I am back from Scotland and here is the first photograph I took on my trip. This is a scene near Loch Tulla just as you approach Rannoch Moor in the Scottish Highlands. The weather was not like this the whole week as you will see but this is how I like Scotland

"What have those lonely mountains worth revealing?

More glory and more grief than I can tell:

The earth that wakes one human heart to feeling

Can centre the worlds of Heaven and Hell."

From the poem 'Often rebuked, yet always back returning' by either Emily or Charlotte Bronte

The Aoös river springs are located in Epirus, Greece, at an altitude (elevation) of 4,430 ft (1,350 m), where a reservoir was made. The Aoös river (aka Aōos) is 169 miles long (272 km). It rises in the Pindus mountains' range, then flows through the Vikos-Aoös canyon or gorge. It finally enters Albania (where it is called Vjosë) and continues for 119 miles (192 km) before joining the Adriatic sea.

Epirus is the northwesternmost region of Greece. All sorts of autumnal colors there co-exist with the surrounding fir trees' green. The scenery is breathtaking, a unique combination of picturesque mountains, valleys and lakes or rivers, as per Psalm 104:

❝Thou coveredst it with the deep as with a garment: the waters stood above the mountains.

At thy rebuke they fled; at the voice of thy thunder they hasted away.

They go up by the mountains; they go down by the valleys unto the place which thou hast founded for them.

Thou hast set a bound that they may not pass over; that they turn not again to cover the earth.

He sendeth the springs into the valleys, which run among the hills.❞

(Psalm 104, 6â10 KJV)

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(Dunluce Castle, County Antrim, Northern Ireland)

In a world of uncertainty, on whom can we depend? Who can be relied upon to guide us through life's storms?

Psalm 18:15-17

Then the channels of waters were seen, and the foundations of the world were discovered at thy rebuke, O LORD, at the blast of the breath of thy nostrils. He sent from above, he took me, he drew me out of many waters. He delivered me from my strong enemy, and from them which hated me: for they were too strong for me.

Gurdwārā Bābā Aṭṭal Rai is a famous Gurdwara in Amritsar. dedicated to Atal Rai, a son of Guru Hargobind and Mata Nanaki. It is just a short walk from the famous Harmandir Sahib.

According to Sikh legend narrated in the Gurbilas Chhevin Patshahi, Atal Rai revived a friend named Mohan who was bitten by a snake and subsequently died as a result of the injury. Upon hearing the news of the event, his father was displeased as miracles are rebuked by the Sikh gurus. After being admonished by his father for the miracle, Atal Rai retired himself to the bank of Kaulsar and left this mortal coil on 13 September 1628. The tower was built in his memory and to commemorate his short life [Wikipedia.org]

William Tecumseh Sherman, the first modern general, inventor of “scorched earth” warfare, rebuked by superiors for accepting lenient surrender terms, memorialized posthumously here 4 decades later. Maybe there were just wars in prior centuries.

Somehow i am not finding happy themes for Mono Monday. Wishing you a happy one, anyway.

28 Feb 2022; 10:30 CST; Acros SOOC

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Can we chat a minute? Friend to friend?

I've had a little thing on my heart for awhile that I really wanted to talk about so I'm taking a stab at it.

I've been a Christian my whole life. I know a lot of people hear that word and immediately cringe, break into hives or avoid direct eye contact. It's developed a bad connotation over the years, huh?

I get it.

I grew up in a very legalistic church that believed women shouldn't wear pants and that submission to a man meant doing whatever they tell you to do. Fraternizing with people who were not Christian was frowned upon as if you'd somehow contract their sin like the Black Plague. 'Burning in hell' was a phrase I heard more times than "I'd like to buy a vowel, Pat" and hate was most people's spiritual gift.

So, naturally... I grew up with issues. Major issues. Some might even label it religious trauma from the rigid dogma that was spewed from the pulpits I sat under.

I could tell you stories of people I grew up with and in my extended family who were abused physically, verbally and emotionally but told to keep quiet to 'save face' or thought speaking up wasn't submitting. It still happens today.

And it breaks my heart.

Don't get me wrong, my parents were great. Some of the kindness most thoughtful people on the planet who didn't buy completely into all that. They had their issues that they passed to me because their parents passed it to them but I've done everything I can to break that pattern in my own kids (a post for another time) and in my own heart.

But this isn't a post about the danger of religion or the dysfunction of a family. This is a post about Love.

If you're read this far... stick around for the good part. :)

Man has corrupted religion. Many have taken a book written by the God of the Universe and weaponized it to scare people into doing what they are told. It's not about love, it's about control.

But Jesus wasn't about that.

