We heard the propane of a close balloon and Jessie and I went outside to check it out. She was very interested in it, even if it didn’t land that close.
Remember when kids played with toys that didn’t require charging or an Internet connection? I loved play dough when I was a kid… especially the fact that you could ‘lift’ comics off the comic page.
With Winter finally passing and still in the Easter season, one of our favorite artists, Andrew Peterson, connects the two in this beautiful song… Risen Indeed.
Remember when late night TV was funny? Today it all seems so mean-spirited. I thought it might be fun to see again one of Johnny Carson’s best bits… Carnac the Magnificent.
With all that goes on in the world, it’s easy to take our eyes off the source of our life and hope. Here is an old Puritan prayer from “The Valley of Vision” that calls me back to that true source:
O Lord of Grace, the world is before me this day and I am weak and fearful, but I look to you for strength; if I venture forth alone I stumble and fall, but on the Beloved’s arms I am firm as the eternal hill.
If left to the treachery of my heart, I shall shame your Name, but if enlightened, guided, upheld by your Spirit, I shall bring you glory.
Be my arm to support, my strength to stand, my light to see, my feet to run, my shield to protect, my sword to repel, my sun to warm.
To enrich me will not diminish your fullness; all your loving kindness is in your Son. I bring him to you in the arms of faith. I urge his saving Name as the one who died for me, I plead his blood to pay my debts of wrong.
Accept his worthiness for my unworthiness, his purity for my uncleanness, his sincerity for my guile, his meekness for my pride, his constancy for my backsliding, his love for my enmity, his fullness for my emptiness, his faithfulness for my treachery, his obedience for my lawlessness, his glory for my shame, his devotedness for my waywardness, his holy life for my unchaste ways, his righteousness for my dead works, his death for my life.