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Joseph Johnson, a black man who in consequence of his having been employed in the merchant’s service only, was not entitled to the provision of Greenwich. His wounds rendering him incapable of doing further duty on the ocean, and having no claim to relief in any parish, he is obliged to gain a living on shore; and in order to elude the vigilance of the parochial beadles, he first started on Tower-hill, where he amused the idlers by singing George Alexander Stevens’s “Storm.” By degrees he ventured into the public streets, and at length became what is called a “Regular Chaunter.” But novelty, the grand secret of all exhibitions, from the Magic Lantern to the Panorama, induced Black Joe to build a model of the ship Nelson; to which, when placed on his cap, he can, by a bow of thanks, or a supplicating inclination to a drawing room window, give the appearance of sea-motion. Johnson is as frequently to be seen in the rural village as in great cities; and when he takes a journey, the kind-hearted waggoner will often enable him in a few hours to visit the market-places of Staines, Rumford, or St. Albans, where he never fails to gain the farmer’s penny, either by singing “The British Seaman’s Praise,” or Green’s more popular song of “The Wooden Walls of Old England.
This photo was taken shortly after sunrise. Although the Netherlands is mostly a flat country, there are some hills scattered across the landscape which we happily call mountains, or 'bergen' in Dutch. Such hills are in fact push moraines - formed during an ice age by massive advancing glaciers. Pictured in this photo is a vista from one of those hills, around 80m above sea level. The landscape in this EU-protected 'Natura 2000' area is varied, consisting mostly of heather and mixed forest. Sheep often graze on the slopes, ensuring new growth doesn't encroach on the heather.
I have only recently started learning about photography and this weather was quite a challenge for me. It was difficult to keep a cool head when both fog and sunrise come together. On a technical level it proved challenging as well, with many shots affected by noise and a lack of sharpness. I'd welcome any constructive feedback on photographing in misty conditions.
This was captured at 70mm, 1/200 sec., f/11 with ISO 200.
Scarlet blooms of a Hedgehog Cactus (Echinocereus sp.) reach supplicating fingers toward unseen insect partners, Boulder, Colorado.
I planted several Hedgehogs in my front yard a couple of years ago, and this year was the first year they bloomed. They're still very small and don't seem to be growing very quickly, and I suppose this flowering can't be a sign of desperation, can it?
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and the morning competed and spread his shadow in pride
and the light flow in haste as a waterfall
It is a system of the Magnificent creations, as a sign of the lord
the creativeness manifested in most charming image
والصبح في ألق تنافس مد في زهو ظلاله
والنور من كفيه شلال تدافق في عجاله
هي آلة الخلق العظيم يسوقها المولى دلاله
فيها تجلت قدرة الابداع في احلى مقاله
words by: Sayed al Majeed
The Betania Monastery of the Nativity of the Mother of God is a remarkable piece of architecture of the 'Golden Age' of the Kingdom of Georgia, at the turn of the 11th and 12th centuries, and is notable for its wall paintings which include a group portrait of the contemporary Georgian monarchs.
The history of the monastery is poorly recorded in Georgian historical tradition. It was a familial abbey of the House of Orbeli. A series of conflicts and foreign invasions that fill the history of Georgia left the monastery depopulated and half-ruined. It was restored, in the latter half of the 19th century. Betania remained the only operating Georgian monastery, though unofficially, until 1963 when it also became defunct for the next 15 years. In 1978, the energetic Patriarch of Georgia Ilia II succeeded in obtaining permission from the Soviet authorities to reopen a monastery at Betania. In the 1990s, the cloister was refurnished and the local monastic community grew in size and influence.
Architecture
The monastery’s territory seems to have been surrounded by a massive wall, but only dismembered stones scattered in the adjacent forest have survived of it. The extant edifices are a principal domed church of the Nativity of the Mother of God (constructed at the turn of the 12th and 13th centuries), a smaller hall church of St. George (1196), and a ruined tower.
