Cross Crow

This reminds me of Rev Whitney Dough, an old time Methodist preacher that had a talking crow.
He wrote a book about his adventures with that crow. I thought in our day and age of whacky so-called in the name of Christ things we do, why not an amazing crow. Whitney Dough I am sure would approve.

Fruits of righteousness

 

The fruit of righteousness is sown in peace of them that make peace.
James 3:18

The way of peace we cannot know till we find our peace, where our immortal aspirations place it, in the fulness and the friendly eternity of God.
Bushnell

We carry about sack loads of our sorrows, our ill wills, our pride, our vanities all in the name of our own self-righteousness. And we wonder why there is no peace, no peace. Why things just never work as planned, why the constant sadness, despair and sense of foreboding.
We have failed to place the seed sack upon the back of the sower, the only one able to
make fruit from all our vain attempts.
No good thing comes from us. It all must come from the hand of the friendly, eternal God.    

In my infirmities

More gladly, therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
2 Corin. 12:9

Work in me, Lord; I would labor
In Thy vineyard for a while,
Thou my feeble faith rewarding
With the bounty of Thy smile.
Work in me.
Anna Shipton.

Gus was shot twenty-two years ago, leaving him paralyzed in a wheel-chair.
He lost both legs due to gangrene setting in.
He lives in a tiny, ramshackle home just North of the tracks.
Daily a caregiver comes to clean and bring food.
And through all the infirmities, still I look forward to his
infectious smile and good cheer.


Anna Shipton(1815-1901)was an English religious writer who, from a relatively early age, wrote essays on Christianity.
"Fellowship with Jesus lies not alone in pleasurable emotions; you must learn it in suffering and in service."

Koonville Road

Today I read for the first time the first sixty-four meters on Koonville Road, from Pinemount Road to Archie Glen Road where Pastor Russell lives. Along the way, first I came to Janice's house. She and I used to work at JCPenney over ten years ago. She was in the process of foreclosure and not sure where she was going to live. Her daughter, who lives next door in a trailer was not going to let them live with her.  I then came to the place where Tommy Browning lived or at least had a cabin. He recently passed away. On his porch was the old bear skin and the rockers.Sad times. Next I came to the home of Adron and Clara Jones. When Landon and Jordon were little, I would take them to their place to fish in the pond.in the back yard. Clara also worked at JCPenney with me in the stockroom. They travel and have purchased a placed in Sylva, North Carolina where they spend several months in the summer each year. Happy times.
Finally, I came to the Andrews place just as Brain Andrews was leaving. He was heading for Olustee to set up camp. He re-enacts. His father Steve had copied me some Bobby Horton Civil War Songs several weeks ago and I was able to get them, after talking awhile with Cindy, Steve's wife.
Good timing.

Charity

Charity suffereth long and is kind. I Corin. 13:4.

Kind words are the music of the world. They have a power which seems to be beyond natural causes.
Faber.

Mrs Hamilton, the mother of David Hamilton, has sold her home in Texas and moved in with her son. Mrs. Hamilton is well into her nineties and has lost much of her vision. She depends upon the sound of our voices to recognize who she speaks with. Her words are full of kindness and she expresses her appreciation each Sunday for taking the time to speak with her, to make her feel welcome.
Like my mother, she as well never has an unkind word for any person. Both Mrs Hamilton and my mother are rare treasures.

Alligator Cardinal

Cardinal on the Alligator Lake Park trail.

Rossi Road

Riding the bike back from the college entrance road on US90, a ten mile ride, I stopped for a sunset shot, using my magic sunglasses filter over the Canon S100.

Owen Ware

The old wash tub on the shed of former Sheriff Owens home on Vickers Terrace in downtown Lake City.

Yellow Porch

The old Rivers House on the corner of Vickers Terrace and St  John's. This house is across the street from where my mother used to live.

Blanche Barber Shop

The Blanche Barber Shop in the historic Civil War Era hotel in downtown Lake City.

Another brick in the window

All in all...just another brick in the window
The bricked up window behind Lake City Beauty Supply on Marion Street

I am with you

I am with you alway.  Matt. 28:20.

Lo! I am with thee; bid thy fears
And anxious sorrows cease;
My hands shall dry thy bitter tears,
My lips shall whisper peace.   Macduff.

Its not always the bitter tears that flow, but the continual small leaks, like oil spilling slowly from the pan onto the pavement, until one day, we do not start. Spent.
Daily I go about in a state of near tear, always in a quiet, unexpressed prayer, Come Lord! Hear Lord! The desperate clinging, the knowing the oil of joy leaks at a rate faster than the filling.

John Ross MacDuff

1818-1895
Scottish divine and author
"For sound doctrine, presented Scripturally and devotionally, with its application to the Christian life, you cannot go beyond MacDuff.
MacDuff writes popularly, yet he is by no means shallow. For an hour's pleasant and holy reading, commend us to MacDuff. Charles Spurgeon.