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Neon sign on the corner for the Denver Rescue Mission in downtown. Lines were already forming at 5am in the morning.
St. Petersburg, Russia
Commissioned by Alexander III to memorialize the death of his father, Alexander II, who was killed on this site in 1881 by a terrorist's bomb. The church opened in 1907 and was closed by Stalin in the 1930's and reopened at the end of the 20th century.
1 Peter 2:25
Once you were wandering like lost sheep. But now you have turned to your Shepherd, the Guardian of your souls.
I make these and sell them here and there and am trying to figure out how to get a really good picture without hotspots and with true color.........
Pastor Calvin continues his prayerful study, reading through the text again.
"Now after the Sabbath, as it began to dawn toward the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary came to look at the grave. And behold, a severe earthquake had occurred, for an angel of the Lord descended from heaven and came and rolled away the stone and sat upon it. And his appearance was like lightning, and his clothing as white as snow. The guards shook for fear of him and became like dead men. The angel said to the women, “Do not be afraid; for I know that you are looking for Jesus who has been crucified. He is not here, for He has risen, just as He said. Come, see the place where He was lying.*
Past the crucifixion, now the tomb. Come! See the place! Again, the words come to him.
"Every circumstance connected with the life of Christ is deeply interesting to the Christian mind. Wherever we behold our Savior, He is well worthy of our notice. All His weary pilgrimage, from Bethlehem’s manger to Calvary’s Cross, is in my eyes, paved with glory. Each spot upon which He trod is to our souls consecrated at once, simply because there the foot of earth’s Savior and our own Redeemer once was placed. When He comes to Calvary the interest thickens—then our best thoughts are centered on Him in the agonies of crucifixion, because that is when we see His love for us most clearly! Nor does our deep affection permit us to leave Him, even when, the struggle being over, He yields up the spirit. The sight of His body, when it is taken down from the Cross, still is wondrous in our eyes.
By faith we discern Joseph of Arimathea and the timid Nicodemus, assisted by those holy women, drawing out the nails and taking down the mangled body. We behold them wrapping Him in clean white linen, hastily girding Him round with belts of spices, then putting Him in His tomb and departing for the Sabbath rest. We shall on this occasion go where Mary Magdalene went on the morning of the first day of the week, when waking before the dawn, she aroused herself to be early at the sepulcher of Jesus. We will try, if it is possible, by the help of God’s Spirit, to go as she did, not in body, but in soul. We will stand at that tomb. We will examine it and we trust we shall hear some truth-speaking voice coming from its hollow bosom which will comfort and instruct us, so that we may say of the grave of Jesus when we go away, “It was none other than the gate of Heaven”—a sacred place, deeply solemn and sanctified by the slain body of our precious Savior!
I thus invite all Christians to come with me to the tomb of Jesus. “Come, see the place where the Lord lay.” We will labor to understand why such a place, terrible in other circumstances, is so attractive to the saved soul. Come then, for ‘tis the shrine of greatness, ‘tis the resting place of the Man, the Restorer of our race, the Conqueror of death and Hell! Men will travel hundreds of miles to behold the place where a poet first breathed the air of earth. They will journey to the ancient tombs of mighty heroes, or the graves of men renowned by fame. But where shall the Christian go to find the grave of one so famous as was Jesus? Ask me the greatest man who ever lived, and I will tell you the Man, Christ Jesus, was “anointed with the oil of gladness above His fellows.” If you seek a chamber honored as the resting place of genius, turn in here. If you would worship at the grave of holiness, come here. If you would see the hallowed spot where the choicest bones that ever were fashioned lay for awhile, come with me, Christian, to that quiet garden, hard by the walls of Jerusalem!
Come with me, moreover, because it is the tomb of your best Friend. They said of Mary, “She goes unto His grave to weep there.” You have lost your friends, some of you. You have planted flowers upon their graves. You go and sit at eventide upon the green turf, bedewing the grass with your tears, for there your mother lies and there your father, or your wife. Oh, in such pensive sorrow come with me to this dark garden of our Savior’s burial. Come to the grave of your best Friend. He says He is. He says He is your Brother. Yes, one who “sticks closer than a brother.” Come, then, to the grave of your dearest relative, O Christian, for Jesus is your Husband, “your Maker is your Husband, the Lord of Hosts is His name.” Is not the place sanctified where one so well-beloved slept, although but for a moment? Surely you need no eloquence. If it were needed I have none. I have but the power in simple, but earnest language, to repeat the words, “Come, see the place where the Lord lay.” On this Easter morning pay a visit to His grave, for it is the grave of your best Friend!