The church of the Nativity of the Mother of God is a cross-in-square design with a dome and built of stone, with some external carved decoration in the eastern façade where traditional niches have multifoil or scalloped tops connected to the frame of the middle window. Its high dome, slightly shifted to the east, rests upon the two westerly located freely standing pillars and ledges of the altar. The southern entrance portal is fronted by the gate roofed with a star-shaped vault. Modern scholars have surmised that the church is actually an expanded, domed and decorated version of an earlier basilica probably dating from the 10th century.
Murals
The interior is adorned with significantly damaged murals which mark one of the high points of medieval Georgian wall painting. The conch of the altar contains a scene of Supplication of which only the fragments of the figure of an enthroned Christ have survived. The walls of the apses behind the altar are decorated with the frescos of Prophets holding scrolls with Georgian inscriptions. The northern wall is occupied by a cycle of the Passion of the Christ while the southern wall contains the scenes from the Old Testament and the western – those of the Last Judgment.
The north transept of the monastery is notable for the depiction of the Georgian monarchs dating from c. 1207. These are the portraits of George III (r. 1156–1184), his daughter Queen Tamar (r. 1184–1213), and the son of the latter George IV (r. 1213–1223). The Russian prince Grigory Gagarin discovered and cleaned the image of Tamar in 1851, and published his drawings and reports the same year. George IV is shown as a beardless young man in Georgian court robes, but he wears a crown and sword. These attributes suggest that George is depicted as a young king after his co-coronation with his mother, which took place after the death of his father, David Soslan, in 1207. The painting, therefore, helps to determine the approximate date of the Betania church. An important irregularity observed by modern scholars is that none of the secular figures at Betania has a halo, an attribute that was normally used in Georgian imagery to distinguish a royal person from the rest of society.
So that you will hear me
my words
sometimes grow thin
as the tracks of the gulls on the beaches.
And I watch my words from a long way off.
They are more yours than mine.
They climb on my old suffering like ivy.
Before you they peopled the solitude that you occupy,
and they are more used to my sadness than you are.
Now I want them to say what I want to say to you
to make you hear as I want you to hear me.
The wind of anguish still hauls on them as usual.
Sometimes hurricanes of dreams still knock them over.
You listen to other voices in my painful voice.
Lament of old mouths, blood of old supplications.
Love me, companion. Don't forsake me. Follow me.
Follow me, companion, on this wave of anguish.
But my words become stained with your love.
You occupy everything, you occupy everything.
I am making them into an endless necklace
for your white hands, smooth as grapes.
selected lines from so that you will hear me
pablo neruda
"If we be blind, failing in our supplication to Nature, species will die, the bee and the butterfly driven to extinction. All of Nature nothing more than an empty husk, the unholy ghost of an abandoned hive. All of Nature nothing more than an empty husk".- Patti Smith
Thank-you to all who take the time to comment on my photos, it is great appreciated <3
... I see things, I see them move about your streets
in rhythms of supplication, sweet humiliation
of self devouring figures
like in mirrors. The maiden
has aged but her body
is still sweet, a reading that takes time
and when it arrives speaks only to strangers
or stays silent, closes her eyes and, standing still,
seems to dance alone. She’s rare,
each of her gestures is almost historic...
[from "Lisboa" by Diogo Vaz Pinto}
my textures
Relieves murales. Historias en piedra
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De: www.worldhistory.org/trans/es/1-12950/angkor-wat/
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Angkor Wat está diseñado para representar el monte Meru, el nexo espiritual y físico en el hinduismo que es el centro de toda la realidad. Los cinco picos del Monte Meru están representados por las cinco agujas del templo. Se creía que Brahma y los Devas (semidioses) vivían en el monte Meru y es famosa la referencia que se hace en el Mahabharata cuando Yudhishthira y sus hermanos viajan a las puertas del cielo. Los hermanos van muriendo uno a uno hasta que solo quedan Yudhishthira y su fiel perro. Cuando llegan a la frontera del cielo, el guardián de la puerta le dice a Yudhishthira que puede entrar por la vida digna que vivió, pero que no se admiten perros en el cielo. Yudhishthira rechaza cualquier paraíso que no incluya a los perros y se aleja, pero el guardián lo detiene y se revela como Vishnú, que solo lo estaba probando una última vez antes de permitirle la entrada.
