I found out neither my daughter or niece knew what I thought was a universally known poem about pelicans.
The one that starts ‘A wonderful bird is the pelican…’
As it turns out, what I know is a regional variation, but if you search the first line you’ll find the original.
This was all because I saw these guys at Wellington Point.
Stationary standing desks are so 2013.
(I do wonder if some pastors may feel the notion of a workstation that gives the impression of moving forward while never going anywhere may make leave them internally conflicted.)
No, I have no intention of getting one when I go back to work.
It looks like satire, but seems to be serious.
One of the preachers I heard yesterday offered an observation about the impossibility of winning the city for Christ serving instant coffee.
It was an example of ‘foolish talk’, which serves to undermine the power of the Gospel as that upon which we rely.
I agree that serving instant coffee does not make the task impossible.
I’m not sure that it makes it any easier, though.
Happy International Coffee Day.
Not be confused with International Roast Coffee Day.
Visiting churches on holiday I always arrive pretty close to starting time, so I don’t think I sit in someone’s place.
I tell the folk at mgpc they should come to church praying that a newcomer is sitting in their seat, and they’ll have to sit somewhere else.
A lady took my seat in church a while back. It’s not that important really. She is a very nice lady, kind and considerate. A good friend, in fact. There were several other seats available. I can sit anywhere. The people in our congregation are as friendly and caring as you will find anywhere in the world. A person should be comfortable sitting anywhere. It’s no big deal.
My seat is in the seventh row back from the front of the church. I’m sure she didn’t intend to take my seat. She just wouldn’t do that. Nor would anybody else in our fine church. It doesn’t make that much difference.
My seat is on the end of the pew, on the north side by the windows. On your left as you come into the sanctuary. I can rest my left arm on the end of the pew. It’s a good seat. But I would never raise a fuss about a seat. She probably didn’t intend anything personal by taking my seat. I would never hold a grudge…
Actually, it was about three months ago when she took my seat. I really don’t know why she took it. I’ve never done anything to her. I’ve never taken her seat. I suppose I’ll have to come an hour early now to get my seat. Either that or sit on the south side.
She really took it because it’s one of the best seats in the house. That’s why she took it. She had no business taking my seat. And I’m not going to go to church two hours early to get what was rightfully mine from the beginning.
This is the way great social injustices begin: abusive people taking other people’s seats in church. This is the way the seeds of revolution are sown. A person can only stand so much. Where is it going to end? If somebody doesn’t stand up and be counted, nobody’s seat will be safe. People will just sit anywhere they please. And the next thing they’ll do is take my parking place, too. World order will be in shambles…
Zean Carney, Editor The Banner-Press
David City, Nebraska, 9 May 1991
Sang a lovely selection of hymns at Ann Street Presbyterian this morning, and Ye Servants Of God was among them.
The visiting US family didn’t seem to be familiar with it (or a couple of the others) but it brought back many memories.
I have to confess to probably knowing it better to the tune HANOVER, rather than the tune LAUDATE DOMINUM which was used today, but I’d learned LAUDATE DOMINUM as it seems to be the preferred accompaniment whenever the song features on Songs Of Praise.
Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim,
and publish abroad his wonderful name;
the name all-victorious of Jesus extol;
his kingdom is glorious and rules over all.
God rules in the height, almighty to save;
though hid from our sight, his presence we have;
the great congregation his triumph shall sing,
ascribing salvation to Jesus our King.
“Salvation to God, who sits on the throne!”
let all cry aloud, and honor the Son;
the praises of Jesus the angels proclaim,
fall down on their faces and worship the Lamb.
Then let us adore and give him his right:
all glory and power, all wisdom and might,
all honor and blessing with angels above
and thanks never ceasing for infinite love.
This is the same tune as we used this morning.