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| Thursday, January 25th, 2007 | | 11:00 pm |
*passes around kleenexes* Here's to goodbyes... After watching a couple of other friends fade away from the LJ blogworld and thinking about their reasons for doing so, I'm here to warn y'all that I'm also on my way out the door. If you haven't been able to tell, this blog is already quite dormant, and doesn't get much attention. Basically I keep it here so I can read your posts. For that matter, I may keep this so I can still keep in touch. But don't expect any more posts here. 1) I don't have time for it. 2) I have other blogs. One on xanga: http://www.xanga.com/scholaaggie and the other on blogger: http://texbomb.blogspot.com . If you don't care to keep up with me on either of those two, then that's your loss. :-) Now, if you want to get ahold of me, there are many ways to do so, and I've tried to make sure that I keep those methods of communication (which are preferable to blogging) available for all of you. 1) I'm on AIM as "scholaaggie". If you want to talk to me, I'll tell you what it means... ;-) 2) I've also got MSN and Yahoo messenger as danielalders@yahoo.com. I rarely talk to people on these, but if you want to reach me, I'm usually connected if my computer is on. That way *you* have every opportunity to reach me. 3) My email address is danielalders@yahoo.com Email me sometime! 4) If you know me really well, you've got my cell phone number. Call me up, I'd love to chat! If you don't have my cell #, but want it, email me. :-) Cheers folks, and God bless, Daniel | | Monday, November 6th, 2006 | | 4:50 pm |
Our Father is not normal...
That is, He doesn't operate in normal ways.
We have a Father who likes weather patterns to change every 3 months. And that is normal, supposedly. Then He changes the weather in places like Texas, where you have 8 months of summer, 2 months of winter, and 2 months of something in between. Our Father makes the leaves of the trees to fall in the Autumn and then has them grow new ones (a symbol of the resurrection!) in the spring, with blossoms to boot. But then He has also made the Pine Trees, the trees of East Texas, which (unless they're dead) do not change colors or lose their "leaves." They just stay green all of the time.
We have a Father who decided that in order to save His people, He would have His Son -- God -- become a MAN and come down and live among us, and die. And then, He would be resurrected. Who ever thought of that? Dying, and then living again? I don't think we can call that normal.
We have a Father who exists in a 3-way relationship. The Trinity. He is 3, but He's also One. Huh?
We have a Father who calls us to Himself every Lord's Day to sing His praises in the heavens, who brings us to His Table for fellowship, where we partake of the body and blood of His Son. Is that normal? Oh, and while we're there, we're communing with the saints who have come before us. Wow.
We have a Father who accepts us as His people because the blood of His Son and our Savior covers our sins. We would say that no one in their right mind would accept such a wicked people as friends. No normal person would let thieves, liars, cheaters, and sinners in general sit at a table with him/her. Right?
No normal person.
Thank goodness our Father isn't normal. | | Thursday, July 20th, 2006 | | 10:09 am |
More ad... A new post, and a long one, is up on the Librarian's blog. http://texbomb.blogspot.comIt's a satire of Shakespeare's Hamlet. You can read it and comment there, or back here. I do want reviews... :-) In my defense though, it was written 2 years ago... ;-) | | Monday, July 17th, 2006 | | 7:46 am |
| | Saturday, June 24th, 2006 | | 6:23 am |
Another post!
ooo.... ya'll should like this...
Only a Southerner knows the difference between
a hissie fit and a conniption fit, and that you
don't HAVE" them, you "PITCH" them.
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Only a Southerner knows how many fish,
collard greens, turnip greens, peas, beans, etc.,
make up "a mess."
_____
Only a Southerner can show or point out to you
the general direction of "yonder."
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Only a Southerner knows exactly how long "directly" is, ... as in:
"Going to town, be back directly."
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Even Southern babies know that "Gimme some sugar"
is not a request for the white, granular sweet substance
that sits in a pretty little bowl in the middle of the table.
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All Southerners know exactly when "by and by" is.
They might not use the term, but they know the concept well.
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Only a Southerner knows instinctively that the best gesture of solace for
a neighbor
who's got trouble is a plate of hot fried chicken and a big bowl of cold
potato salad. If the neighbor's trouble is a real crisis,
they also know to add a large banana puddin!
