Aarrrgh

My camera broke!

On a lighter note, you Blogger folks can hook up a free trial of Google's new email service. Just go to the front page of Blogger. It looks like a good set up, but be aware of the privacy concerns.

Hiatus-

1 a : a break in or as if in a material object : GAP b : a gap or passage in an anatomical part or organ
2 a : an interruption in time or continuity
Ok, between my wife working fulltime & going to school fulltime and me trying to keep up with everything else, there just hasn't been a good opportunity to put the effort in here that I'd like. So for about three weeks I plan on not doing anything. After that my wife should be done with school, and maybe things will ease up a little.

In the meantime, I highly recommend all of the blogs to your right. Excellent thought goes into each.

Requiem for a Blog

There once was a lad of fine Irish descent,
whose efforts for his family, unappreciated went...
He wrote them a blog,
but they seemed in a fog; till at last all his efforts were spent.

This is a good time for me to shut up...

A little perspective...

Sing, sing a song...

I don't know who wrote this. I'd like to give proper credit if any can help. I ran across it here. It bothers me sometimes that there is so much prejudice towards one of the greatest gifts God has given us. Anyway...

The Difference Between Hymns & Choruses

An old farmer went to the city one weekend and attended the big city church. He came home and his wife asked him how it was.
"Well," said the farmer, "It was good. They did something different, however. They sang praise choruses instead of hymns."
"Praise choruses," said his wife, "What are those?"
"Oh, they're okay. They're sort of like hymns, only different," said the farmer.
”Well, what's the difference?" asked his wife.
The farmer said, "Well, it's like this - If I were to say to you:

‘Martha, the cows are in the corn,' well, that would be a hymn. If, on the other hand, I were to say to you:

“Martha, Martha, Martha, Oh, Martha, MARTHA, MARTHA,
the cows, the big cows, the brown cows, the black cows,
the white cows, the black and white cows,
the COWS, COWS, COWS are in the corn,
are in the corn, are in the corn, are in the corn,
the CORN, CORN, CORN.”

Then, if I were to repeat the whole thing two or three times, well that would be a praise chorus."

By coincidence, the exact same Sunday a young, new Christian from the city church attended the small town church. He came home and his wife asked him how it was.
"Well," said the young man, "It was good. They did something different, however. They sang hymns instead of regular songs."
"Hymns," said his wife, "What are those?"
"Oh, they're okay. They're sort of like regular songs, only different," said the young man.
"Well, what's the difference?" asked his wife.
The young man said, "Well it's like this - If I were to say to you:

'Martha, the cows are in the corn,’ well, that would be a regular song. If, on the other hand, I were to say to you:

“Oh Martha, dear Martha, hear thou my cry
Inclinest thine ear to the words of my mouth.
Turn thou thy whole wondrous ear by and by
To the righteous, inimitable, glorious truth.
For the way of the animals who can explain?
There in their heads is no shadow of sense,
Hearkenest they in God's sun or his rain
Unless from the mild, tempting corn they are fenced.

Yea those cows in glad bovine, rebellious delight,
Have broke free their shackles, their warm pens eschewed.
Then goaded by minions of darkness and night
They all my mild Chilliwack sweet corn have chewed.

So look to that bright shining day by and by,
Where all foul corruptions of earth are reborn.
Where no vicious animal makes my soul cry
And I no longer see those foul cows in the corn”.
Then, if I were to do only verses one, three and four and do a key change on the last verse, well that would be a hymn."