In fact, Jesus rebuked the Pharisees REPEATEDLY for worrying more about laws and rules than the people who were in need and hurting around them.

He SAW them. And He sacrificed himself for them.

He has always been for US.

Jesus doesn't care how you dress or how you look.

Jesus doesn't care about the color of your skin, nails or hair.

Jesus doesn't care where you live, or whether you bathed today.

He NEVER shied away from the sick, the hurting, the lame, the blind, the broken, the criminals... He SOUGHT them out.

And He loved them. Just like He loves you and me.

If you're a victim of religious trauma, I am so sorry. My heart absolutely breaks for you. That someone would take the Greatest Love of All and use it against you.

I know what it is like to lay in bed at night terrified by the words echoing in your head that you will never be good enough. To be frozen in fear that God was going to punish you for any infraction big or small. To be scorned for being female and looked upon as less.

Its wrong. It's cruel. And it is in NO WAY what Jesus would do.

So I guess I came here to say this...

It's not about church or religion.

It's about a relationship with Jesus. You and He.

And if you need someone to talk about that with, I'd love to chat.

Because He does love You for who you are. He looked down at His creation and thought the world needed one of you.

Think about that.

I didn't write this to preach - in fact, quite the opposite. The world is full of hurting, unseen, broken people who need to know that they are genuinely loved by God. And you really, truly are.

Love y'all.

This male Anna's Hummingbird was hovering near the bottom of our grapefruit tree canopy and with the fading light, it through the shadows almost to complete black. His head was so bright, though, that I lost some detail on the top of his head. Such an amazing fiery display. Of course Jasper scolded me a couple times with a barky rebuke for not paying more attention to him. So I had to take a few toy-tossing breaks.

Thirteenth Brook, Adirondacks, NY

It rises from Thirteenth Lake, its uninspired namesake, and runs through dense woods, until emerging in this little meadow, where she and I meet. This time of year, the vegetation is lush, the ground is over saturated with water, and made the more so by the beaver dams that have backed it up, leaving it nowhere to go but into the banks. I traversed the trunks and limbs of a couple of downed trees, then made my way testing for solid land and hummocks to get to the water's edge. There's not a sound in the riverbed. In its mirror, only the clouds move. If this brook is the voice of the lake, it is made mute here, by a plug of earth and wood. It is not forever…energy wins in the end. Most waters are dammed, again and again, all the way to the finality of the oceans. Man has learned to hold things back; letting water run wild is like saying the first thing that comes to mind. There is a reservoir within us, deep with thoughts and emotions. They are fluid, changing, pushing for expression. They spill out in spoken words and written admissions, in a current of love, hate, sadness, and joy. And we erect our own barriers to control the flow, lest the power we unleash wash out all at once, and cause damage, downstream. We hold so much back, maybe because we fear the rebuke of our anger, the dampening of our joy, or the rejection of our love. It is a delicate game, maintaining the pressure of what we leave unsaid. A wedge of light finds a way along the tree line. I let my feelings seep through, a little bit at a time.

So stick up ivy and the bays,

And then restore the heathen ways.

Green will remind you of the spring,

Though this great day denies the thing.

And mortifies the earth and all

But your wild revels, and loose hall.

Could you wear flowers, and roses strow

Blushing upon your breasts’ warm snow,

That very dress your lightness will

Rebuke, and wither at the ill.

The brightness of this day we owe

Not unto music, masque, nor show:

Nor gallant furniture, nor plate;

But to the manger’s mean estate.

His life while here, as well as birth,

Was but a check to pomp and mirth;

And all man’s greatness you may see

Condemned by His humility.

Then leave your open house and noise,

To welcome Him with holy joys,

And the poor shepherd’s watchfulness:

Whom light and hymns from heaven did bless.

What you abound with, cast abroad

To those that want, and ease your load.

Who empties thus, will bring more in;

But riot is both loss and sin.

Dress finely what comes not in sight,

And then you keep your Christmas right.

Henry Vaughan, "The True Christmas"

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I know not by what power I'm made bold,

But still you flout my insufficiency

The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace.

Oh, Why rebuke you him, that loves you so?

Lay breath so bitter, on your bitter foe

(Were the World Mine, "Were the World Mine")

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It's a very vague editorial concept of Puck from Midsummer Night's Dream.

I rather like the crowded, desaturated look.

Background is the Botanical sim.

I don't think I'm reading too much into this in thinking the Least Tern is giving me what for. But I don't take it personally since the gulls, willets, and turnstones were all getting the same treatment. At Bolivar Flats in Galveston County, Texas.

1 “I love You, Lord, my strength.”

