Sunday, December 07, 2008
Saturday Night at the Seat
It's colder than a grave digger's backside tonight as an Alberta Clipper descends on the Old Dominion. It's one of those nights that has me pining for the Bellarine and Queenscliffe. C'mon and co-miserate with me and enjoy Ice House as they sing about that Great Southern Land. It's just bonus points that our Anglican Brothers in this "Great Southern Land" are standing shoulder to shoulder with us in the labour of standing firm of orthodox Anglicanism.
Thursday, December 04, 2008
Alright Youse
As a member of the loyal opposition, let me say it once and only once from this blog. Youse guys and girls have been acting like petulant preschoolers since November 2000. Your team scored the winning run this year. Now, quit 'yer simpering and lead. You've been whining for the ball and now you've got it. You've basically have one congressional term to get your sterecore in one sack, or you'll be back in the minority party status once again. When you make big promises to Americans, they expect delivery... The clock is already ticking. Selah
The Sleeper Awakes
The catbird has come out of a campaign 2008 (or Camp-PAIN without end) induced coma and is now once again, walking among those with measurable brain activity. Truth be known campers, that despite the fact that we're on the cusp of a seed change here in the former Republic, part of me is relieved that the election has come and gone.
I'm a survivor of the steel industry meltdown of the early seventies when the once proud City of Coatesville, PA died, and the ensuing Carter years which did their best to ensure Coatesville's death was indeed final. I pray that through Almighty's merciful hand, we'll survive the Neosocialism about to be foisted on us by the Obama-Pelosi-Reid triumvirate.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Friday, September 05, 2008
Friday Night at the Catbird Seat
Love is patient, love is kind and is not jealous; love does not brag and is not arrogant,does not act unbecomingly; it does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered, does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails. (I Cor 13:4-8 NASB)
Saints, the World is asking... What are we telling them? SELAH
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Hurricane Season ends in November
Let's hope this one is countered by a ridge of Alaskan high pressure...
A New Month, A New Motto
I'd been searching for a relevant and prophetic motto for the Ol' Catbird Seat when it hit me like a sack of fresh mullet:
This was at the very core of my desire to begin a blog two years ago; to share the thoughts of one on watch for fecal funnel clouds and stir kindred souls to action. Though I've lacked the tenacity of Miss Baby Blue, or the fire of Mr. Virtue (Kinda sounds like a Marvel Superhero), I reached to be a watchman on the wall calling out to sane minds across the net.
In the past two years, we've witnessed the TEC flip the bird to God and their brethren in the Global Anglican Communion. We've observed as American civil and political discourse devolved into something akin to a troop of petulant middle-schoolers engaged in a name calling context. The profane is now couched as clever and the sluttish has been lionized as haute couture. Instead of operating hydrogen-powered flying cars, we now have an emerging generation that has become obsessed with tribal tattoos, paleo-piercings and a nihilistic zeitgeist that would make Anton LeVey blush.
It's time to take the reigns back, to become the Adult Supervision that the Almighty is calling us to be folks; to stand pro veritas and contra mundus. Anyone with me?
"Semper Vigilans contra Tempesta Stercore"
This was at the very core of my desire to begin a blog two years ago; to share the thoughts of one on watch for fecal funnel clouds and stir kindred souls to action. Though I've lacked the tenacity of Miss Baby Blue, or the fire of Mr. Virtue (Kinda sounds like a Marvel Superhero), I reached to be a watchman on the wall calling out to sane minds across the net.
In the past two years, we've witnessed the TEC flip the bird to God and their brethren in the Global Anglican Communion. We've observed as American civil and political discourse devolved into something akin to a troop of petulant middle-schoolers engaged in a name calling context. The profane is now couched as clever and the sluttish has been lionized as haute couture. Instead of operating hydrogen-powered flying cars, we now have an emerging generation that has become obsessed with tribal tattoos, paleo-piercings and a nihilistic zeitgeist that would make Anton LeVey blush.
It's time to take the reigns back, to become the Adult Supervision that the Almighty is calling us to be folks; to stand pro veritas and contra mundus. Anyone with me?
Friday, August 15, 2008
Fear not little flock... A Friday Reflection
It's seems that we've tumbled right into the path of a Stercore Tsunami.
The dollar is tumblin', children's tummys are rumblin',
Congress is fumblin'
and now the ol' Russian bear is grumblin'.
Hands are wringin'
Pre-tribbers are singin'
while the world stands gobsmacked
and confused.
In the midst of all this, the Master says:
Take a timely tip from Miss Twila.
The dollar is tumblin', children's tummys are rumblin',
Congress is fumblin'
and now the ol' Russian bear is grumblin'.
Hands are wringin'
Pre-tribbers are singin'
while the world stands gobsmacked
and confused.
In the midst of all this, the Master says:
"Then Jesus said to his disciples: "Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat; or about your body, what you will wear. Life is more than food, and the body more than clothes. Consider the ravens: They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn; yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds! Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? Since you cannot do this very little thing, why do you worry about the rest?"
Take a timely tip from Miss Twila.
Friday, August 08, 2008
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