Monthly Archives: October 2021

death is coming and God will not be mocked; as you sow, so you will reap

It is a cold cloudy gray Sunday late morning here in West Michigan. It is the last day of October 2021. Tomorrow will be in the month of November 2021 and we are expecting this week our first snow fall.

I got up this morning around 6:45 AM, but did not come upstairs till 7 o’clock AM. Carol was reading her Bible when I came upstairs to face the day the Lord has made and I will rejoice in it. Each day we have to pray no matter how we feel inside. We have to take one day at a time and pray for grace and strength to stand and not fall. I made a pot of oatmeal for breakfast for Carol and I. I find oatmeal easy to make and I like something hot to eat in the morning when there is frost on the ground. There are hard days ahead and we need to eat solid food so we do not faint in the midst of the battle.

After Carol and I ate we talked and then Carol read from a devotional book titled. ‘New Morning Mercies’ by Paul Tripp (this is Carol’s favorite book, because it is practical). After we read Tripp we prayed and then Carol got ready to go to church.

Carol left for church around 8:27 AM and I spent the morning writing in my paper diary and reading from a volume titled, ‘Collected Sermons of James Durham-61 Sermons’ by James Durham. I had been reading these sermons by Durham back in June 2021 and decided to read some more of Durham’s series of sermons titled, ‘The Blessedness Of The Death of Those That Die In The Lord’ Seven Sermons on Rev. 14:13 “Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord.”

There is not much else going on this morning. Carol has to clean up after church so she won’t be home till 12:30 PM maybe later.

Last night Carol went to bed early and I read late into the night from a crime novel titled, ‘March Violets’ by Philip Kerr.

Well I will close since I am tired. Tomorrow it will be November 1, 2021.

I just remembered I had to take Ollie this morning for a walk. Our oldies Caleb son and his family come home today and will pick up Ollie this evening (Caleb, his wife and two daughters Josie and Cora along with their dog Ollie live down the street from Ma and Pa).


once heavenly joys are tasted, base things are despised

I am down in the lower level writing on my lap top which is a gamble because I could lose any second what I am writing here. The WiFi goes in and out down here and in second all these typed words could disappear. I am down here to escape noise. I have been writing in my paper diary and reading for devotions from a book titled, ‘The Life Of Jesus Christ’ Part Two Volume 1, Chapters 1-57 by Ludolph of Saxony Translated By Milton T. Walsh.

I got up this morning from a state of sleep around 7 o’clock AM. I came upstairs around 7:20 AM to find my wife cooking herself breakfast. I toasted myself two frozen waffles for breakfast along with three sausages (sometimes I groan inwardly reading my boring diary, but life is not always one big thrill ride). I am just writing the life of an average white American middle-class old man. I am thankful I am an American and White. I do not feel guilty that I am a Christian white male born in America. I am who I am by the sovereign will of my heavenly Father. God the Father created me to be one of God’s Elect (the election of grace) white male born in the United States of America. Carol and I are very thankful for all of God’s mercies lavished on us In Christ Jesus.

After Carol and I had breakfast we had devotions and prayed. As Christians we are called to a life of thanksgiving.

Carol left this morning to do errands and I took Ollie our oldest son’s dog for his morning walk. When I got back from walking the dog I wrote in my paper diary and read from the book, ‘The Life Of Jesus Christ’ Part Two Volume 1, Chapters 1-57 by Ludolph of Saxony Translated By Milton T. Walsh.

At Noon Carol and I will watched on TV the Michigan & Michigan College football game. The day will go by.

Last night I mainly read from these two books before going to bed-

‘March Violets’ Crime Fiction by Philip Kerr

‘Last Words On Earth’ A Novel by Javier Serena Translated from the Spanish by Katie Whittemore

I will close before this entry disappears. Tomorrow is the last day of October 2021.

“[1] And you hath he quickened, who were dead in trespasses and sins;
[2] Wherein in time past ye walked according to the course of this world, according to the prince of the power of the air, the spirit that now worketh in the children of disobedience:
[3] Among whom also we all had our conversation in times past in the lusts of our flesh, fulfilling the desires of the flesh and of the mind; and were by nature the children of wrath, even as others.
[4] But God, who is rich in mercy, for his great love wherewith he loved us,
[5] Even when we were dead in sins, hath quickened us together with Christ, (by grace ye are saved;)
[6] And hath raised us up together, and made us sit together in heavenly places in Christ Jesus:
[7] That in the ages to come he might shew the exceeding riches of his grace in his kindness toward us through Christ Jesus.
[8] For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God:
[9] Not of works, lest any man should boast.
[10] For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.” Ephesians 2:1-10

the Houses of the Holy

It is 2:45 PM Friday afternoon here in West Michigan. Outside this afternoon it is gray, rainy, and cold as the North Pole. Maybe someday the world will be one colossal North Pole. No I stand to be corrected, because the North Pole is melting and soon the world will be one ocean.

I have had thus far a normal day. I got up this morning around 7 o’clock AM, but did not come upstairs till 7:20 AM. I made for breakfast for Carol and I a pot of oatmeal. After breakfast we had devotions and prayed.