Historias como esta se cuentan por todo el templo, donde se encuentran escenas de las obras clásicas de la literatura religiosa hindú, como el Ramayana y el Bhagavad-Gita. La gran batalla de Kurukshetra del Gita se representa con claridad, al igual que la batalla de Lanka del Ramayana. Como la mayoría de la gente no sabía leer en el siglo XII d. C., Angkor Wat sirvió como un gigantesco libro en el que se podían relatar visualmente los importantes relatos religiosos y culturales.
El templo se erige hacia arriba a través de una serie de galerías, lo que daba un amplio espacio a los diseñadores para explorar la historia cultural, religiosa y temporal del pueblo. La galería exterior del templo se extiende a lo largo de más de 600 m cubiertos por estos relieves. Angkor Wat fue diseñado para representar el mundo, con las cuatro esquinas del muro exterior ancladas en las cuatro esquinas de la tierra y el foso que representa los océanos circundantes. Escenas de la vida cotidiana, relatos mitológicos, iconografía religiosa y procesiones reales se enroscan en la fachada.
En la entrada occidental, una gran estatua de Vishnú con ocho brazos se ha colocado en la actualidad para recibir a los visitantes que depositan ofrendas a sus pies en señal de súplica o en agradecimiento por las oraciones atendidas. El santuario central del templo está alineado de norte a sur con el eje de la tierra, y la estatua de Vishnú se situaba en el centro, dejando claro que Vishnú estaba en el centro de todos los acontecimientos terrenales y divinos. Las galerías, según algunos estudiosos, se utilizaban para las observaciones astronómicas y se construyeron específicamente con ese fin para que los astrónomos pudieran ver claramente la rotación de los cielos en el cielo nocturno. No cabe duda de que el lugar estaba vinculado a las observaciones astronómicas, ya que está colocado con precisión para reflejar la constelación de Draco, el dragón, que representa la eternidad porque nunca se pone.
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Wall reliefs.- Stories in Stone
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From: www.worldhistory.org/Angkor_Wat/
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Angkor Wat is designed to represent Mount Meru, the spiritual and physical nexus in Hinduism which is the center of all reality. The five peaks of Mount Meru are represented by the five spires of the temple. Brahma and the Devas (demigods) were thought to live on Mount Meru and it is famously referenced in The Mahabharata when Yudhishthira and his brothers travel to the gates of heaven. One by one the brothers die until only Yudhishthira and his faithful dog are left. When they reach the border of heaven, the gatekeeper tells Yudhishthira that he may enter for the worthy life he lived but that dogs are not allowed in heaven. Yudhishthira rejects any paradise which does not include dogs and turns away, but the gatekeeper stops him and reveals himself as Vishnu who was only testing him one last time before allowing him entrance.
Stories such as this are told all over the temple where one finds scenes from the classic works of Hindu religious literature such as the Ramayana and Bhagavad-Gita. The great Battle of Kurukshetra from the Gita is depicted clearly as is the Battle of Lanka from the Ramayana. As most people could not read in the 12th century CE, Angkor Wat served as a gigantic book on which the important religious and cultural tales could be related visually.
The temple was galleried – meaning it progresses upwards through a series of galleries - giving ample room for the designers to explore the cultural, religious, and temporal history of the people. The outer gallery of the temple stretches for over 1,960 feet (600 m) covered in these reliefs. Angkor Wat was designed to represent the world with the four corners of the outer wall anchored at the four corners of the earth and the moat representing the surrounding oceans. Scenes from everyday life, mythological tales, religious iconography, and royal processions all wind themselves around the façade.