_____
Only Southerners grow up knowing the difference
between "right near" and "a right far piece." They
also know that "just down the road" can be 1 mile or 20.
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Only a Southerner both knows and understands the
difference between a redneck, a good ol' boy, and po' white trash.
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No true Southerner would ever assume that the car
with the flashing turn signal is actually going to make a turn
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A Southerner knows that "fixin" can be used as a noun, a verb, or an
adverb.
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Only Southerners make friends while standing in lines ..
and when we're "in line"... we talk to everybody!
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Put 100 Southerners in a room and half of them will discover they're
related,
even if only by marriage.
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In the South, y'all is singular .... all y'all is plural
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Southerners know grits come from corn and how to eat them.
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Every Southerner knows tomatoes with eggs, bacon, grits, and coffee
are perfectly wonderful; that red eye gravy is also a breakfast food;
and that fried green tomatoes are not a breakfast food
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When you hear someone say, "Well, I caught myself lookin',"
you know you are in the presence of
a genuine Southerner!
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Only true Southerners say "sweet tea" and "sweet milk."
Sweet tea indicates the need for sugar and lots of it -- we do not like
our tea unsweetened.
"Sweet milk" means you don't want buttermilk
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And a true Southerner knows you don't scream obscenities at little old
ladies
who drive 30 MPH on the freeway. You just say,"Bless her heart"...
and go your own way.
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And to those of you who are still having a hard time
understanding all this Southern stuff ... bless your hearts,
I hear they are fixin' to have classes on Southernness
as a second language!
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And for those who are not from the South but have lived
here for a long time, all y'all need a sign to hang on y'alls front porch
that reads
"I ain't from the South, but I got here as fast as I could."
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Bless your hearts .. y'all have a blessed day.
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Well, *I* was amused... | | Wednesday, June 21st, 2006 | | 7:45 am |
Post NBA-Finals thoughts...
The Finals are over. The Miami Heat have defeated the Mavericks by winning 4 games in a row. Very impressive, despite the fact that there was some bad officiating. My point remains: the Mavs lost that series on their own. They missed free throws, they couldn't hit an open jumper, and they LOST game 3 on their OWN. So yea.
BUT, for all of you NBA fans and NON-NBA fans. This is for you:
You coulda/woulda/shoulda appreciated the performance of one man. Dwayne Wade was sensational. Amazing. I have seen loads of basketball over the years. I've seen Michael Jordan play, I've seen Kobe Bryant, I've seen Amare Staudemire. I've even watched Dirk Nowitski play. And my opinion of Dwayne Wade (and this is other people's opinion, too) is that he's at least equal in talent to Jordan, and has the potential to be better. Jordan could fly... he could glide... but Wade... Wade is unstoppable. He carried the Heat to victory. In Miami's 4 wins, he scored 43, 36, 42, and 36 points. Those are monster numbers.
And one more thing... I have a lot of respect for a guy who puts up those numbers, just gets crowned MVP, and then says he wants to thank God for giving his team the courage and tenacity and strength. And give all the praise to God. That's incredible for a superstar in his position to think of God first. And it impressed me. Greatly.
So enjoy watching Dwayne Wade next year and the next few years. He's gunna be great. | | Tuesday, June 6th, 2006 | | 7:04 am |
I'm wondering...
Should I try to keep up with this... or should I just leave it... drop it off the coast of Australia or something...
Does anyone, or *would* anyone read this if I kept up with it? I *do* have a xanga, you know... :) | | Tuesday, April 4th, 2006 | | 10:40 pm |
Uh... I'm alive... Any congratulations? :)
For those of you who actually visit this site, school is going well. I have 5 and a half weeks left in my Freshman year here at NSA. The week after school is out, I fly to Greece for a 17 day tour of Greece and Turkey with Mr. Callihan and Schola.
This summer (June and July) I will be at home, probably doing some work in town and working on the farm. First week in August I'm coming back up to Moscow for Trinity Fest and to get ready for school again. BTW, Trinity Festival is going to be awesome again this year. You all should come. :)
The End.
Current Mood: busy
Current Music: Kryptonite -- 3 Doors Down | | Wednesday, January 18th, 2006 | | 5:00 pm |
I'm alive. I promise. If you keep up with me here, then you should probably make you way over to this site.... http://www.xanga.com/scholaaggie . :) I update there more often. | | Saturday, December 24th, 2005 | | 7:29 pm |
Wow... It's been a while...