2 The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my savior,

My God, my rock, in whom I take refuge;

My shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.

3 I call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised,

And I am saved from my enemies.

4 The ropes of death encompassed me,

And the torrents of destruction terrified me.

5 The ropes of Sheol surrounded me;

The snares of death confronted me.

6 In my distress I called upon the Lord,

And cried to my God for help;

He heard my voice from His temple,

And my cry for help before Him came into His ears.

7 Then the earth shook and quaked;

And the foundations of the mountains were trembling

And were shaken, because He was angry.

8 Smoke went up out of His nostrils,

And fire from His mouth was devouring;

Coals burned from it.

9 He also bowed the heavens down low, and came down

With thick darkness under His feet.

10 He rode on a cherub and flew;

And He sped on the wings of the wind.

11 He made darkness His hiding place, His canopy around Him,

Darkness of waters, thick clouds.

12 From the brightness before Him passed His thick clouds,

Hailstones and coals of fire.

13 The Lord also thundered in the heavens,

And the Most High uttered His voice,

Hailstones and coals of fire.

14 He sent out His arrows, and scattered them,

And lightning flashes in abundance, and routed them.

15 Then the channels of water appeared,

And the foundations of the world were exposed

By Your rebuke, Lord,

At the blast of the breath of Your nostrils.

16 He sent from on high, He took me;

He drew me out of many waters.

17 He saved me from my strong enemy,

And from those who hated me, for they were too mighty for me.

18 They confronted me in the day of my disaster,

But the Lord was my support.

19 He also brought me out into an open place;

He rescued me, because He delighted in me.

20 The Lord has rewarded me according to my righteousness;

According to the cleanness of my hands He has repaid me.

21 For I have kept the ways of the Lord,

And have not acted wickedly against my God.

22 For all His judgments were before me,

And I did not put away His statutes from me.

23 I was also blameless with Him,

And I kept myself from my wrongdoing.

24 Therefore the Lord has repaid me according to my righteousness,

According to the cleanness of my hands in His eyes.

25 With the faithful You show Yourself faithful;

With the blameless You prove Yourself blameless;

26 With the pure You show Yourself pure,

And with the crooked You show Yourself astute.

27 For You save an afflicted people,

But You humiliate haughty eyes.

28 For You light my lamp;

The Lord my God illumines my darkness.

29 For by You I can run at a troop of warriors;

And by my God I can leap over a wall.

30 As for God, His way is blameless;

The word of the Lord is refined;

He is a shield to all who take refuge in Him.

31 For who is God, but the Lord?

And who is a rock, except our God,

32 The God who encircles me with strength,

And makes my way blameless?

33 He makes my feet like deer’s feet,

And sets me up on my high places.

34 He trains my hands for battle,

So that my arms can bend a bow of bronze.

35 You have also given me the shield of Your salvation,

And Your right hand upholds me;

And Your gentleness makes me great.

36 You enlarge my steps under me,

And my feet have not slipped.

37 I pursued my enemies and overtook them,

And I did not turn back until they were consumed.

38 I shattered them, so that they were not able to rise;

They fell under my feet.

39 For You have encircled me with strength for battle;

You have forced those who rose up against me to bow down under me.

40 You have also made my enemies turn their backs to me,

And I destroyed those who hated me.

41 They cried for help, but there was no one to save,

They cried to the Lord, but He did not answer them.

42 Then I beat them fine like the dust before the wind;

I emptied them out like the mud of the streets.

43 You have rescued me from the contentions of the people;

You have placed me as head of the nations;

A people whom I have not known serve me.

44 As soon as they hear, they obey me;

Foreigners pretend to obey me.

45 Foreigners lose heart,

And come trembling out of their fortresses.

46 The Lord lives, and blessed be my rock;

And exalted be the God of my salvation,

47 The God who executes vengeance for me,

And subdues peoples under me.

48 He rescues me from my enemies;

You indeed lift me above those who rise up against me;

You rescue me from a violent man.

49 Therefore I will give thanks to You among the nations, Lord,

And I will sing praises to Your name.

50 He gives great salvation to His king,

And shows faithfulness to His anointed,

To David and his descendants forever."

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Rebuked.

1 "I will give thanks to the Lord with all my heart;

I will tell of all Your wonders.

2 I will rejoice and be jubilant in You;

I will sing praise to Your name, O Most High.

3 When my enemies turn back,

They stumble and perish before You.

4 For You have maintained my just cause;

You have sat on the throne judging righteously.

5 You have rebuked the nations, You have eliminated the wicked;

You have wiped out their name forever and ever.

6 The enemy has come to an end in everlasting ruins,

And You have uprooted the cities;

The very memory of them has perished.