At the western entrance, a large statue of eight-armed Vishnu has been placed in the present day to receive visitors who place offerings at his feet in supplication or in gratitude for prayers answered. The central sanctuary of the temple is aligned north-south to the axis of the earth, and the Vishnu statue once stood in the center, making clear that Vishnu was at the heart of all earthly and divine occurrences. The galleries, according to some scholars, were used for astronomical observations and were built specifically for that purpose so that astronomers could clearly view the rotation of the heavens in the night sky. There is no doubt the site was linked to astronomical observances as it is precisely positioned to mirror the constellation of Draco, the dragon, which represents eternity because it never sets.
. . . like water
over my head,
running down
my face and arms
pooling at my feet
a blissful drenching
from the great good
God who lavishes
this day with all
the world’s unnoticed
joys and sorrows
and birdsong and green leaves
and clouds drifting eastward
trees bending in the wind
grasses trembling and my voice
rising, my off-key vibrato,
my hosannas and alleluias,
my pitiful supplications
and praises, singing
like a crow, splashing
and leaping and lying
down panting for more
glorious days without end
amen and amen
--Miguel deO
Myakka River State Park, Sarasota, Florida, USA
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Nikon D500 camera with Nikon 500mm f4 G VR lens.
1/2500 f7.1 ISO 500
Fran and I had a fantastic few days at this beautiful state park. The birds were plentiful, close and fairly cooperative.
Thanks to all who take the time to view, comment on and favor my images. It is very much appreciated.
“Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God.” Philippians 4:6.
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Some of you know that I did not vote for our president-elect, but I will respect him. I believe that God is in control and has orchestrated the outcome of this election to accomplish His purposes. And I will pray for him, as I do for all those in authority.
"Therefore I exhort first of all that supplications, prayers, intercessions, and giving of thanks be made for all men, for kings and all who are in authority, that we may lead a quiet and peaceable life in all godliness and reverence. For this is good and acceptable in the sight of God our Savior.." 1 Tim. 2:1-3
Unfolding bud of the wayfaring tree (Viburnum lantana)
Sich entfaltende Knospe des wolligen Schneeball (Viburnum lantana)
3 days before Mother's Day 2005 I think it was, my husband and son bought me 2 resin statues from Walmart- 1) "St. Gabriel" & 2) "St. Francis". I kept the St. Francis outside all winter but the St. Gabriel I kept in the house for the winter. I knew the name of St. Francis, but I didn't know the name of the other statue as I had forgotten it and so I renamed it in Honor of my cousin Sr. Marie Rose Ferron, Stigmatist, Mystic, Victim Soul & Bi-locator of Woonsocket, RI. I put her in the Holy Family Garden in Spring 2006 for Mother's Day in the corner facing the Sacred Heart of Jesus. Her head stood above the fence and she stood right up on a large cement block. On the 20 July 2006, at 11:00 AM. I looked outside my window to see that my "Marie Rose Ferron" (Later found to be originally called St. Gabriel) was litterally bowing and praying to her Sacred Heart of Jesus!! She went from 8 inches away from the fence and bowed to 24 full inches away from fence! Her head now was below the fence line and her pursey lips had changed into a beautiful smile! She bowed the first time for 8 days til the 28th July and then restood straight back up to 10 inches away from fence! Since then, she had bowed 3 times and now I believe is on her 4th bow! 2 days ago as of 08 July I found Rose on the ground she was bowing so much!! That means she bowed this time more than 24 inches!! She couldn't stand up so we had to tie her to the fence! I wish you could see the pictures but this old laptop won't let me load my camera pictures on it. I hope to get some help soon so I can continue to show you the Glory of God and what his little Rose is still doing! The first time she bowed was a day very special to Rose- it was her sister Corinnes birthday and a anniversary of her old good friend Alice D. (Trottier) Guerin, (later- she was her persecutor), whom also suffered a abortion for 8 days! The day she restood back up on the 8th day, turned out to be another special day to Rose as it was the day Father Leonard went to have Mass at her house and out of jealousy, it starting point of Rose's persecution! How wonderful God works! This shows you that Rose was bowing about 18 1/4 & 2/16 inches on the 14 October 2006.