I left to volunteer at the Book Nook our local library (Herrick District Library, Holland Mich.) used bookstore. The store was not busy so I read from two magazines The New Yorker Oct. 2021 and The Atlantic Nov. 2021. I brought home from the Book Nook 14 used CD’s and one used novel ‘The Cliff’ by Edith Wharton that I discovered I already had in our library.

Caleb dropped off Ollie their dog for us to baby-sit while Caleb, Emily, Josie and Cora go up North to visit Emily’s family. Carol is doing her volunteer shift at the Book Nook and should be home by 3:15 PM.

Last night the last book I read before going to bed titled, ‘March Violets’ Crime Fiction by Philip Kerr. This morning I did not get around to reading anything Christian due to time constraints. Do not know what I will attempt to read this afternoon into the evening hours.

I will close to rest.

“[24] Then said Jesus unto his disciples, If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me.
[25] For whosoever will save his life shall lose it: and whosoever will lose his life for my sake shall find it.
[26] For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?
[27] For the Son of man shall come in the glory of his Father with his angels; and then he shall reward every man according to his works.
[28] Verily I say unto you, There be some standing here, which shall not taste of death, till they see the Son of man coming in his kingdom.” Matthew 16:24-28

Indeed. the more we acquire on earth, the more we will accrue in hell

It is 4:26 PM Thursday late afternoon on a cold gray cloudy day. Once again the sun has refused to make its appearance.

I have had a typical day writing in my paper diary and reading my books. This morning I filmed a video wherein I describe my average day.

Carol baby-sat all morning and into the afternoon the girls of our oldest son who lives down the street from us. She finally took the girls Josie and Cora down the street to their place. I did not know Carol and the girls were gone because I was down in the lower level reading Crime Fiction, ‘The Second Rider’ by Alex Beer. I am almost finished reading this Crime Fiction. I would not recommend reading this novel ‘The Second Rider’ unless you are interesting in the history of Vienna, Austria after the First World War.

I do not know for sure what I will read this evening. I do not know what teams are playing tonight on Thursday Night Football. Carol likes watching professional football.

What I should do next after posting this blog entry is go for a walk around our neighborhood. I need to exercise my legs.

Well I will close. Tomorrow is the last Friday of October 2021.

the Gilded Age meets the Progressive Era

It is 3:41 PM Wednesday afternoon here in West Michigan. We live not far from Lake Michigan. Soon we will have icebergs floating on Lake Michigan.

I got up this morning around 8 o’clock AM. When I got up I found my wife eating breakfast and working on her Woman’s Bible Study on the Book of Exodus/Old Testament. I made for myself oatmeal for breakfast. After breakfast we had devotions and prayed. Carol suggested we drive over to Hudsonville after getting sunflower seeds and cracked corn for our birds in Zeeland. She said first she needed to go grocery shopping and do an errand and when she got back we would hit the road. Carol wanted to drive to Hudsonville to visit thrift stores in search of used books and also just to get out while the weather was not bad.

Carol and I left the house and around 10 o’clock AM and got home around 2:45 PM. While we were out we did stop in Hudsonville for lunch. These days we rarely eat out, maybe twice a month.

Here is a list of the used books I bought today at different thrift stores-

‘The New York Stories of Edith Wharton’ Selected And With An Introduction By Roxana Robinson (New York Review Classics)

‘Myself the Other Fellow: A Life of Robert Louis Stevenson’ biography by Claire Harman

‘All the Great Prizes: The Life of John Hay, from Lincoln to Roosevelt’ biography & American History by John Taliaferro

‘Oblivion’ Stories by David Foster Wallace

‘The Meaning of Night-A Confession’ historical fiction by Michael Cox

‘The Complete Persepolis’ a memoir-in-comic-strips by Marjane Satrapi

I am tired so I won’t write anymore stuff. It has been a long day. Last night the last book I read before going to bed was from the novel, The Man of Property’ by John Galsworthy. Yesterday I started reading again from a book titled, ‘The Hour Of Fate: Theodore Roosevelt, J. P. Morgan, And The Battle To Transform American Capitalism’ by Susan Berfield.

know this: no one can live Christ’s life without dying Christ’s death

It is 12:13 PM Tuesday early afternoon here in West Michigan. Praise the Lord there is sunshine today even though it is icy cold. We should sell our house and move someplace where the sun always shines.

I got up this morning around 8 o’clock AM. When I got up Carol had gone grocery shopping. I had a cup of coffee and had breakfast. Carol soon arrived from her shopping. I wrote in my paper diary and a handyman arrived to install our porch railing. I helped the fellow as he installed the porch rail. So the morning went by. I do not think I got around to reading anything this morning. The morning flew by without any good-byes. I just remembered I did actually read this morning a little from these books-

‘The Life of Jesus Christ’ Part Two Volume 1, Chapters 1-57 by Ludolph of Saxony

‘Calvin’s Commentaries Volume XVI Harmony of Matthew, Mark, Luke’

Amazon just delivered a book I had ordered titled, ‘The Approaching Storm: Roosevelt, Wilson, Addams And Their Clash Over America’s Future’ by Neil Lanctot.