7 But the Lord sits as King forever;

He has established His throne for judgment,

8 And He will judge the world in righteousness;

He will execute judgment for the peoples fairly.

9 The Lord will also be a stronghold for the oppressed,

A stronghold in times of trouble;

10 And those who know Your name will put their trust in You,

For You, Lord, have not abandoned those who seek You.

11 Sing praises to the Lord, who dwells in Zion;

Declare His deeds among the peoples.

12 For He who requires blood remembers them;

He does not forget the cry of the needy.

13 Be gracious to me, Lord;

See my oppression from those who hate me,

You who lift me up from the gates of death,

14 So that I may tell of all Your praises,

That in the gates of the daughter of Zion

I may rejoice in Your salvation.

15 The nations have sunk down into the pit which they have made;

In the net which they hid, their own foot has been caught.

16 The Lord has made Himself known;

He has executed judgment.

A wicked one is ensnared in the work of his own hands. Higgaion Selah

17 The wicked will return to Sheol,

All the nations who forget God.

18 For the needy will not always be forgotten,

Nor the hope of the afflicted perish forever.

19 Arise, Lord, do not let mankind prevail;

Let the nations be judged before You.

20 Put them in fear, Lord;

Let the nations know that they are merely human." Selah

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Then the channels of waters were seen, and the foundations of the world were discovered at thy rebuke, O LORD, at the blast of the breath of thy nostrils.

-Psalm 18:15 (King James Version)

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...Shall Time not still endow

One hour with life, and I and she

Slake in one kiss the thirst of memory?

Say, streams, lest Love should disavow

Thy service, and the bird upon the bough

Sing first to tell it me.

What whisperest thou? Nay, why

Name the dead hours? I mind them well.

Their ghosts in many darkened doorways dwell

With desolate eyes to know them by.

That hour must still be born ere it can die

Of that I'd have thee tell.

But hear, before thou speak!

Withhold, I pray, the vain behest

That while the maze hath still its bower for quest

My burning heart should cease to seek.

Be sure that Love ordained for souls more meek

His roadside dells of rest.

Stream, when this silver thread

In flood-time is a torrent brown,

May any bulwark bind thy foaming crown?

Shall not the waters surge and spread

And to the crannied boulders of their bed

Still shoot the dead drift down?

Let no rebuke find place

In speech of thine: or it shall prove

That thou dost ill expound the words of Love.

Even as thine eddy's rippling race

Would blur the perfect image of his face

I will have none thereof.

O learn and understand

That 'gainst the wrongs himself did wreak

Love sought her aid; until her shadowy cheek

And eyes beseeching gave command;

And compassed in her close compassionate hand

My heart must burn and speak...

by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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Never used to beg, never used to plead

Yeah, settling down just weren't for me

Wasn't the type that would rush in

Thought I was good, but I wasn't

Lord, I can't even function now, man

There's somethin' 'bout a woman

Somethin' 'bout the way they bring you to your knees

Somethin' 'bout a woman

Somethin' 'bout a woman does somethin' to me

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"Those whom I love I rebuke and discipline. So be earnest and repent." -Revelation 3:19

HMS Caroline is the last surviving warship of the WWI Battle of Jutland. She has been berthed at Alexandra Dock in Belfast since 1923.

Built in 1914 in Birkenhead, HMS Caroline was one of the fastest warships of the time, capable of speeds of up to 30 knots.

Whilst an impressive vessel (even today), the need for warships is a sad proof of humanity's fallen nature.

Thankfully, the Bible promises a day when all nations will be at peace. It will not be brought about by our present world leaders however. The prophet Micah (in circa 750BC) wrote about that era of peace, which will come only when the Messiah (Jesus Christ) returns and establishes His kingdom on earth:

Micah 4:3

And he shall judge among many people, and rebuke strong nations afar off; and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruninghooks: nation shall not lift up a sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more.

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I rebuke my condition... "

Don’t you think so?

A moth had been practicing for some time with bumpy veins on the underside of leaves, for his first flight. On the day of the test, he leaped hurdle after hurdle like a Thoroughbred horse and arrived at the last two obstacles. The tall ridged heights block him from exercising free will in the sky.

Puzzled, I stood on the leaf litter and scratched my dandruff-littered scalp. “What are you waiting for? You have height phobia?” I asked curiously.

Looking up at me the moth replied, “On the brink of freedom, my mind and heart are torn. One fears forward, the other desires backward. I’m unsure if my perilous pursuit is a suicide attempt above the lake of sharks. It might be easier if I just turn around and continue to crawl for the rest of my life.”

