vinaigrette [ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mizuna ]
Just picked ASPARAGUS W/HOMEMADE HOLLANDAISE
DILL MASHED BUTTER POTATOES
Nate Grace's PERFECT MEDIUM RARE STEAKS
LEMON CAKE from The Black Dog "Happy Birthday Benny BoBo The Fat Head Jammer"
Monday, May 6, 2013
a room with a view
where I could see the sea.
Where I could write a letter
and preserve the bittersweet memory
of you.
I used to dream of a day that dawned,
when I knew the comfort of your nearness.
A time that had no limits, a forever void of fear.
We have always been bound together,
even if for a thousand years
we have not touched.
My heart would recognize you
no matter the disguise.
Friday, April 19, 2013
What Does School Really Teach Children?
What Does School Really Teach Children?
“School is the advertising agency which makes you believe that you need the society as it is.” -Ivan Illich
“When Students cheat on exams it's because our School System values grades more than Students value learning.” -Neil deGrasse Tyson
“The aim of public education is not to spread enlightenment at all; it is simply to reduce as many individuals as possible to the same safe level, to breed a standard citizenry, to put down dissent and originality.” -H.L. Mencken
Enlightening blog IMO :)
“School is the advertising agency which makes you believe that you need the society as it is.” -Ivan Illich
“When Students cheat on exams it's because our School System values grades more than Students value learning.” -Neil deGrasse Tyson
“The aim of public education is not to spread enlightenment at all; it is simply to reduce as many individuals as possible to the same safe level, to breed a standard citizenry, to put down dissent and originality.” -H.L. Mencken
Enlightening blog IMO :)
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