This and That

In no particularly order:

I love it here, I still feel very much at home even though I am freakishly abnormal when I go shopping and I sweat like a cold glass of lemonade on a hot, humid day, only not nearly so sweetly.

I have decided a toaster oven is going to be a necessity.

This is a recipe for meatloaf I will try when I remember to buy ground meat at the store. It’s kind of odd, you use a banana instead of egg, so our Cherub can eat it, and the ingredient amounts are strange.

A group of people from church are here now playing basketball. This is so cool. Sunday’s services were about half English and half Bisaya, and that was wonderful. They have some very gifted members here. Oh, and the singing is almost always in English, even when we are not there.

Sugar is in almost everything, but corn syrup is in almost nothing.

You buy many products in small foil bags (ketchup in more of a cellophane bag) and refill your containers. So if you’re doing things right, you either only buy bottled ketchup once, or even smarter, never because you saved all your other containers.

Jackfruit, in case you didn’t know, is candy on a tree. And if you boil or fry or roast the seeds, the insides have a dry, mealy, but chestnutty flavor and consistancy. They are quite good.

I can say good morning, good evening, good afternoon, thank-you, how much, sing, the days of the week and months and also bangus in Bisaya. Bangus is Bisaya, it’s milkfish. I don’t know if that is at all available in the US.

Probably only in cans in Filipino or extensive Asian grocery stores.

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A Christmas Day Sermon

On the following Sabbath, the Rev. Mr. Morris, who added to his other qualifications as a pastor the rare faculty of winning the love of the little ones, preached his Christmas sermon. They knew that it was intended for them quite as much as for the mothers and fathers ; so that, when his text, ” Unto you is born, this day, in the city of David, a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord,” was announced, they were all attention. After noticing the wonderful change in the world’s history, dating from this hour, the advance of the arts and sciences, and everything that makes life valuable and happy, side by side with the spread of Christianity, he left the general view of the subject to urge its personal application.

Unto each one, then present, had that day been born a Saviour. His life upon earth ended in the cruel death of the cross, endured to save each one from sin and its fearful penalty, and to re-unite them to the loving God.  With a joyful welcome, praising God for His most precious gift, or with a careless indifference, passing by this choicest of heaven’s blessings, wholly taken up with the business or pleasures of the world.  He closed with an earnest appeal to each, not only to look upon the infant Jesus, but to Jesus the Saviour. Not to make this Christmas season only a festival, a carol, a song, but the time when, if already the followers of Jesus, they should renew their vows of allegiance ; and, if still strangers to His grace, that it should be the date of their own birth into the kingdom of heaven. Then should the song, begun upon earth, be continued with ever increasing volume and joy through the ages of eternity — the song of redeeming love.

Ina Hervey, Jack Frost, or God’s Hand in Winter

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A Christmas Day Sermon

On the following Sabbath, the Rev. Mr. Morris, who added to his other qualifications as a pastor the rare faculty of winning the love of the little ones, preached his Christmas sermon. They knew that it was intended for them quite as much as for the mothers and fathers ; so that, when his text, ” Unto you is born, this day, in the city of David, a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord,” was announced, they were all attention. After noticing the wonderful change in the world’s history, dating from this hour, the advance of the arts and sciences, and everything that makes life valuable and happy, side by side with the spread of Christianity, he left the general view of the subject to urge its personal application.

Unto each one, then present, had that day been born a Saviour. His life upon earth ended in the cruel death of the cross, endured to save each one from sin and its fearful penalty, and to re-unite them to the loving God.  With a joyful welcome, praising God for His most precious gift, or with a careless indifference, passing by this choicest of heaven’s blessings, wholly taken up with the business or pleasures of the world.  He closed with an earnest appeal to each, not only to look upon the infant Jesus, but to Jesus the Saviour. Not to make this Christmas season only a festival, a carol, a song, but the time when, if already the followers of Jesus, they should renew their vows of allegiance ; and, if still strangers to His grace, that it should be the date of their own birth into the kingdom of heaven. Then should the song, begun upon earth, be continued with ever increasing volume and joy through the ages of eternity — the song of redeeming love.