The disease of uncertainty engulfed the moth’s brain with black ribbons and restraints. “You can save yourself by flailing your arms,” I tried to point out.

I felt a pierce from his glare. “The outside eye will not get the full picture. It is one thing to have wings, but quite another to acquire the ability to fly. You’ll never understand because you’re not a moth.” The tortilla chip look-alike rebuked with annoyance as he shifted his focus back on the stumbling blocks.

The Singaporean logic of the illogical moth does make sense. I nodded in agreement and choose to wait. Time is gold. Tick tock tick tock… Time stops for no one. Tick tock tick tock… a minute past two, the moth hasn’t moved. One can tread water for only so long, before the head sink beneath the sea.

At the eleventh hour, out of the moth a phoenix within arise. In the manner as high voltage that knew no resistance, the moth power surge over the remaining lateral vaults. Once past the fringe, it was a vertical plunge into the deep end. He surrendered in uncontrollable descent against the colliding wind. Inches away from making an impact on the unforgiving ground, it just happened. The essential flap somehow breaks the fall and the moth paraglide up the merciful air, floating like a Persian rug on wings. Sailing over varied landscapes in the jungle, I heard him laughed heartily with unbridled glee.

My chapter closed with a happy ending. What is the lesson pick up from this story? Life is about taking risk and living by the edge? No way. Overcome irrational fears and every hindrance on the road? On no account is this always possible. Keep trying until you succeed? Nah, friends listen to this unchangeable reality anywhere in the world: to fly, you must learn first to crawl.

LORD LUNDY

Who was too Freely Moved to Tears, and thereby

ruined his Political Career.

Lord Lundy from his earliest years

Was far too freely moved to Tears.

For instance if his Mother said,

"Lundy! It's time to go to Bed!"

He bellowed like a Little Turk.

Or if his father Lord Dunquerque

Said "Hi!" in a Commanding Tone,

"Hi, Lundy! Leave the Cat alone!"

Lord Lundy, letting go its tail,

Would raise so terrible a wail

As moved His Grandpapa the Duke

To utter the severe rebuke:

"When I, Sir! was a little Boy,

An Animal was not a Toy!"

His father's Elder Sister, who

Was married to a Parvenoo,

Confided to Her Husband, "Drat!

The Miserable, Peevish Brat!

Why don't they drown the Little Beast?"

Suggestions which, to say the least,

Are not what we expect to hear

From Daughters of an English Peer.

His Grandmamma, His Mother's Mother,

Who had some dignity or other,

The Garter, or no matter what,

I can't remember all the Lot!

Said "Oh! That I were Brisk and Spry

To give him that for which to cry!"

(An empty wish, alas! For she

Was Blind and nearly ninety-three).

The Dear Old Butler thought—but there!

I really neither know nor care

For what the Dear Old Butler thought!

In my opinion, Butlers ought

To know their place, and not to play

The Old Retainer night and day.

I'm getting tired and so are you,

Let's cut the poem into two!

Valentines Night

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Johann Sebastian Bach: Kaffeekantate in Bachs Handwriting

at the Cup

Cantata: "Schweigt stille, plaudert nicht.." 1734

Schlußchor:

Die Katze lässt das Mausen nicht,

Die Jungfern bleiben Coffeeschwestern.

Die Mutter liebt den Coffeebrauch,

Die Großmama trank solchen auch,

Wer will nun auf die Töchter lästern!

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A cat won't stop from catching mice, and maidens remain faithful to their coffee. The mother holds her coffee dear, the grandmother drank it also, who can thus rebuke the daughters!

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The weird thing about the three rainbow photos I have posted on this site is that they were taken on two separate days, this one being taken on the second day. Amazingly enough, they were taken outside my back sliding glass door just past my backyard above the field in back of our house. These rainbows were miraculous to me in that they appeared nearly in the exact spot two days in a row, having proof of the dates on my handy-dandy little digital camera. Furthermore, it was the closest I have ever been to a rainbow, let alone a double rainbow, in my entire life. As time progressed while I sat and watched them, they kept getting closer to me. When one came closer, its effect on me was even more profound because, while I lived in Oregon--though it rains in the Willamette Valley for what seems like nearly nine months a year--I never saw anything so spectacular as I have here in the rolling hills of the central plains.

The next week, I had a hair appointment with my stylist, and I told her about the strange event. She remembered the rainbow on the 11th of June but not on the 10th. This particular one was from the 10th, both being so large they could have been seen by everyone in the city if outside. I told her the really cool thing was that I previously had been wandering around Flickr and found a picture of a spectacular rainbow like this one that a woman had taken a picture of from her backyard. I thought, at the time, how wonderful for her to have such things happen right in her backyard. I was happy for her but sad for me. Then there I was enjoying the same things, God never being a respecter of persons.

