Sunday, October 12, 2008

"When I was a man, I put childish ways behind me..."


Happy Sunday! Remember what it was like before you put your 'childish ways behind' you? Be a kid this Sunday........ take the leap!! There are Autumn leaves to crunch under your feet and fields to walk in ....... skip the politics for a day....skip down your street!

z

34 comments:

MK said...

Alright, the leaves are going get it, but as for the skipping, i'd better pass on that, start some nasty rumors in the town. ;)

Anonymous said...

Ok, I'm with you, for at leat one day ..today being Sunday lets not think about the economy or the campaign or the stock market or the market. Think about
the leaves falling and the trees turning colors and the sun shinning. For a day, anyway. Have a great weekend.

The Merry Widow said...

We ALL need a day off, we don't have any yellow ad red leaves(just a few yellow and brown palm fronds), but it sounds good!
Now if the weather would cool down...it's still HOT here!
Good morning, G*D bless and Maranatha!

tmw
How's 'bout I sit on my front porch?

Pasadena Closet Conservative said...

That's the best advice I've gotten all week!

Anonymous said...

Good Morning to you all . It's a Beautiful Day! Here I am once again at the computer early on a Sunday morning. ...
Who's got the Coffee?

Salubrina said...

I think i'll go for a walk outside now
the autumn sun's callin my name
(i hear ya now)
i just can't stay inside all day
i gotta get out get me some of those rays
everybody's smilin
sunshine day
everybody's laughin
sunshine day
everybody seems so happy today
it's a sunshine day

I think I'll go for a walk out side now
the autumn sun knows me by name
he's callin me
I gotta get out, gotta get out, gotta get away
I gotta get away, get away, get away, get away
Into the sunshine day....

Cant you dig the sunshine
Love and sun are the same
Cant you hear him callin your name?

Oh, I think I'll take a walk everyday now
the autumn sun has show the way to be happy now
I just can't stay inside all day
I gotta get out get me some of those rays
everybody's smilin
sunshine day
everybody's laughin
sunshine day
everybody seems so happy today
it's a sunshine day

Cant you dig the sunshine
Love and sun are the same
Cant you hear him callin your name?

I think i'll go for a walk outside now
the autumn sun's callin my name
I just cant stay inside all day
I gotta get out get me some of those rays
everybody's smilin
sunshine day
everybody's laughin
sunshine day
everybody seems so happy today
it's a sunshine day

everybody's smilin
sunshine day
everybody's laughin
sunshine day
everybody seems so happy today

The Brady Bunch were on to somethin'.

Granny Annie said...

Our 10 acres are mostly rocks, so jumping in leaves could prove disastrous.

Our minister said he didn't trust anyone who smiled all the time:-)

And, as far as skipping goes, I broke my little toe day before yesterday, so it hurts just to think about skipping.

As far as taking a break from the election for a day -- we ought to take a break until November 4th. All the negative stuff hurts worse than my toe.

Does anyone remember that Thanksgiving is right around the corner?

Anonymous said...

Rejoice ye pure in heart;
Rejoice, give thanks, and sing;
Your festal banner wave on high,
The cross of Christ your King.


Rejoice! Rejoice!
Rejoice give thanks, and sing.


Bright youth and snow crowned age,
Strong men and maidens meek,
Raise high your free, exultant song,
God’s wondrous praises speak.


Rejoice! Rejoice!
Rejoice give thanks, and sing.


Yes onward, onward still
With hymn, and chant and song,
Through gate, and porch and columned aisle,
The hallowed pathways throng.


Rejoice! Rejoice!
Rejoice give thanks, and sing.


With all the angel choirs,
With all the saints of earth,
Pour out the strains of joy and bliss,
True rapture, noblest mirth.


Rejoice! Rejoice!
Rejoice give thanks, and sing.


Your clear hosannas raise;
And alleluias loud;
Whilst answering echoes upward float,
Like wreaths of incense cloud.


Rejoice! Rejoice!
Rejoice give thanks, and sing.


With voice as full and strong
As ocean’s surging praise,
Send forth the hymns our fathers loved,
The psalms of ancient days.


Rejoice! Rejoice!
Rejoice give thanks, and sing.