Yes, more, I will further urge you to this pious pilgrimage. Come, for angels bid you. Angels said, “Come, see the place where the Lord lay.” The Syrian version reads, “Come, see the place where our Lord lay.” Yes, angels put themselves with those poor women and used one common pronoun, 'our'. Jesus is the Lord of angels as well as of men! We call Him, Lord. We go into the Scripture to hang upon His every Word, entranced by His pure truth. You call Him Master and Lord and you do well. “But,” said the seraph, “He is my Lord, too.” Bowing his head, he gently said, “Come, see the place where our Lord lay.” Do not fear, then, Christian, to step into that tomb! Do not dread to enter there, when the angel points with his finger and says, “Come, we will go together—angels and men— and see the royal bedchamber.” You know that angels did go into His tomb, for they sat one at His head and the other at His foot in holy meditation. I picture to myself those bright cherubs sitting there talking to one another. One of them said, “It was there His feet lay.” And the other replied, “And there His hands and there His head.” And in celestial language did they talk concerning the deep things of God. Then they stooped and kissed the rocky floor, made sacred to the angels themselves, not because there they ever needed redemption, but because there their Master and their Monarch, whose high behests they were obeying, did, for a while, succumb to death and destruction! Come, then, Christian, for angels are the porters to unbar the door. Come, for a cherub is your messenger to usher you to the death-place of master of death, Himself.
No, do not turn away from the entrance! Let not the darkness frighten you— the vault is not damp with the vapors of death, nor does the air contain anything of contagion. Come, for it is a pure and healthy place. Fear not to enter that tomb! I will admit that catacombs are not the places where we, who are full of joy, would love to go. There is something gloomy and noisome about a vault. There are noxious smells of corruption. Oftentimes pestilence is born where a dead body has lain. But fear not, Christian, for Christ was not left in the grave, neither did His body see corruption! Come, there is no foul odor. No, rather a perfume. Step in here and if you did ever breathe the gales of Ceylon, or winds from the groves of Araby, you shall find them far excelled by that sweet holy fragrance left by the blessed presence of Jesus, that alabaster vase which once held Divinity and was rendered sweet and precious thereby. Think not you shall find anything obnoxious to your senses. Jesus never saw corruption. No worms ever devoured His flesh. No rottenness ever entered into His bones. He saw no corruption. Three days He slumbered, but not long enough to putrefy. He soon arose, perfect as when He entered. Uninjured as when His limbs were composed for their slumber. Come then, Christian, summon up your thoughts, gather all your powers—here is a sweet invitation—let me press it again. Let me lead you by the hand of meditation, my Brothers and Sisters. Let me take you by the arm of your imagination and let me again say to you, “Come, see the place where the Lord lay.”
There is yet one reason more why I would have you visit this Royal sepulcher, because it is a quiet spot. Oh, I have longed for rest, for I have heard this world’s rumors in my ears so long, that I have begged for, “A lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade” where I might hide myself forever! I am sick of this tiring and trying life. My frame is weary, my soul is mad to repose for awhile. I wish I could lie myself down a little by the edge of some pebbly brook, with no companion save the fair flowers or the nodding willows. I could recline in stillness, where the air brings balm to the tormented brain, where there is no murmur save the hum of the summer bee, no whisper except that of the zephyrs and no song except the caroling of the lark. I wish I could be at ease for a moment. I have become a man of the world—my brain is racked, my soul is tired. Oh, then, Christian, the Lord calls you to be quiet, still, and know that He is God. Merchant, would you rest from your toils? Would you be calm for once? Then come here! It is in a pleasant garden, far from the hum of Jerusalem. The noise and din of business will not reach you here. “Come, see the place where the Lord lay.” It is a sweet resting spot, a withdrawing room for your soul where you may brush your garments from the dust of earth and muse awhile in peace."
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A year of the shows and performers of the Bijou Planks Theater.
* Scripture: Matthew 28:1-6
Sermon: Adapted from Charles Spurgeon, 'The Tomb of Jesus', preached April 8, 1855
He is risen! He is risen, indeed!
Previous Resurrection Day celebrations at Paprihaven:
2016:
www.flickr.com/photos/paprihaven/25962038802/
2017:
www.flickr.com/photos/paprihaven/34054141545/
2018:
www.flickr.com/photos/paprihaven/41096879842/
2019:
www.flickr.com/photos/paprihaven/32688654147/
2020:
www.flickr.com/photos/paprihaven/49797426658/
2021:
www.flickr.com/photos/paprihaven/51092700833/
2022:
www.flickr.com/photos/paprihaven/52008563496/
2023:
My favorite shot from an otherwise abysmal Sunday on the NS Lafayette District. This would end up being the only train we would see with full nose light all day. But I can finally mark this great shot off my list.
20T passes the giant grain elevator at Homer, IL as they ease onto the main toward Vance waiting on 35N to clear into the siding.
Getting saved from Magda by a random hero.
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Some Vincent shooting, that actually shows his face!! I adore him way too much (all those blingbling rosaries and accessories and his dreads and the way all the fabrics fit him argh!! Also colors. Damn, I might be even proud of these.) and couldn't resist putting all these here, I hope you didn't die due to this overdose :'D
//I also hope nobody gets offended by all these symbols from different religions. I just find them interesting and beautiful, and since this doll represents a deity, I think they kinda fit the theme. Most of these are my jewelry, they just look too good on him, hah.
