Deuteronomistic History

 It is 5:19 PM Saturday afternoon here in West Michigan. Outside this evening it is sunny and not too cold. It has been predicted to snow tomorrow, November is the 1st..

I got up this morning around 6:30 AM. I got up made a fresh pot of coffee and then messed with our main computer. After messing with our main computer I ate breakfast and then wrote in my paper diary. I read again this morning some of Anthony Burgess Sermons on Chapter 17 of The Gospel of John. I also filmed a video this morning for my Youtube channel. I mainly showed folks in this video the used books I found last week at local thrift stores (like Goodwill, Salvation Army, Bibles For Mexico, & Ditto’s).

Late this morning since it was so nice out I decided to go fill up our old Dodge van with gas and then visit a thrift store called Ditto’s I had not checked out this week for used books. At Ditto’s I found only one used book to add to our library, the book is titled, ‘The Ordeal Of Elizabeth Marsh: A Woman In World History’ biography by Linda Colley. After Ditto’s I visited our downtown bookstore called Reader’s World to look around since I going right by the store. (Tomorrow morning I have to pick up a stack of Sunday newspaper’s for Carol at Reader’s World). I looked around at Reader’s World did not see anything. Next I decided to stop at our library to see what used books they had for sale (due to COVID-19 the library used books store The Book Nook has been closed since March 2020), the library only has for sale a few used books/withdraws from their system/due to the plague the library does not take any longer accept book donations. I found one used book at the library to buy which was titled, ‘Crucible of War: The Seven Years’ War and the Fate of Empire in British North America, 1754-1766′ by Fred Anderson.

I arrived home from my running around at 12:05 PM turned on our TV to watch college football and ate left over pizza for lunch. I will close now to drift. Carol did called this afternoon, her and the grandkids were planning to decorate cookies.

be not a gnostic

It is 12:51 PM Friday afternoon here where we live out our allotted days. It is 42 degrees today and ugly gray. It is predicted to snow this weekend. Winter is once again upon us.

I got up this morning around 6:45 AM. I got up made a fresh pot of coffee and messed with our main computer. After messing with our main computer I ate breakfast and then wrote in my paper diary. After writing in my diary I read from a book titled, ‘Christ’s Prayer Before His Passion-Expository Sermons on John 17’ Volume 1 by Anthony Burgess. As I was reading these sermons soaked in 17th century English Puritan Spirituality I started falling asleep, so I quit reading and dozed in my easy chair till 11 o’clock AM. I woke myself around 11 o’clock AM and decided to go buy myself a take home pizza for lunch. So I left to get a pizza and while out I visited two local thrift stores to look at their used books. I bought these used books today for our library-

‘In America’ A Novel by Susan Sontag

‘Vedic Mathematics’ by Jagadguru Swami Sri

‘The Third Reich’ A Novel by Roberto Bolano Translated From The Spanish By Natasha Wimmer

‘The True Story of Hansel and Gretel’ A Novel by Louise Murphy

‘Tess of the D’Urbervilles’ A Novel by Thomas Hardy

‘The Vorrh’ Fantasy Fiction by B. Catling

‘The Outer Lands: A Natural History Guide to Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard, Nantucket, Block Island, and Long Island’ by Dorothy Sterling illustrated by Winifed Lubell

When I got home it was a little past Noon. I ate pizza and then wrote some more of my paper diary. Now I am writing in my online diaries. Existence keeps decaying. Since I am falling asleep I will close to drift and wait for my wife to call me from out West in Denver CO.

those that serve God ought to be full of fervency and zeal

It is 12:03 PM Thursday afternoon here in West Michigan. It is 44 degrees and gray outside, plain ugly weather.

I got up this morning around 6:45 AM. I got up made a pot of coffee and messed with our main computer. After messing with our main computer I wrote in my paper diary and ate something for a morning meal. Next I read for awhile sermons on Chapter 17 by Anthony Burgess. I got tired of reading so I dozed to 10 o’clock AM. I woke myself up and made a decision to leave the house to visit thrift stores Northside in search of used books to add to our library. I found these used books this morning-

‘Mary Todd Lincoln: A Biography’ by Jean H. Baker

‘Washington’ An abridgment in one volumes By Richard Harwell of the seven volume George Washington By Douglas Southall Freeman

‘Collected Stories of William Faulkner’

‘The Infatuations’ A Novel by Javier Marias

‘France: The Tragic Years-An Eyewitness Account Of War, Occupation And Liberation’ by Sisley Huddleston

‘The Whole of Their Lives: Communism in America-A Personal History and Intimate Portrayal of its Leaders’ by Benjamin Gitlow With a Foreword by Max Eastman

‘Back To Blood’ A Novel by Tom Wolfe

‘Shark’ A Novel by Will Self

‘The Wives Of Henry VIII’ biography by Antonia Fraser

‘Rabbit Is Rich’ A Novel by John Updike

These are used books I found this morning at thrift stores. I came home ate lunch and got a phone call from Carol. So has gone by Time thus far. All can do is keep going and praying for a miracle.

a heavenly frame of mind

It is 1:14 PM Wednesday afternoon in the flow of existence. Here in West Michigan it is a cold, windy, sunny day. It is good to see the sun after a spell of long dark rainy days.