Union Pacific typically calls the Roper - North Platte manifest trains at noon. During the winter months, this drag manifest with cars from Helper, Provo, Midvale, Salt Lake City, Tooele, and the Shafter Sub, hits the Evanson Sub at Ogden by mid-afternoon. The MRONP of February 10, 2024 arrived in Echo, Utah just as the sun was setting behind the "Supplication Hills". That's the way I like it.
The musaharati is a public waker for suhur and dawn prayer during Ramadan. According to the history books, Bilal Ibn Rabah was the first musaharati in Islamic history, as he used to roam the streets and roads throughout the night to wake people up.
According to Abbas Qatish, who is considered Sidon's best musaharati, the attributes every musaharati should possess are physical fitness and good health, "because he is required to walk long distances every day. He should also have a loud voice and good lungs, as well as an ability to read poems. A musaharati should supplicate God throughout the night to wake the sleepers.
The tradition is practised in countries such as Egypt, Syria, Sudan, Saudi Arabia, Jordan, Pakistan and Palestine. However, there has been a gradual disappearance of the musaharati due to several factors, including: Muslims staying up later; using technology such as alarm clocks to awake for suhur; and louder and larger homes and cities that make the voice of the musaharati harder to hear. However the old Dhakaiya tradition of singing qasidas can still be found in the streets of Old Dhaka in Bangladesh.
Similarly, in Indonesia and nearby countries, a slit drum known as a kentongan is used to wake households up to eat the suhur meal.
Sahūr or Suhūr, also called Sahrī or Sehri is the meal consumed early in the morning by Muslims before fasting (sawm), before dawn during or outside the Islamic month of Ramadan. The meal is eaten before fajr prayer. Sahur is matched to iftar as the evening meal, during Ramadan, replacing the traditional three meals a day (breakfast, lunch and dinner) although in some places dinner is also consumed after iftar later during the night.
Being the last meal eaten by Muslims before fasting from dawn to sunset during the month of Ramadan, suhur is regarded by Islamic traditions as a benefit of the blessings in that it allows the person fasting to avoid the crankiness or the weakness caused by the fast. According to a hadith in Sahih al-Bukhari, Anas ibn Malik narrated, "The Prophet said, 'take suhur as there is a blessing in it. Source Wikipedia.
TD : Agfapan 100 Professional 35mm film, developed in D-76 1+1 for 7 minutes. Exposure ISO 100 @35mm lens, natural daylight. Scanned with Alpha 6000 edited in ACR, inverted in CS6.
I decided to use the word play to expose the terrible act in a school in Monterrey some days ago. I can only think about the need to pray for the people there. And somehow a picture dedicated to it.
Meaning of "Appeling" (www.dictionary.com):
1. prayer, supplication, invocation. 2. suit, solicitation. 4. attraction. 6. request, ask. Appeal, entreat, petition, supplicate mean to ask for something wished for or needed.
Macromondays theme: "It's A-Peeling To Me". As usual, SOOC.
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Où voudrais-tu aller pour parler un moment ?
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Ces envies de vivre qui me prennent
Et cette panique, cette supplication
Cette peur de mourir
Alors que je n’ai pas encore vécu
Et que dans ces moments
J’ai ma vie sur ma langue
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Estas ganas de vivir que me invaden
Y este pánico, esta súplica,
Este miedo a morir
Cuando nada aún he vivido
Y que en estos momentos
Tengo mi vida toda en la lengua.
Georges Perros (1923-1978)
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Foto: Corral (Bahía de Valdivia, Los Lagos, Chile), un día de sol.
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Photo: Corral (Baie de Valdivia, Sud du Chili). Chauds, le soleil et les couleurs.
I think that Abiqua Falls is still one of my favorite waterfalls in the Pacific Northwest. Slipping down the muddy banks holding on to fixed ropes and picking your way along the creek until you eventually see the falls' enormous amphitheater, with its perfect vertical basalt columns covered in lichen, is always an awesome experience.