He is Migidoll Ryu on an Angell Studio 70cm body, makeup, bodyblushing, tattoos and wig done by me.
Steel-toe boots (also known as safety toe boots, steel-capped boots or safety shoe) are durable boots or shoes that have a protective reinforcement in the toe, usually combined with a sole plate, which protect the foot from falling objects and punctures from below. Traditionally made of steel, the reinforcement can also be made of a composite material, or a plastic such as thermoplastic polyurethane (TPU). Steel-toe boots are important in the construction industry and in many industrial settings. Occupational safety and health legislation or insurance requirements may require the use of such boots in some settings, and may mandate certification of such boots and the display of such certification directly on the boots. In Canada, certified boots have a Canadian Standards Association green triangle on them.
Safety footwear now comes in many styles, including sneakers and clogs. Some are quite formal, for supervising engineers who must visit sites where protective footwear is mandatory.
A myth about steel-toe boots is that the inserts actually create a more dangerous environment, because a significant weight could cause the steel to act like a blade, severing the toe instead of the weight simply crushing the foot. However, the weight needed to induce such a failure would result in such severe damage to the toe that amputation would be necessary anyway.
The Church of the Savior on Spilled Blood is seen from Mikhailovsky Garden in St Petersburg, Russia July 2, 2015. Photo by Tim Chong
Designer unknown (佚名)
1968, April
Savior
Qiuxing (救星)
Call nr.: PC-1968-s-001 (Private collection)
More? See: chineseposters.net
(Echeveria strictiflora). Davis Mountains, Texas.
One of the Davis Mountains most spectacular botanical residents is the Desert Savior. This succulent member of the stonecrop family (Crassulaceae) is primarily found on rocky canyon walls and slopes of central and northern Mexico. In the United States it is known only from Jeff Davis, Brewster, and Presidio Counties in far West Texas.
We found several growing from rock crevices and the bases of boulders at elevations above 6000 feet. Here they were able to take advantage of minute amounts of soil and moisture that collect over time. In the Davis Mountains they seem to be found primarily in exposed rock outcrops and canyon walls adjacent to rocky streams.
The Desert Savior is a truly spectacular plant. It's stalk of waxy, fiery flowers reaches up to a foot and a half over it's thick, grayish green succulent leaves. Each curled stalk may bare 2 dozen or more flowers that gradually open, unfurling the stalk as they develop and fade. Hummingbirds are likely an important pollinator of these succulents, as evidenced by their bright red coloration, somewhat tubular flowers, and the fact that their peak blooming seems to coincide with the start of hummingbird migration of late summer.
William Franz Fritz Wayner
September 25, 1965 - April 14, 2017
Fritz went to be with his Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, at 51 years of age, at Shalimar, Florida, on Good Friday, April 14, 2017.
Fritz was born September 25, 1965, at Edwards AFB, California, a third child to Lew and Betty Wayner. He was his father’s pride to carry on the family name sake and his mother’s joy. As a child, he was curious, exuberant and boisterous and always enjoyed being outside. After the family moved to Brooks Street, Fritz mastered fishing, skateboarding, water skiing, sailing and wind surfing. He worked with his family at Perri’s Italian Restaurant where he developed his love for cooking. He added body building and cheerleading with sister Cathy to his various activities while attending Choctawhatchee High School, and then went on to cheer for Florida State University. After college, Fritz returned to Fort Walton Beach, to be close to family and where he remained and worked in the restaurant and hospitality industry.
Throughout Fritz’s life he dearly loved and valued his family, who continue to dearly love and value him. His engaging and magnanimous personality (and his cooking talent) gained him many, many friends; all of whom have been most loving and generous toward him in return. This testifies greatly of the kind of man Fritz was while he was with us. He will be sorely missed.
Fritz is survived by his two sisters and brothers in law, Wanda and Tim Martin and Cathy and Bill Brock, his nephew, Luke Martin, his niece and her husband, Rebecca and Danny Miller and their four children, his great niece and nephews: Emma, Jeremy, Steven and one on the way (Fritz always said they made him a “great” uncle!). He is also survived by two aunts and many cousins, his dearest friends, Chris and Tamela Hayes, John and Jimma Henderson and his dog ‘Migo.
Fritz’s family would like to express our deepest gratitude and appreciation to Harry T’s for the Friends for Fritz Event, Dr. Harvey Hsiang at Emerald Coast Cancer Center and Mauricia Stanton at Emerald Waters for caring for Fritz, Fort Walton Beach Medical Center, especially Alan, for their kindness and treatment and the caregivers at Regency Hospice for helping us through our last days with our brother. Also, we thank Fritz’s Best Western family for providing their venue for our celebration.
We love you Fritz! God bless and keep you always!
Celebration of Life Service to be held Thursday, April 27, 2017, 12:00 PM on the beach behind Best Western, 380 Santa Rosa Blvd., Okaloosa Island.