Anyway, my hair-stylist asked me if I had ever tried to chase a rainbow before. Of course I said, no, since I had hardly ever seen one. She said she had...she had actually jumped out of her car when she was younger and tried to chase one down til she became so exhausted that she quit. She found no matter how SHE TRIED to get closer to the rainbow, though chasing after it with all her might, it astonishingly seemed to keep its distance...the proverbial pot of gold at the end of the rainbow comes to mind like fool's gold.

As I mused over it, I was reminded that a full bow, not just half, surrounds God's throne, according to Revelation 4:3: "And the one who sat there had the appearance of jasper and carnelian. A rainbow, resembling an emerald, encircled the throne (NIV)." The allegory/metaphor/parable (which the Lord speaks fluently in and so must His followers if they desire to get to know Him which begins upon repentance and accepting Jesus) here is this: The more we chase after Him in and of ourselves/by our own might, ending up with us being steeped in works and legalism, the more He seems to keep his distance because the more glaring our inadequacies become in trying to reach Him on our own. But if we just sit back and enjoy Him and the wonder that is Him, the more He'll draw close to us just as this rainbow did me while I was merely sitting and enjoying it's amazing beauty on my backdoor stoop, worshiping the Lord through it all.

Once the Lord comes close to us after we stop chasing Him, we get to see Him for who He really is in all of His varied colors of goodness, salvation (mercy and grace/water), righteousness (blood), holiness (breath), redemption (circumcision, manna, and love), fire, and wind. As a result of these many parts of the baptism, we are being doubly blessed by His presence always as His luminescent colors echo like a double rainbow through to our innermost being for all eternity. Though some low-flying clouds may from time-to-time obscure our view of Him in this magnificent vibrant light, Jesus still manages to come shining through in all His glory when we rest in His abilities to meet His standards and make Him our Sabbath instead of trying to keep it ourselves.

The most mind-blowing thing of it all was that, as I did my devotions the next day, I read this passage in Isaiah 54:9-10:

"To me this is like the days of Noah,

when I swore that the waters of Noah would never again cover the earth.

So now I have sworn not to be angry with you,

never to rebuke you again.

says the LORD, who has compassion on you. (NIV)

I took this passage along with the new covenant He forged with Noah after the flood, as evidenced by the rainbow He set in the skies at the time, to have to do metaphorically with the new covenant of grace (many parts to it like the rainbow's colors though one whole) with Him through Jesus instead of trying to keep the old covenant of works. As the metaphor coalesced for me while viewing these awesome rainbows, I felt His Presence drawing closer to me and enjoyed a revival of His incredible love within me...as I hope the viewer will, also.

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If you'd like to see the video footage of the first day of this rainbow occurring as is in this picture above, go here:

www.flickr.com/photos/13724386@N08/3842327834/

If you would like to see the video footage of this rainbow happening in front of me on the second day in a row, please go here:

www.flickr.com/photos/13724386@N08/3841535877/

Sorry about the low quality in both videos. It was recorded at a much smaller size than what is shown here, and rain kept getting on the lens. The rainbows really were much more incredible and awesome to see in person than what the video footage or digital camera captured. Just chalk it up to my inexperience in photography. *Smiles*

Note: It appears that during this season where we live, there has been an incredible amount of rain. As a result, we have been blessed with about two rainbows a week here off from our back yard. Praise the Lord! I am so astounded and amazed at God's beauty and grace.

I've been thinking a lot lately about the cross. I think it carries more weight as a symbol than any other. It signifies sacrifice, the door, the path to God....truth, love, peace, eternal life. More than at any other time in 2000 years, it is rebuked and rebuffed. Yet all around us we see events described in sacred books and by esteemed prophets. Now is the time to return to the cross and seek the Creator. " For the preaching of the cross is to them that perish foolishness; but unto us which are saved it is the power of God."

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Aureate phlogiston,

Chlorophyll rebuked.

Fire within,

In transition.

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From Wikipedia “Located in the park is a sunken walled-garden known as the Heroes' Shrine with a large modern statue in Portland stone of Christ calming the storm. The statue is carved from a block rejected by Sir Christopher Wren in the building of St Paul's Cathedral. The statue was carved by Josephina de Vasconcellos to a design by the Borough Surveyor F.W. Taylor.[3] Around the base the inscription reads: “He cometh in righteousness to judge the world with his truth, he rebuked the wind and the sea, he maketh war to cease in all the world”. The memorial was constructed by Messrs. Perryman & Co of Woking at a cost of £3,200, while the inscriptions on the statue and stones were done by Messrs. E. Finch and Sons of High Street, Aldershot.