I got up this morning around 6:40 AM. I got up made a pot of coffee and ate a bowl of cereal for breakfast. After breakfast I messed with our computer and then wrote in my paper diary. Next after writing in my paper diary I read Anthony Burgess Sermons on Chapter 17 of The Gospel of John.

I also read this morning a couple of chapters of The First Book of Samuel in the Bible/Old Testament. Now we are in the afternoon hours. I am still not able to focus on anything. I am exhausted mentally and spiritually.

Last night I do not remember presently. I think last night I basically sat and waited to go to bed at 11 o’clock PM. Carol did call me around 9:40 PM. All I attempted to read last night was from a book titled, ‘Writing Politics: An Anthology’ Edited By David Bromwich.

Well I suppose I will close to feel sick and exhausted. Tomorrow is a Thursday in the death flow.

the philosophical misuse of language

It is in the flow of existence 3:55 PM late Tuesday morning. It has been a cold rainy gray day. Hope tomorrow is a dry day.

I got up this morning around 6:45 AM. I took in our old van for an oil change this morning. While waiting for the oil change to be done I sat in a lounge and read some more of a novel titled, ‘When Nietzsche Wept’ A Novel Of Obsession by Irvin D. Yalom.

When I got home from getting our van’s oil changed I wrote in my paper diary and filmed a video for my Youtube channel. I really have done nothing much all day. I wrote several pages in my paper diary and read, ‘When Nietzsche Wept’ A Novel Of Obsession by Irvin D. Yalom.

I am waiting for Carol to call me from out West.

Last night I do not remember right now. I suppose I will close to wait it out.

oil change

It is 12:38 PM Monday afternoon here in West Michigan. It is a cold gray rainy day. It is cold dismal weather. I have spent the morning and now afternoon sleeping. It is too cold and gray to stay awake. Plus last night I could not fall asleep. I think I finally fell asleep around 1:30 AM. I had to be up early this morning to take in our car in for an oil change.

When I got home from getting the car serviced I immediately sat in my living room chair and closed my eyes drift. I woke myself up around 12:30 PM to eat something and now I am writing in my online diaries. Earlier today I wrote in my paper diary, while I was writing I fell asleep.

Due to exhaustion today I have read practically nothing. Well, I did read a little this morning while waiting at the automobile repair shop from a book titled, ‘Writing Politics: An Anthology’ Edited By David Bromwich.

Last night I ate dinner down the street with our oldest son and his family. I was home around 7 o’clock PM and watched professional football till 11:30 PM. I tried going to bed but could not fall asleep, finally sometime during early morning hours I fell asleep. I should right now go back to bed and sleep. I mainly read last night from these two novels, ‘Mailman’ A Novel By J. Robert Lennon and ‘The Yips’ A Novel by Nicola Barker.

Carol did call me last night around 9:35 PM and we talked till 10:45 PM. I sure miss my wife! It gets lonely here without Carol.

Well, since I feel so wasted and cold I will close for the day to feel awful.

bite the tongue with madness

It is 2:23 PM Sunday afternoon here in West Michigan. It has been a cold gray cloudy day. A kind of day to sleep in a dark warm room.

I was watching professional football but could not stay awake so I decided to write first in my paper diary and now in my online diaries. After I write here I plan to sit and doze. Late this afternoon I will go down our street to have dinner with our oldest son and his family.

Carol has not called me today so I do know what is going on out West today.

I got up this morning around 6:30 AM. I got up made a fresh pot of coffee and then messed with our main computer. Next I cooked myself breakfast and then read most of the morning from a book titled, ‘Christ’s Prayer Before His Passion-Expository Sermons on John 17’ Volume 1 by Anthony Burgess. At Noontime I put away what I had been reading and turned on the TV to watch football. While watching football I have been reading, ‘Mailman’ A Novel by J. Robert Lennon.

Last night I messed with our main computer and read, ‘Mailman’ A Novel by J. Robert Lennon.