I haven't really forgotten about all of you peeps...
... not totally, that is... :)
It's Christmas Eve. Christmas with our family tonight, and then with Dad's parents tomorrow after church.
Next week: Christmas pics, Christmas letters, bowl games, hunting, and finally, on Saturday, our New Year's Eve Part-AY! Hoorah... That's going to be great.
Merry Christmas, ya'll! | | Saturday, December 3rd, 2005 | | 5:15 pm |
I miss my friends... back home... "We Have Been Friends Together" WE have been friends together In sunshine and in shade, Since first beneath the chestnut trees, In infancy we played. But coldness dwells within thy heart, A cloud is on thy brow; We have been friends together, Shall a light word part us now? We have been gay together; We have laughed at little jests; For the fount of hope was gushing Warm and joyous in our breasts, But laughter now hath fled thy lip, And sullen glooms thy brow; We have been gay together, Shall a light word part us now? We have been sad together; We have wept with bitter tears O'er the grass-grown graves where slumbered The hopes of early years. The voices which are silent there Would bid thee clear thy brow; We have been sad together. Oh, what shall part us now? -Caroline Norton Current Mood:  moody | | Thursday, November 24th, 2005 | | 12:28 pm |
Happy Thanksgiving!! We're a blessed people. We've been given more than we could ever hope for. Friends and family. Freedom and a wealthy country. The Gospel and salvation in Jesus Christ. Fun and games. Good food and plenty of it. But why? Why have we been given these gifts? The truth is: because it pleased God to bless us. And He requires us to return to Him just a 10th of our firstfruits -- a small portion in comparison to our overflowing storebarns. People, we need to learn to be thankful. To drink deeply of the sunlight and clean air which God provides each and every day in order that we might live. We should continually thank our God and Preserver for every night in which our bodies continue to work properly as we drift off to other worlds and dream the hours away. We should thank Him as we travel to our friend's and family's homes for His protection over our vehicles and those around us. We need to thank Him for the beauty of His creation, the fall colors, the beauty of snow on the ground, the splendor of the mountains, and the vastness of the ocean. We deserve nothing but condemnation and hell. But thankfully, we have a Savior who loves us more than we can know, and who sacrficed His perfect self that we might have eternal life with Him and His father in Paradise. Thanksgiving Day is a day to remember these blessings--these gifts. To remember that our God is the Lord our God, who brought us "out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of bondage." He is the one to whom we must live up our voices and sing praises this Thanksgiving. So let us. Let us sing praises. For He is our God, a great God, and the King above all Gods. Give Him thanks for His everlasting mercies and blessings upon us. Current Mood:  thankful | | Wednesday, November 23rd, 2005 | | 12:44 pm |
Pastor House is at it again...
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Hunting Successes
I envy the comaraderie of hunters. I can vicariously sense the thrill of getting the gear packed for the hunt, sitting in the tree or blind watching for the game, bagging the trophy animal, and even more than that, sitting around the fire with the other hunters slugging hot coffee and eating stew and recounting the kill. I love hunting so much that I rank William Faulkner's novella The Bear as one of my favorite books. I seeth at the gun control fanatics and even more so at the animal rights goofs for their opposition to this most basic, most manly, most American, most Southern of...not pastimes...but quests.
With all this adoration of hunting, I just don't personally have any interest or liking or attraction to actually going hunting. I don't like getting up early; I don't like sitting in trees; I don't like being quiet and still in freezing weather; I don't really want to kill an animal; I surely don't want to have to field dress an animal; and I don't want to be mistaken for game and end up being shot and field dressed before the mistake is discovered. I do miss the fellowship around the campfire, but can easily get over that by propping up on the couch with a book.
So, I confine my hunting to one particular kind--book hunting. The internet has both made this hunt much more successful and much less exciting. It is akin to going to those game reserves where the deer are fed in range of the hunters. Nevertheless, many an out-of-print book has been found over the net. Used books and discounted books are now quite easily acquired. There is still the excitement of waiting for the sight of the postman or UPS man delivering the trophy into my hands.
The big book store chains are also fun to visit, but the finds are too numerous and the prices too much limit the results.