When Mitch Carlson suggested we make a quick weekend trip, I quickly agreed. This time out I brought some waders, so I could get to the other side of the creek.
In all, Mitch and I spent about four hours shooting this falls, and I'm not even sure we spoke to each other for our first three hours there, we were so absorbed in hunting our compositions.
Thanks for the look!
Hoje, 13 de Maio, é dia de Nossa Senhora de Fátima...
Cidade de Fátima, Portugal
"Oração a Nossa Senhora de Fátima"
Santíssima Virgem, que nos montes de Fátima vos
dignastes revelar aos três pastorinhos os tesouros de graças que
podemos alcançar, rezando o santo rosário, ajudai-nos a apreciar
sempre mais esta santa oração, a fim de que, meditando
os mistérios da nossa redenção, alcancemos as graças que
insistentemente vos pedimos.
Ó meu bom Jesus, perdoai-nos, livrai-nos
do fogo do inferno, levai as almas todas para o céu
e socorrei principalmente as que mais precisarem.
Nossa Senhora do Rosário de Fátima,
rogai por nós.
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Today, May 13, is the day of "Nossa Senhora de Fátima"...
City of Fátima, Portugal
Prayer for "Nossa Senhora de Fátima"
"Virgin Santíssima" That in mounts of Fátima You disclose to the three children the treasures of favours that we can reach, praying the saint rosary,help us to always appreciate more this Saint Prayer, so that, thinking the mysteries of our redemption, let us reach the favours that insistently we ask for to You.
Oh my Good Jesus, You pardon us, You exempt us of the fire of the hell, You take the souls all for the sky and You mainly help the ones that more to need.
Ours "Senhora of the Rosary of Fátima",
You supplicate for us.
"Pale in her fading bowers the Summer stands, Like a new Niobe with claspèd hands, Silent above the flowers, her children lost, Slain by the arrows of the early Frost."
~Richard Henry Stoddard
Niobe comes with all her royal race,
With charms unnumber'd, and superior grace:
Her Phrygian garments of delightful hue,
Inwove with gold, refulgent to the view,
Beyond description beautiful she moves
Like heav'nly Venus, 'midst her smiles and loves:
She views around the supplicating train,
And shakes her graceful head with stern disdain,
Proudly she turns around her lofty eyes,
And thus reviles celestial deities:
"What madness drives the Theban ladies fair
"To give their incense to surrounding air?
"Say why this new sprung deity preferr'd?
"Why vainly fancy your petitions heard?
~Excerpt from Phyllis Wheatley's Niobe in Distress
CARTA DE UM EXCEPCIONAL
MAMÃE
Num raro momento de felicidade,
recobrei a consciência
e por alguns instantes libertei-me do corpo.
Livre dos embaraços físicos pedi a Deus
a oportunidade de comunicar-me com você.
Sei o quanto sofre ao ver-me no corpo excepcional
onde me abrigo como filho do teu coração,
por isso quis falar-lhe:
Saiba mãezinha querida, antes de receber-me
carinhosamente em seu ventre, eu era um náufrago
nos mares espirituais do sofrimento,
foi você a praia que me acolheu
devolvendo-me a segurança.
Não pense que se eu tivesse morrido ao nascer
teria sido melhor para nós dois, é um engano cruel,
pois o que mais importa para mim é viver ,
o seu amor é a força que pode prolongar-me a vida.
O corpo disforme que hoje sustenta-me a vida,
representa para mim um tesouro de bênçãos
onde reeduco o meu espírito aprendendo
a valorizar a vida que tantas vezes desprezei.
Sei que sofres por eu não poder
dar-lhe as alegrias de uma criança sadia,
porém reconforta-me saber
que para as mães como você,
Deus reserva as alegrias celestiais.
Ser mãe é missão natural das mulheres.
Ser mãe de alguém como eu é missão que
Deus só entrega a mulheres especiais como você.