Aldershot's national memorial, this area serves as both a war memorial and a place of remembrance for the Battle of Britain and the civilians killed in bombing raids across the UK during World War II, particularly during The Blitz.[20]

Originally mounds of masonry were located here salvaged from destroyed buildings from 18 cities and 34 boroughs, including Coventry Cathedral and the Tower of London,[3] with each stone inscribed with the name of the city or area of London from which it came. Today only a few of these remain, cemented into the ground. The monument was unveiled on the 5th May 1950[4] by the Duchess of Gloucester.[3]”

The steps from the Castle green up to the Castle terrace at Nottingham Castle, 21st May 2022. The present Castle is in fact a stately home built for the Duke of Newcastle around 1660 replacing the earlier Castle. The building was attacked and looted by rioters in 1831 following the Duke of Newcastle's opposition to parliamentary reform. The house was gutted internally by fire and the Duke as a rebuke to the people of Nottingham left the ruined building un-repaired for forty five years. Eventually the site was purchased by the City and in 1875 work commenced to repair the building and convert it to a municipal museum and art gallery, which was opened by the Prince of Wales (later King Edward VII) in 1878.

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Matthew 8:23-27 King James Version (KJV)

23 And when he was entered into a ship, his disciples followed him.

24 And, behold, there arose a great tempest in the sea, insomuch that the ship was covered with the waves: but he was asleep.

25 And his disciples came to him, and awoke him, saying, Lord, save us: we perish.

26 And he saith unto them, Why are ye fearful, O ye of little faith? Then he arose, and rebuked the winds and the sea; and there was a great calm.

27 But the men marvelled, saying, What manner of man is this, that even the winds and the sea obey him!

Egli se ne stava a poppa, sul cuscino, e dormiva. Allora lo svegliarono e gli dissero: “Maestro, non t’importa che moriamo?”. Destatosi, sgridò il vento e disse al mare: “Taci, calmati!”. Il vento cessò e vi fu grande bonaccia. Poi disse loro: “Perché siete così paurosi? Non avete ancora fede?”.

A furious squall came up, and the waves broke over the boat, so that it was nearly swamped.

Jesus was in the stern, sleeping on a cushion. The disciples woke him and said to him, “Teacher, don’t you care if we drown?”He got up, rebuked the wind and said to the waves, “Quiet! Be still!” Then the wind died down and it was completely calm. He said to his disciples, “Why are you so afraid? Do you still have no faith?”

Xiaojie (小姐, literally "little older sister", usually very inaccurately translated as "miss") are a dreaded Chinese variety of damsels who use their real or feigned stupid helplessness to permanently boss young men around and dance on their noses. The only way to master them is to turn the tables. But I wonder if this young man would be able to do that.

I have observed young men on China's streets kneeling before such xiaojie to tie their shoes. I have repeatedly seen xiaojie loudly reprimanding young men in public. Only once, on one such occasion, did I see the young man in question simply leave the xiaojie who was rebuking him. The girl was stunned at first. The lad walking leisurely along was already about 100 meters away when she was finally able to react and started running. When she reached him, she hit him with punches that bounced off him like cotton balls.

Everywhere I turned on Alcatraz there was decay, even as the iron bars remained strong for now. It made for a powerful setting for Ai Weiwei's art work.

But it also made me think of an addendum to Isaiah 2:4 "And He shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people; and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks; nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they study war anymore."

Once we stop making war, we must find a way to stop populating prisons. In our imperfect world today, some wars are unavoidable and some people must be kept away from society. But neither war nor prison is right. And Alcatraz has been both.

Maybe the solution is to make them all into museums and art installations.

Red squirrel (Sciurus vulgaris) in the managed forest stand quite far from human settlements. It is no real wilderness, however, the picture was taken by chance, without any preparation. It escaped to the tree, climbed up and rebuked me nervously.

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A "NESKA" NO LE GUSTA MUCHO LA DUCHA

-Nadie te seguirá incondicionalmente adonde quiera que vayas. El sí lo hará.

-Te querrá igual si eres rico o pobre, guapo o feo.

-Nunca te guardará rencor, aunque lo reprendas.

-Siempre que te vea será féliz, por el simple hecho de saber que eres tú el que llegas a casa.

-No te pedirá más que una caricia, o que le tires la pelota.

-Si lloras, lo entiende perfectamente.

-Si enfermas no se moverá de tu lado

-Ha nacido para ser compañero del ser humano

-Se conformará siempre con la comida que le des, sin protestar como hacemos nosotros.