Yes, on through life’s long path,
Still chanting as ye go;
From youth to age, by night and day,
In gladness and in woe.


Rejoice! Rejoice!
Rejoice give thanks, and sing.


Still lift your standard high,
Still march in firm array,
As warriors through the darkness toil,
Till dawns the golden day.


Rejoice! Rejoice!
Rejoice give thanks, and sing.


At last the march shall end;
The wearied ones shall rest;
The pilgrims find their heavenly home,
Jerusalem the blest.


Rejoice! Rejoice!
Rejoice give thanks, and sing.


Then on, ye pure in heart!
Rejoice, give thanks and sing!
Your glorious banner wave on high,
The cross of Christ your King.


Rejoice! Rejoice!
Rejoice give thanks, and sing.


Praise Him Who reigns on high,
The Lord Whom we adore,
The Father, Son and Holy Ghost,
One God forevermore.


Rejoice! Rejoice!
Rejoice give thanks, and sing.

Words: Plumptre (19th century)

Tune: Marion


-J.J.J. Schmidt

Chuck said...

I'm taking a different tack. I'm going out and cutting the leaves down. I have some trees I ahve to cut down. Good day for it here though.

Anonymous said...

What a wonderful sentiment! Good morning to all the fine people here at Geeez and let's play (or watch) some football!

Morgan

Papa Frank said...

The Frank clan is taking the day off. For Mama Frank's birthday last month she asked for tickets to see the traveling Broadway show of The Lion King. The show is today so we will be acting like kids (with our kids) all day. Happy day to you Z!!!

Always On Watch said...

I got to spend some time outside yesterday and plan to do the same today. The weather here is just too gorgeous to stay inside.

The Merry Widow said...

We have a breeze and cloud cover now, IT'S BEAUTIFUL!
Since I am recovering from a sins infection, I'm home from church, but my 2 and my sometime son all went!
Bummer though, some good neighbors are moving at the end of the month...that makes me sad.

tmw

The Merry Widow said...

And that's a SINUS infection, not a sins one! ROTFLOL!

tmw

Z said...

Good morning to you all!

TMW, ROFLMAO is right!! YOU recovering from a SINS INFECTION cracked me UP!

Elmers Brother said...

Oh I love and NEED these Sunday posts of your Z! thanks.

It's beautiful here in the desert, high 60's to low 70's. It's gorgeous and wonderful to be outside.

I think I'll play a little guitar and watch some football today.

I really like you.

Z said...

SO glad you enjoy my Sunday posts!, Elbro! I love putting them together.

Have a terrific day..TAPE some of that guitar for your site and ...

me, too!

da patriot said...

I often quote 1Cor.13:11, (which you referenced in your title), when I am asked why it is that I am no longer a socialist. I also like to quote Churchill, “If a man is not a socialist by the time he is 20, he has no heart. If a man remains a socialist by the time he is 30, he has no brain.”

Anonymous said...

Not a bad recommendation. Everybody needs peace of mind, if only for a little while.

Layla said...

Have a wonderfully blessed Sunday Z!

CJ said...

Here on the high desert after a looooong hot summer we finally got a cold snap. Down to 24 last night. I think I'll just sit here with hot coffee in hand and watch the leaves turn outside my window.

Jungle Mom said...

My only problem with this is...it's SPRING here in Paraguay!!

Anonymous said...

When I was a kid, I lived on my roller skates with my skate key hung around my neck. No helmets or pads, just the freedom of rolling downhill with the wind blowing through my hair.

When I was a kid, we fashioned our own scooters from a wooden apple crate and a board with two halves of an old roller skate nailed on the bottom for wheels. A smaller piece of wood for handlebars and decorated with bottle caps.

When I was a kid, we made our own friends. There were no play dates, our Moms and Dads didn't attend birthday parties with us, and we usually settled our own fights.

We weren't signed up for organized sports. We played sandlot baseball, handball against the garage door, cowboys and indians, and in the summer went to the park for a swim in the public plunge.

We caught butterflies in a net fashioned by our Mom with a wire coathanger and a piece of netting, and our dad made us homemade kites.

Our parents would stand outside and call us to come in, at dusk. If they had to call us more than twice, we were in trouble.

When I was a kid we weren't burdened by adult problems. We were allowed to be kids, and were expected to honor our parents and follow their rules.

