Sanctuary

Eph 2:18-22:
For through Him we both have our access in one Spirit to the Father.
So then you are no longer strangers and aliens, but you are fellow citizens with the saints, and are of God’s household,
having been built on the foundation of the apostles and prophets, Christ Jesus Himself being the corner {stone,}
in whom the whole building, being fitted together, is growing into a holy temple in the Lord,
in whom you also are being built together into a dwelling of God in the Spirit.

Sanctuary
John W. Thompson, Randy Scruggs

Sanctuary

Exd 25:8 And let them make me a sanctuary; that I may dwell among them.

Lord, prepare me to be a sanctuary
Pure and holy, tried and true
With thanksgiving, I’ll be a living
Sanctuary for You

It is you, Lord
Who came to save
The heart and soul
Of every man
It is you Lord
who knows my weakness
Who gives me strength,
With thine own hand.

Lord prepare me to be a sanctuary
Pure and Holy, tried and true
With thanksgiving I’ll be a living
Sanctuary for you

Lead Me on Lord
From temptation
Purify me
From within
Fill my heart with
You holy spirit
Take away all my sin

Lord prepare me to be a sanctuary
Pure and holy, tried and true
With thanksgiving, I’ll be a living
Sanctuary for You

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CCLI song #24140

Listen to it (and join along) here. It’s number 15.

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The alarm went off at 7 am on Thursday, and in my disturbed and more than half alseep state I thought to myself grumpily, “Okay, what do I need to get up for today? Work, church, a meeting or something?” Then it hit me. “Wait. Today is Thursday. I’m off work, and there is no church. I have to get up for NOTHING.” So I didn’t. Haha. It was a beautiful feeling.
In all actuality I only meant to sleep in till about 8 am, but it was 8:30 by the time my poor dogs finally suceeded in dragging, barking, and pushing me out of my own bed.
But once they’d been let out and fed, and the horses had been fed, and e-mail had been checked, I returned to the warm blanket and soft mattress from whence I had come.

Oh, real quick, I wanted to mention that all you girls out there shouldn’t really bother watching Love’s Enduring Promise. It sort of goes on forever, like the thing that won’t shut up. =P

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Nothing of Significance

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The HeadGirl’s Shadow. Or: what happens when someone has too much fun with her digital camera.

This week-end’s excitement: trying to accomplish all the homework due in next week’s classes. Oh, wait. That was last week’s excitement, too… and the one before. Methinks I detect a pattern.

I am on the last chapter of The Four Loves and then I shall probably read A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court and The Chosen.

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Things You Don’t Want to Hear During Surgery

I forget where I first heard these, so if somebody knows a source, please share:

Someone call the janitor–we’re going to need a mop.

Accept this sacrifice, O Great Lord of Darkness.

Bo! Bo! Come back with that! Bad dog!!

Ooops.

Oh, *#&$^@#*$&!!!!

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Slip sliding away

I spend too much time at this. I love to write and could just sit here and write and write and write all day and into the night. Obviously, proofreading I love not so much. I have so much I’d love to say, and I start typing and it all just spills out- and then later I realize that I missed some point that I think was very important, perhaps even a starting point- a platform from which all the rest is supposed to arise.

One of those recent points was with the Mae Magouirk story. I said that ‘if the details’ were true, then… but I didn’t stress that IF/Then construction. It’s just possibly we’re all being hoaxed for some reason or another. Several bloggers have suggested that possiblity, and it hadn’t escaped me either. In fact- the first day I read about the Magouirk story, I thought that I should wait for further confirmation, maybe a few days, just in case…. and then I thought that in a few days, Mae could be dead. If I’ve been caught in somebody’s little headgames, well then, I’ll look stupid and I’ll be embarrassed. But if this is all true, then somebody’s life is at stake. I look at this and compare the two sides- on the one side I have- my pride, maybe even some credibility, and the fact that I truly LOATHE being wrong and ever having to admit it. On the other side, I have the possibility that this woman is real and that the details as they have been reported are substantially true- and frankly, my pride and self-regard and detestation of ever being wrong just don’t even make the scale jiggle a little. As others have said, I prefer to err on the side of life. As much as I detest having to admit it when I’m wrong, I hate even more being silent at possible injustice.
So I want to acknowledge that it’s possible the prolife community is getting its chain yanked by some idjit. It’s clearly possible. I really don’t know. I could be wrong. But now that I’ve said all that, if I’m going to be wrong, I’d rather be wrong in trying to save a life that doesn’t need saving than wrong in keeping quiet about a life in need of protection. I don’t want to be the boy who called wolf, either (for one thing, I make a very poor boy), because that way leads to the same place ignoring these stories does- silence when it just might really matter.

I remember when abortion was legalized. Other kids brought reports and posters to school and talked about why abortion was wrong. I wasn’t one of them. I remember debates in junior high school where I kept silent (by high school I wasn’t such a wallflower). I remember letters to the editor- that others wrote. I remember made for t.v. movies about abortion that began and ended with emotional propaganda, with a little bit of emotional manipulation to tie start and finish together.

I remember that one of the arguments the pro-life side kept making was that once we legalized the killing of unborn children in the womb, we’d lose a sense of awe, respect, and sanctity of life. Once we could kill babies in the womb, they said, we’d accept killing them later and later, long past viability.

Nonsense, said the pro-abortion crowd. That won’t happen. But the truth is that abortion has been legal for any reason at any time in the pregnancy since Roe V. Wade.

Next, said the pro-lifers, it will be acceptable to kill newborn babies outside the womb if they are disabled.

Ridiculous- said the pro-abortion crowd. It will never happen.

But I also remember the Down’s Syndrome baby who also was born with a minor and entirely treatable swallowing problem. It’s not an uncommon birth defect, and in a ‘normal’ child, treatment would be automatic. That baby was starved to death because he was retarded, brain damaged, developmentally disabled- defective.
He wasn’t the only one.

Then, said the pro-lifers, we will feel so comfortable with these deaths of convenience, that we will start denying treatment to the elderly, and we’ll find other ways of killing them.

The pro-death crowd were angry about this. They scoffed and jeered, and insisted that this was the hysterical over-reaction of the religious right.

But now those things all happen, and have happened, and our country continues as though nothing were wrong. Things that were unthinkable 30 years ago are court orders today- perhaps by the same people who insisted, so many years ago, that these things could not ever happen.

JunkYard Blog discusses the latest case in this country.

Michelle Malkin writes about the babies euthanized in Belgium every year.

Nearly half the newborn babies who died in Flanders over a recent year-long period were helped to die by their doctors, a new study reported yesterday.

Rightwing Nuthouse asks where it will stop and links to other blogs on the story.

Here is a report in the local paper. It calls into question some details, supports others, leaves al ot of questions unanswered.

And here is a chilling, and admittedly rather angry, accusation of a connection between hospices and the euthanasia movement. Are hospices being highjacked? Why are so many Euthanasia advocates on the board of hospices?

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