-Harás ejercicio al pasearle.

-Siempre te hará compañía.

-Si tienes hijos, aprenderán a querer y respetar a los animales.

-Te será fiel hasta la muerte.

-Es capaz de dar mucho más de lo que recibe.

-Si no has tenido nunca un animal, aprenderás lo que es quererlo.

-Te hará reir, aunque de cachorrito haga alguna travesura.

-No le importa que le hayas puesto un nombre ridículo, se conforma con todo.

-Si le das un pequeño regalo, lo agradece siempre.

-Solo con la mirada aprenderás a entenderle

-El resto lo sabrás cuando se haya ido para siempre.

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"NESKA" DOES NOT LIKE MUCH THE SHOWER

-The rest you will know it when it has gone away forever.

È possibile che anche molti abitanti di Roma non conoscano la storia dell'asino volante dalla Via di Tor di Nona. Ero sicuro che questo fosse un regalo romantico scherzoso per la amata, ma si è rivelato completamente diverso. Molto più serio.

Nel 1976, per protestare contro la desolazione degli edifici storici nel quartiere Tor di Nona (nel cuore di Roma), un gruppo di giovani artisti dipinse le case abbandonate con disegni. È stata una sfida politica e un rimprovero alle autorità metropolitane nel tentativo di porre rimedio alla situazione. Tale lotta pacifista ha dato i suoi frutti e presto è iniziato il restauro degli edifici.

Il film di Enzo Castellari „La via della droga“ (1977) presenta una cornice in cui sono visibili le pareti ricoperte di graffiti di Thor di Nona.

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It is possible that even many residents of Rome do not know the story of the flying donkey from the Tor di Nona street. I was sure that this was a playful romantic gift for my beloved, but it turned out quite differently. Much more serious.

In 1976, in protest against the desolation of historical buildings in the Tor di Nona area (in the heart of Rome), a group of young artists painted abandoned houses with drawings. This was a political challenge and a rebuke to the metropolitan authorities in an attempt to remedy the situation. Such a pacifist struggle paid off, and restoration of the buildings soon began.

In Enzo Castellari's film "The Way of Drugs" (1977), there is a frame in which graffiti-covered walls from Tor di Nona Street are visible.

"Hail, soft November, though thy pale

Sad smile rebuke the words that hail

Thy sorrow with no sorrowing words

Or gratulate thy grief with song

Less bitter than the winds that wrong

Thy withering woodlands, where the birds

Keep hardly heart to sing or see

How fair thy faint wan face may be".

~ Algernon Charles Swinburne ~

Today was a day of unbridled sadness. I'll explain in a moment. A couple days ago, about 4 blocks from our house, there was a murder. In our little town of 36 000, people, it's a rare occurrence. I didn't know the young man whose life was taken by two others. But, today I had a call from Fanshawe College, where I sometimes teach adult classes on photography, and they asked if I could do a favour for them. The murder victim was a recent graduate of their wielding program, and was taking further courses. His mother had gone to the school today to talk about his work, and his memorial which will be on Monday. The school was wondering if I could print some photos that they had taken from Facebook, of the young lad at graduation. They were hoping to give them to the mother at his memorial on Monday. I said I would look at them, and give an opinion. Ethical questions regarding printing someone else's photos aside, I assumed that the files would be way too small for the 8x10's they were considering. So, I tried 5x7, and 4x6. The printer did the 4x6's for me for free, when I told them what it was for. Sadly, the files were about 1/30 of the size needed to make a recognizable print. Sigh. It was with great sorrow, and regret, that I had to tell the college that the prints weren't possible given the size of their files. My heart went out to the family of a young man who seemed to be turning his life around.

You may also have heard of the recent terrorist incident that occurred about 40 minutes from our town in the sleepy town of Strathroy, Ontario. Turns out that a former classmate of mine knew the terrorist's father well, and had worked with him. Seems, the terrorist was planning to strike in London, Ontario, a 20 minute drive form us, and where we lived for 7 years.

Finally, on Facebook last night,one of my former students, who is married to another of my former students, asked for prayer for her little daughter who is in my grandson's class at school. They're going into grade 1. The daughter had been transferred to the children's hospital in London for testing, but, there was no indication of her condition. When I got home from work tonight, my wife said, "Did you hear about ___?" I said, no, what? She said she has leukaemia, and they are starting treatment immediately. She's just such a little thing to begin with. Sigh.

Then I think of my whining on Flickr the other night about the pain in my heel, and I felt rebuked for, these people are going through virtual hell right now, and I have foot pain. No comparison. And, I apologize for dumping my petty problems on you all.