Yesterday late afternoon I went grocery shopping and on the way home I stopped at a thrift store to look at their used books and found these used books for our library-

‘Angelica’s Smile’ (An Inspector Montalbano Mystery) by Andrea Camilleri Translated By Stephen Sartarelli

‘Good As Gold’ A Novel by Joseph Heller

‘The Price Of Admiralty: The Evolution Of Naval Warfare’ by John Keegan

‘Bones of the Master: A Journey To Secret Mongolia’ Travel Memoir by George Crane

‘Of Kennedys & Kings: Making Sense of the Sixties’ American History by Harris Wofford

So existence crawls by. I do not know why I feel so tired lately. I go to bed my usual time and wake up my usual time. But all I want to do is sleep. Also I can not focus on anything. Weird. Well I will close to feel lifeless.

eternal death

It is 10:39 AM Saturday morning here in West Michigan. It is a cold sunny morning presently, do not know if the sun will shine later on.

I got up this morning around 6:03 AM. I got up made a fresh pot of coffee and then messed with our main computer. After messing with our main computer I wrote in my paper diary and have been reading this morning from a book titled, ‘Christ’s Prayer Before His Passion: Expository Sermons on John 17’ Volume 1 by Anthony Burgess. So the morning goes by. Not much else has happened this morning. Still waiting for my wife to call me from out West.

This afternoon I will watch college football and read. It should be another quiet day around here. Last night I read and went to bed around 11:13 PM.

Well I will close to read The Book of Judges/Old Testament/Bible.

“And 1. That is in the deprivation of God, and an utter departure from him,* and this privative part of eternal death is the great aggravation of it; At the day of judgement, that dreadful doom runneth thus, Depart from me, Mat. 25.* 41. That is worse then the eternal fire they are cast into, you have heard that God was the fountain of all good, every creatures goodnesse is but a stream from that Fountain; At thy right hand (said David, Psa. 16.11.) are rivers of pleasure for evermore; So that this eternal death takes thee from the light of his countenance; Thou art never to be admitted in his presence, and when God departs, all comfort, all hope departs with him: Oh that wicked men would lay this to heart, you that now bid God depart from you, you will have none of his knowledge, none of his commands, God will requite you in your own kinde, he will then command you to depart from him: Were it not that Athiesm and unbelief did reign in your hearts, this truth would make your ears to tingle, and your heart to tremble, while you hear it: Was it not death to Absalom to be kept from his Fathers presence? Why do ye not kill me, saith he to Joab, rather then let it be alwaies thus, yet he was but an earth∣ly Father, he could not give peace and joy to the consciences of men, but this heavenly Father is a Father of spirits, whom he bids Depart from him, all ter∣rour and horrour immediatly seizeth on that man; There is no quietnesse in his bones, Michah had lost but an Idol-God, Judg. 18. and he wringeth his hand, and crieth out bitterly; Oh but what roarings and yellings when we shall have lost the true God and his favour for ever.” Anthony Burgess Sermon 12

teach us to number our days

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[1] LORD, thou hast been our dwelling place in all generations.
[2] Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever thou hadst formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, thou art God.
[3] Thou turnest man to destruction; and sayest, Return, ye children of men.
[4] For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night.
[5] Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which groweth up.
[6] In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; in the evening it is cut down, and withereth.
[7] For we are consumed by thine anger, and by thy wrath are we troubled.
[8] Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, our secret sins in the light of thy countenance.
[9] For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told.
[10] The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.
[11] Who knoweth the power of thine anger? even according to thy fear, so is thy wrath.
[12] So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.
[13] Return, O LORD, how long? and let it repent thee concerning thy servants.
[14] O satisfy us early with thy mercy; that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.
[15] Make us glad according to the days wherein thou hast afflicted us, and the years wherein we have seen evil.
[16] Let thy work appear unto thy servants, and thy glory unto their children.
[17] And let the beauty of the LORD our God be upon us: and establish thou the work of our hands upon us; yea, the work of our hands establish thou it.

the faith of God’s elect

It is 12:46 PM Friday afternoon here in rain soaked West Michigan. We are under flash flood warnings. We might have to flee to higher ground.

I got up this morning around 6 o’clock AM. I got up and made a fresh pot of coffee and then I messed with our main computer. Colorado is on fire right now. Our daughter’s family live in Colorado, they can smell the forest fire there in Denver. People are fleeing the Rocky Mountain National Park. Everything is burning and no one really cares. We are all going to Hell.

I spent the morning writing in my paper diary and reading 17th century English Puritan Spirituality. I have been waiting all morning and now the afternoon hours for a phone call from Carol who is out West. Carol did call me yesterday afternoon to tell me Bethany had given birth to Norah Jeanne and all was OK as far as she knew. Beth was to bring Norah home today.

There is not much else to write. I am spending my days laying low as the COVID-19 plague rages across America.