Vou retornar ao corpo, assim como uma ave
que retorna ao ninho onde se abriga das
tempestades,mas antes rogo a Deus que lhe abençoe,
colocando nesta rogativa a força da gratidão
de um filho que teve a felicidade
de ter um Anjo como mãe.
LETTER OF AN EXCEPTIONAL
MOTHER
At rare a moment of happiness, I recovered the conscience and per some instants I became free myself of the body. It exempts of the physical embarrassments, I asked for to the God the chance to communicate me with you. I know how much it suffers when seeing me in the bonanza body where me shelter as son of your heart, therefore it wanted to speak to it: I know mother beloved, before receiving me in its womb affectionately, age a shipwreck in the seas spirituals of the suffering, beach was you it that received returning me to me to it security. It does not think that if I had died to the rising I would have been better for we two, is a cruel deceit, therefore what more it matters for me is to live, its love is the force that can draw out me it life. The deformed body that today supports me it life, represents for me a treasure of blessings where reduced my spirit learning to value the life that as many times I disdained. I know that you suffer for I not to be able to give the joys to it of a healthy child, however comforts to know me that for the mothers as you, God reserve the celestial joys. To be mother is natural mission of the women. To be mother of somebody as I it is mission that God alone delivers the women special as you. I go to return to body, as well as bird that returns to the nest where if it shelters from the storms, but before supplicates the God that bless to it, placing in this rogation the force of the gratitude of a son who had the happiness to have an Angel as mother.
Santuari de Queralt (Berga).
Morning everyone, have a nice day my friends!
Yesterday was a busy day, I visit your streams slowly, today... =O)
As I reach for god …
I dream of the heaven above ..
I call him in supplication …
Hoping my prayers getting answered …
proudly a muslim
SERENDIPITY
جـــمـــعــــة مــــبـــاركــــة
Qebaa2 mosque in Madeenah ^_^
SUMMER 2006
Clearly not as awesome as this one (and no 'mehndi' either), but I did the best I could with sucky (fluorescent. the hell?) lighting...before my camera battery died. Booo.
Weblog post: The doorway into thanks, and a silence in which another voice may speak
One year nearer to Heaven--or nearer to Hell!
(Arthur Pink, "Studies in the Scriptures" January, 1926)
Another year has passed away--gone into eternity with all its sad and glad records.
Sad, because of our sins and our failures--all of which have been observed and recorded by the All-seeing eye!
Sad, because numbers who "did run well"--do so no longer.
Glad, because of the "goodness and mercy" which have surely followed us day by day.
Glad, because . . .
weak ones have been strengthened,
sorrowing ones have been comforted, and
hungry ones have been fed with the Bread of Life.
How is it with you--progression or regression?
One thing is certain--January, 1926 finds you one year nearer to Heaven--or nearer to Hell!
Reader! You have entered this New Year, either accepted in God's Beloved--or under God's holy wrath! How unspeakably solemn are the alternatives!
To any unsaved reader who scans these lines, we would say: You have commenced this year on earth--and you may end it in Hell, where a ray of hope never enters. "Now acquaint yourself with Him, and be at peace. Thereby good will come to you." Job 22:21
To the Christian--not to the professing one, but the the genuine believer--we would say: What a bright hope is yours! How precious is the thought, that before 1926 ends, you may be "forever with the Lord!" The bud of promise--may burst into the full fruit of unspeakable bliss! The springtime of faith and hope--may give place to the unending summertime of blessedness and eternal glory.
Since this is the case, let us be reminded of our solemn responsibility at the dawn of another year . . .
to yield ourselves afresh to God,
to seek His face with full purpose of heart,
to supplicate Him for new supplies of grace--
that we may serve Him as never before!
"The hour has come for you to wake up from your slumber, because our salvation is nearer now than when we first believed. The night is nearly over; the day is almost here. So let us put aside the deeds of darkness and put on the armor of light." Romans 13:11-12
"So teach us to number our days aright--that we may gain a heart of wisdom." Psalm 90:12
(1 in a multiple picture album)
We are only 90 minutes from Joshua Tree National Park. We used to go there every year but, alas, like many other NPs it has been 'discovered' by too many people.