If I could give today's children one gift, it would be what we had when I was a kid. Freedom to be children.

Thanks Z, for jogging good memories, and this moment of gratitude for what is sometimes taken for granted. While I have long since abandoned that little girl, she still lives in here somewhere.

God bless the children, and God bless Mom and Dad.

Pris

Z said...

Beautiful, Pris.

Yes, and as you experienced, when Mom or Dad called us into dinner and we didn't come right away, Mom and Dad didn't have to think a pedophile had taken us off to rape and kill. We just got in trouble because we didn't respond right away. Bliss!

What a terrible statement about the times, huh?

Anonymous said...

Thanks Z, yes, and for too many children no one's home.

Pris

The Merry Widow said...

Playing hide and seek until after dark in the summer, and catching fireflies.
Riding a bike without a helmet, and sliding downhill in your dress coming home from school, getting road rash and not being in trouble, just a dose of Bactine and get on with your life.
Not running to the doctor for every sniffle or sore throat. And being stronger because of it.
Getting snow down your boots and caked in your mittens, and nobody worrying about pneumonia.
Climbing trees, sledding, running around and the only no-no, don't run into the road.
Defiitely better days...

tmw

Z said...

Much better days, TMW...makes you teary, doesn't it?

David Wyatt said...

Yes, sounds like great days.

BUT, in Christ we have eternal life! The early believers lived in moral squalor easily as bad as ours & they still could say things like "Rejoice in the Lord always: and again I say, Rejoice." (Phil.4:4) Written from the Mamertine dungeon in Rome by Paul knowing his life earthly life was about to be ended. Only in Christ doe we have such hope! If only i had it to that degree, but praise the Lord, He's still working on us! May the Lord bless you all richly today in Christ!

The WordSmith from Nantucket said...

Be a kid this Sunday

Hah! I saw 2 boys at Bob's Market this early evening. They were chanting "Obama" and both sported Obama t-shirts.

They seemed a bit pumped, like they just returned from a rally.

Anonymous said...

"Rejoice in the Lord alway, and again I say rejoice. Be careful for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with Thanksgiving let your requests be known unto God.

"And the peace of God which passeth all understanding shall keep your hearts and minds through Jesus Christ, Our Lord."


J.J.J. Schmidt

Pat Jenkins said...

z i am sorry but i can't skip. this old man will hurt himself!!

Ducky's here said...

Can't say I got too childish. Went to a piano concert. All Beethoven and I don't think I had ever heard the pain in the silences of the Adagio of the Hammerklavier quite soo intensely.

Partially the pianist and partially knowing we haven't quite hit the low we need for a rebirth of the nation.

Z said...

Don't worry, Ducky.
With Obama as president, this nation will go down as far as it can and then we Republicans will come in and fix the mess.

I am glad you enjoyed the Beethoven. You haven't lived until you've gone into a 700 yr old church in Paris and listened to a piano concert, free, all afternoon....talk about acoustics! just wonderful.

Anonymous said...

Ducky,

Please tell us more about your understanding of Beethoven's Opus 106, more popularly known as "The Hammerklavier Sonata." It is regarded by most concert pianists as downright repellent to average music lovers and even inveterate concertgoers --- not an audience piece.

That, of course, is not because there is anything wrong with the opus. It only indicates a lack of depth, intellectual curiosity and spiritual maturity in most audiences.

You are correct in hearing pain in the slow movement, but there is tremendous power, ingenuity, courage, fury as well in the whole.

The quiet chorale that interrupts the thunderbolts, desperate striving and "confused alarums of struggle and flight" that make up the bulk of the fugue is a perfect evocation of "the still small voice of God" - a point of serenity and perfect oneness with the Holy Spirit. When the fierce energy of the fugue returns, it progresses in a more positive direction. The piece ends on a note of triumph achieved through courage, resolve and faith.

I'd be interested to learn whose performance moved you to such an extent? Mere expert pianism does nothing to bring the meaning of this challenging to an audience; it takes much more.

I'm glad you appreciate Opus 106. I hope you realize, however, that Beethoven was anything but a socialist. He was, if anything, the Ultimate Rugged Individualist. ;-)


J.J.J. Schmidt