All of this leads up to some recent great finds. I love estate sales. For the book hunter, these are grand hunts. In recent months, I have found some wonderful selections at such sales. Sometimes you come across the estate of one who was a great collector and reader. Coming away from those kinds of sales resembles Theodore Roosevelt's safaris in terms of the massive amount of gain. One of my favorite cases concerns a Saturday when my wife, Stephanie, and I were looking around at a sale in its final hours when the prices were cut in half. Stephanie found a beautiful large mirror, but more important, in the midst of a poor selection of books--mainly on playing bridge--I found a nice older hardback edition (maybe a first edition) of C.S. Lewis' Surprised By Joy. I think I paid a grand total of 50 cents for that prize. Almost as much fun as finding the book was seeing my students and friends cringe with envy over my hunting trophy.
I have wanted to get the books of Ann Coulter, but have refused to buy them new. I picked up a really nice copy of Slander for just a dollar at an estate sale recently. At another sale, for a few dollars, I picked up a fat volume containing religious quotes and another book of selections by great Christian writers, such as J. Gresham Machen.
This past weekend, I scored one of my great coups. Here is how the hunt began: My son, Nicholas, and I headed out on the trail of an estate sale. Fighting heavy traffic, we came to a sign pointing to the sale. Not much was there; nothing I had to have. (Most people have few books and even fewer that I want.) I thought we would return home empty-handed. But something of the hunter's instinct reared up in my blood. "We must press on," I told Nicholas. Driving on down the road we came to the second estate sale, which was the one I intended to go to originally. So I had followed a false lead--a red herring of a sort! This second house was a veritable labyrinth of rooms filled with furniture, glassware, and other items. I picked up a set of milkglass plates for my wife. (The good hunters always brings something home to the wife to either woo or appease her.) As I started out, Nicholas came to me and said, "There is a room full of books back here." (He is developing a good nose for books.) I went into the room and started scanning the shelves: Not really anything there I wanted. I glanced down and saw a set of encyclopedias--no interest in such. But lo...I glanced again and saw a flash of movement--a great classic was in the bush. But more! I looked closely and saw that it was a box filled with the Brittanica Great Books Series. I reached down and snatched the price tag to secure the find. Then I noticed that the collection consisted of two over-filled boxes--a complete set of the 54 books. AND, most of the books had never been opened--the plastic wrap was still on the books. (Do I deserve my own hunting show or what?) Nick and I raced to the tent outside to pay for the books. Having bagged our game, I loaded it into the car headed home. I kept thinking I needed a picture of me in my book hunting gear with the newly acquired set.
Before this, I had a random selection of about 30 or more older and worn volumes out of that set. I never expected to find all the missing volumes. Now I have the whole set and it is in mint condition. And I cannot reveal how good a deal I got, lest you fellow hunters stumble.
Now in the course of a year, I have acquired the 38 volume Church Fathers set and the 54 volume Great Books Set. If I ever have to go to a desert island with only 2,163 books, both of these sets will be there with me.
posted by Ben | | Monday, November 14th, 2005 | | 4:40 pm |
I'm old now... almost...
I'm 19 today...
One more year of teen-ness... Tell me, is that old... and is it reason to rejoice? or mourn? | | Thursday, November 10th, 2005 | | 4:16 pm |
He said it:
This is from Dr. Leithart's blog today:
Jules Michelet said: "Coffee, the sober drink, the mighty nourishment of the brain, which unlike other spirits, heightens purity and lucidity; coffee, which clears the clouds of the imagination and their gloomy weight; which illuminates the reality of things suddenly with the flash of truth."
