Sunday, August 18, 2019

O house of Israel, is my hand shortened at all that it cannot redeem, or have I no power to deliver?




2 Nephi 7:2

The heathen and unchurched abide
in their great unchristian pride;
never giving Christ the space
to enfold them in his grace.
But I judge them not at all,
since I too, with Adam's fall,
struggle sometimes with conviction
when I'm faced with keen affliction.
So my prayer will always be:
Redeemer, please help strengthen me!







Saturday, August 17, 2019

Postcard to the President


Everything beautiful in his time



He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end.
Ecclesiastes 3:11


His endless works in beauty dwell;
Our praise and awe they do compel.
Where'er we look, where'er we go,
His pleasing signature doth flow.
And we his comely servants be
When we obey him faithfully.


Friday, August 16, 2019

Trump Is Said to Ask: Can We Buy Greenland? (NYT)




My chin was itching, so I knew I was going to have visitors. I sat out on my patio eating an Otter Pop and a scary clown came down the alleyway to stand in front of me. He had sharp pointy teeth and his yellow gloves were stained red.
"Boo!" he growled at me.
"Oh, go to blazes" I shot back, too irritated to take his threatening demeanor seriously. The Elders had just called to cancel their lunch with me, and I already had the red sauce simmering on the stove. NOW what was I going to do with it? Thus, my cranky mood.
"Would you like to buy a balloon?" the scary clown asked hopefully.
"No" I replied shortly. "Beat it. Get lost. Am-scray." The scary clown trudged away -- a broken metaphor of something or other that I was too peeved to ponder.
Now came a guy in a dark blue v-neck sweater. "Can I buy your sunflowers please?" he asked in an accent like El Brendel.
"Where you from?" I asked him, my temper not improved by his fakey sounding accent. The cosmos was playing practical jokes on me and I wasn't enjoying it.
"Greenland" he said apologetically. "I come to buy up tings here so you don't buy up my country first."
"That's ridiculous" I shot back. "Nobody in their right mind would want to buy your country -- it's nothin' but rocks and ice and a bunch of sheep." 
"Maybe so" he said sheepishly, "but I vill buy you first before you buy me."
"Begone, you piece of lousewort!" I yelled at him, going out of my mind with grief at the senseless and continual selling and buying that seemed to engulf my surroundings. The poor Greenlander broke down and started to cry at my outburst, so I offered him a chair and a Pancho Punch Otter Pop. 
"There, there" I said kindly. "Let us not speak of vulgar commercial matters any more. Speak to me of crowberries and rhubarb instead."
We became best friends that day, and I invited him to move in with me. Now we go on long hikes and make reindeer sausage together. And when his native land sunk into the ocean after all the glaciers were deported, I bought him a nice pair of penny loafers to console him. 

More than 250,000 people sign a petition to rename Fifth Ave. in front of Trump Tower ‘Obama Avenue’ (WaPo)