Two distinct desert ecosystems, the Mojave and the Colorado, come together in Joshua Tree National Park.
By the mid-19th century, Mormon immigrants had made their way across the Colorado River. Legend has it that these pioneers named the tree after the biblical figure, Joshua, seeing the limbs of the tree as outstretched in supplication, guiding the travelers westward.
The park boasts the largest number of these trees anywhere on earth. Here a whole grove of them spread out beneath the wonderful desert sky.
Many folks avoid any place called a desert, but as you can see there is beauty to be found.
What is most needed today
(Arthur Pink, "Eternal Punishment")
It is the deepening conviction of the writer,
that what is most needed today, is a wide
proclamation of those truths which are the
least acceptable to the flesh.
What is needed today, is a scriptural setting
forth of the character of God—
His absolute sovereignty,
His ineffable holiness,
His inflexible justice,
His unchanging veracity.
What is needed today, is a scriptural setting
forth of the condition of the natural man—
his total depravity,
his spiritual insensibility,
his inveterate hostility to God,
the fact that he is "condemned already"
and that the wrath of a sin-hating God
is even now abiding upon him!
What is needed today, is a scriptural setting
forth of the alarming danger which sinners
are in—the indescribably awful doom which
awaits them, the fact that if they follow their
present course only a little further—they shall
most certainly suffer the due penalty of their
iniquities!
What is needed today, is a scriptural setting
forth of the nature of that dreadful punishment
which awaits the lost—
the awfulness of it,
the hopelessness of it,
the unendurableness of it,
the endlessness of it!
Excepting the Cross of Christ, nothing else
so manifests the heinousness of sin—as the
doctrine of eternal punishment.
It is just because these truths have been
withheld so much from public ministry to
the saints—that we now find so many
backboneless, sentimental, lop-sided
Christians in our assemblies!
A clearer vision of the awe-inspiring attributes
of God—would banish much of our levity and
irreverence.
A better understanding of our depravity by
nature—would humble us, and make us see
our deep need of using the appointed means
of grace.
A facing of the alarming danger of the lost
sinner—would cause us to "consider our ways"
and make us more diligent to make our "calling
and election sure."
A realization of the unspeakable misery which
awaits the lost (and which each of us fully merited)
would immeasurably deepen our gratitude, and bring
us to thank God more fervently—that we have been
snatched as brands from the burning, and delivered
from the wrath to come! It would also make us far
more earnest in our prayers—as we supplicate God
on behalf of the unsaved.
EXPLORE: Highest position: # 10; March 19, 2009.
Serie Street Photography.
One Nikon SB900 on Camera as Master and a Nikon SB800 as a slave.
DOCUMENTED MIRACLES OF THE VIRGEN DE GUADALUPE (EXTREMADURA) DE LOBOC
Loboc documented so many miracles which they attribute to the loving intercession of the Virgen de Guadalupe. Foremost of which happened on November 26, 1876. As immortalized in a painting on the ceiling of Loboc Church by reknowned Cebuano painter Ray Francia, a flood plunged Loboc wreaking havoc to the whole town. The water went up submerging the altar of Loboc Church but leaving the image unscathed as the waters calmly stopped at the base of the image of the Virgen de Guadalupe. The Lobocanons added that despite the extent of the flood, they were left unharmed.
Many devotees from other places in the Philippines also attend the Maytime festival to honor the Virgen de Guadalupe and to ask for her miraculous intercessions. Other childless mothers who went to Loboc in May to dance the bolibongkingking before her image return to her shrine offering their child, the fruit of their supplication to God through the prayers of the Virgen de Guadalupe. Some, whose prayers have been answered return to Loboc in thanksgiving and present new vestments and metal ornaments to the Virgen de Guadalupe, the devotional patroness of Loboc.