True, is it not? | | Monday, November 7th, 2005 | | 4:48 pm |
"I lost it..." No, not the Kenny Chesney song... but I almost lost it when I couldn't go back home to our church's annual Pineywoods Retreat this past weekend. Members of all of the CREC churches in Texas normally show up (from Hockley, San Antonio, Weatherford, and of course, Nacogdoches). It has always been one of the highlights of the fall for me, but this year, being in Idaho kind of prevents me from making an appearance. Soo sad... so sad... "Seven Brides for Seven Brothers..." On Saturday I went and saw Logos School's production of Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. It was probably one of the best plays I've ever seen done, and I don't doubt everyone here when they say that it was best Logos has ever done. All of the actors and actresses did a tremendous job, and it was great seeing everyone I know (or have met up here) acting in the roles that they had. Heather Hagen, Danny Ryan and Samuel Dickison and J.T. Grauke (all of the band EdwardBugg (www.edwardbugg.com)), Christian and Sheffield Leithart, and Dane Wilson. They all did fantastic jobs. Congratulations guys! Pictures can be found here: http://www.foucachon.com/logos/. Make sure to look at the video clips at the bottom of the page. "The NBA Season has begun..." And the Spurs are 2-1. Go Spurs Go!! Finley and Van Excel will do a great job this year, I think. And Parker has started off well... and Duncan... well... he's had 3 double-doubles in 3 games. Now if only they hadn't lost to the Mavs... "I'm dreaming... of a white...winter?" It's getting cold here... at least... cold-er. And we've had a couple snow flurries... I'm looking forward to snow on the ground though. That'll be waaay new to me. But hopefully a good new experience. "Logic Anyone???" Cuz I've got LOOAADDSS of it to do this week... and with that... I'll leave you all... Cheerio kids... "You don't even know if he's Presbyterian!" (one of the best lines of the play... listen to the whole audio clip... ) | | Saturday, November 5th, 2005 | | 9:59 am |
 | You scored as James Bond, Agent 007. James Bond is MI6's best agent, a suave, sophisticated super spy with charm, cunning, and a license's to kill. He doesn't care about rules or regulations and somewhat amoral. He does care about saving humanity though, as well as the beautiful women who fill his world. Bond has expensive tastes, a wide knowledge of many subjects, and his usually armed with a clever gadget and an appropriate one-liner.
James Bond, Agent 007 | | 67% | Maximus | | 67% | Indiana Jones | | 63% | William Wallace | | 58% | Lara Croft | | 58% | Batman, the Dark Knight | | 58% | El Zorro | | 50% | The Amazing Spider-Man | | 50% | Neo, the "One" | | 46% | The Terminator | | 46% | Captain Jack Sparrow | | 42% | </td>
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Oh, and while I'm at it... here's *my* meme... "If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, either good or bad." | | Monday, October 31st, 2005 | | 8:31 pm |
Numa-Numa... Dane Wilson style... This is Dane at his best... oh, and Dane is Dr. Wilson's son. Dr Wilson as in my Natural Philosophy teacher. http://www.nsa.foucachon.com/dane.wmv Enjoy. Current Mood: amused | | Monday, October 17th, 2005 | | 9:49 pm |
Isn't this beautiful?? We have to read Turretin for Lordship this term. Institutes of Elenctic Theology. I was hoping to stay awake through it, and look what I find: "I say that we ought first to mark reconciliation and communion with God because He cannot be called our except as appeased; and from an angry judge is made a merciful Father who not only diegns liberally to bestow His goods upon us, but gives Himself to us that we may be able afterwards to glory in Him as our God and portion. He gives Himself to us as a husband who betrothed us unto Himself in eternal mercies; as a father who adopts us into his family; as a ruler and king who selects us for his chosen people, with whom he makes an offensive and defensive covenant that he may protect us with his shield against the assaults of all our enemies. God so gives Himself to us as to be ours as to all the attributes ( conducing to our advantage and salvation). They are well said to be ours by fruition and use because of their salutary effects flow unto us. Ours is the wisdom of God for direction; the power of God for protection; the mercy of God for the remission of sins; the grace of God for sanctification and consolation; the justice of God for the punishment of enemies; the faithfulness of God for the execution of promises; the sufficiency of God for the communication ofo all manner of happiness." Now that's beautiful writing. And so I'm not sleeping through Turretin. I'm looking for the golden nuggets like that. And there's a few of them. Cheerio folks, hope all is well with you all, cuz it's fine and dandy here. Current Mood: contentCurrent Music: 3 Doors Down -- Kryptonite | | Tuesday, September 27th, 2005 | | 4:34 pm |
Katy's meme
Katy (mylordkate) is making me think, darn it all. It's not like I don't have enough to think about. :) Her last post asked this:
"If you had to have one word to sum up your heart's desire (other than Christ, because we would hope that would be presupposition), what would it be?"
I responded that I would choose love. In all its forms. By this I'm referring to love of God, love of truth, love of all good things, love (at some point) in marriage, love of music, beauty, and the Word of God. Love or lack of it is expressed in every part of our lives, and that's why I think that "love" sums up my heart's desires more than anything else.
True love is everything. |
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