Ina Hervey’s, Jack Frost, or God’s Hand in Winter

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Isaac Watts: Passing Too Hasty Judgment

Previously

 

VIII. There is yet another mischievous principle which prevails among some persons in passing a judgment on the writings of others, and that is, when from the secret stimulations of vanity, pride, or envy, they despise a valuable book, and throw contempt upon it by wholesale: and if you ask them the reason of their severe censure, they will tell you, perhaps, they have found a mistake or two in it, or there are a few sentiments or expressions not suited to their tooth and humour.

Bavius* cries down an admirable treatise of philosophy, and says there is atheism in it, because there are a few sentences that seem to suppose brutes to be mere machines. Under the same influence, Momus will not allow Paradise Lost to be a good poem, because he has read some flat and heavy lines in it; and he thought Milton had too much honour done him.

*(Wikipedia says Bavius and Maevius (or Mevius) were two poets in the age of Augustus Caesar, whose names became synonymous with bad verse and malicious criticism of superior writers. Both are named together in Virgil’s Eclogues.)

It is a paltry humour that inclines a man to rail at any human performance, because it is not absolutely perfect. Horace would give us a better example: — Sunt delicta tamen quibua ignovisse velimus,

Nam neque chorda sonum reddit quern vult manus et mens,

Ace semper feriet quodcunque minabitur areas:

Verum ubi plura nitent in carmine, non ego paucis

Oflendar maculis, quas aut incuria fudit,

Aut humana parum cavit natura. Hor. de Art. Poet.

Thus Englished: — Be not two rigidly censorious:

A string may jar in the best master’s hand, And the most skilful archer miss his aim: So in a poem elegantly writ, I will not quarrel with a small mistake, , Such as our nature’s frailty may excuse. Rascommon. This noble translator of Horace, whom I here cite, has a very honourable opinion of Homer in the main;

yet he allows him to be justly censured for some spots and blemishes in him: — For who without aversion ever looked On holy garbage, though by Homer cooked; Whose railing heroes, and whose wounded gods, Make some suspect he snores as well as nods.

Such wise and just distinctions ought to be made when we pass a judgment on mortal things; but Envy condemns by wholesale. Envy is a cursed plant; some fibres of it are rooted almost in every man’s nature, and it works in a sly and imperceptible manner, and that even in some persons who in the main are men of wisdom and piety. They know not how to bear the praises that are given to an ingenious author, especially if he be living, and of their profession; and therefore they will, if possible, find some blemish in his writings, that they may nibble and bark at it. They will endeavour to diminish the honour of the best treatise that has been written on any subject, and to render it useless by their censures, rather than suffer their envy to lie asleep, and the little mistakes of that author to pass unexposed. Perhaps they will commend the work in general with a pretended air of candour; but pass so many sly and invidious remarks upon it afterwards, as shall effectually destroy all their cold and formal praises.*

 

** I grant when Wisdom itself censures a weak and foolish performance, it will pass its severe sentence, and yet with an air of candour, if the author has any thing valuable in him: but Envy will sometimes imitate the same favourable airs, in order to make its false cavils appear more just and credible, when it has a mind to snarl at some of the brightest performances of a human writer.

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A Christmas Day SErmon

On the following Sabbath, the Rev. Mr. Morris, who added to his other qualifications as a pastor the rare faculty of winning the love of the little ones, preached his Christmas sermon. They knew that it was intended for them quite as much as for the mothers and fathers ; so that, when his text, ” Unto you is born, this day, in the city of David, a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord,” was announced, they were all attention. After noticing the wonderful change in the world’s history, dating from this hour, the advance of the arts and sciences, and everything that makes life valuable and happy, side by side with the spread of Christianity, he left the general view of the subject to urge its personal application. Unto each one, then present, had that day been born a Saviour. His life upon earth ended in the cruel death of the cross, endured to save each one from sin and its fearful penalty, and to re-unite them to the loving God. With a joyful welcome, praising God for His most precious gift, or with a careless indifference, passing by this choicest of heaven’s blessings, wholly taken up with the business or pleasures of the world. He closed with an earnest appeal to each, not only to look upon the infant Jesus, but to Jesus the Saviour. Not to make this Christmas season only a festival, a carol, a song, but the time when, if already the followers of Jesus, they should renew their vows of allegiance ; and, if still strangers to His grace, that it should be the date of their own birth into the kingdom of heaven. Then should the song, begun upon earth, be continued with ever increasing volume and joy through the ages of eternity — the song of redeeming love. Ina Hervey, Jack Frost, or God’s Hand in Winter

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