Last night Carol went to bed early and read late into the night, ‘The Second Rider’ Crime Fiction by Alex Beer. I am think of reading next another Crime Fiction novel(s) titled, ‘Berlin Noir: March Violets: The Pale Criminal: A German Requiem’ by Philip Kerr.

Carol is taking an hour nap. Since it is such a sunny day I tell myself I should go someplace and take photos. But I am feeling very tired this afternoon. I suppose I will close to rest.


“learned ignorance”

It is 2:49 PM Monday afternoon here in Michigan. It is another very cold rainy gray dismal day. Maybe someday we will see the sun once again. I already dread the coming of the dark cold snowy days of Winter.

I am writing feeling very tired and overfed at the moment. I should brush my teeth and go lay down someplace dark and warm. Carol left this afternoon to visit a cousin.

I volunteered at our local library used books store The Book Nook today from 10 AM till 1 PM. The store was not busy so I mainly read from a novel titled, ‘Darconville’s Cat’ A Novel by Alexander Theroux. I bought this morning at the Book Nook a hardbound copy of the novel ‘Lolita’ by Vladimir Nabokov.

When I got home from the Book Nook Carol had cooked a big meal so we ate and now I feel stuffed. I usually eat very little throughout the day. I am not into the act of eating food.

Last night we watched Sunday Night Football and went to bed around 10 o’clock PM. I read till bedtime. ‘Last Words On Earth’ A Novel by Javier Serena Translated from the Spanish by Katie Whittemore.

This morning I never got around to reading anything. Carol read from a devotional and then we prayed.

I did get in the mail this afternoon a used book I had ordered titled, ‘John Galsworthy’s Life And Art: An Alien’s Fortress’ biography by James Gindin. Lately I have been reading a novel by John Galsworthy titled, ‘The Man of Property’.

I will close to feel drained. Tomorrow is a Tuesday.

the mildly Arian party saw that the Nicaeans were not cryptomodalists

It is 12:27 PM on a very cold dismal ugly gray Sunday afternoon. It seems we are all of a sudden have entered the Winter season early this year. It was suppose to be a sunny day, but there is no sight of the sun today.

I am right now cold and very tired. I feel like I am running out empty today. That feeling of feeling on top has finally bottomed out. I back to feeling exhausted and not hopeful. But maybe I feel the way I do because of the extreme weather.

I got up this morning around 7 o’clock AM. I got up and found Carol in her spot in our living room. This morning she left for her church around 8:35 AM. I spent the morning reading from these books-

‘The Life of Jesus Christ’ Part Two Volume 1, Chapters 1-57 by Ludolph of Saxony Translated By Milton T. Walsh

‘Incomplete Commentary On Matthew (Opus imperfectuml) Volume 1 (Ancient Christian Texts) Translated By James A. Kellerman

Caleb, Emily, and Josie dropped off Cora Leigh and their little dog Ollie for us to baby-sit while they go to an opera in Grand Rapids.

There is not much else to report this afternoon. Last night Carol and I watched college football and I read late into the night, ‘The Second Rider’ Crime Fiction by Alex Beer.

I will close to drift through this cold gray dismal day. Carol is reading a book to Cora.

new book

the Lord’s touch could heal a blind man

It is now 11:20 AM late Saturday morning here in West Michigan. I finally finished ‘The Life Of Jesus Christ’ Part One Volume 2, Chapters 41-92 by Ludolph of Saxony and I now will start reading next week, ‘The Life Of Jesus Christ’ Part Two Volume 1, Chapters 1-57 by Ludolph of Saxony Translated By Milton T. Walsh.

I am not sure if I am up to watching any college football today since I feel sick to my stomach and my head hurts. I do not know when Carol will be home today. Everything remains unknown at the stage of the game. We could come out on top or on the bottom. I could spend the day reading these books that I have been reading throughout this week-

‘The Second Rider’ Crime Fiction by Alex Beer Translated from the German by Tim Mohr

‘Last Words On Earth’ a novel by Javier Serena Translated from the Spanish by Katie Whittlemore

‘The Man Of Property’ A Novel by John Galsworthy

‘Darconville’s Cat’ A Novel by Alexander Theroux

‘America And The Cult Of The Cactus Boots: A Diagnostic’ by Phillip Freedenberg Visuals By: Jeff Walton

I will close to wait to enter into the afternoon hours. Maybe some books will come in the mail today to brighten this cold wet gray day.

“[22] And he cometh to Bethsaida; and they bring a blind man unto him, and besought him to touch him.
[23] And he took the blind man by the hand, and led him out of the town; and when he had spit on his eyes, and put his hands upon him, he asked him if he saw ought.
[24] And he looked up, and said, I see men as trees, walking.
[25] After that he put his hands again upon his eyes, and made him look up: and he was restored, and saw every man clearly.
[26] And he sent him away to his house, saying, Neither go into the town, nor tell it to any in the town.” Mark 8:22-26

“Let us conclude with Bede’s spiritual interpretation of this event:

All of the infirmities cursed by the Lord are signs of illnesses by which the soul through sin comes close to eternal death. The deaf mute healed by the Lord suggests the spiritual healing of those who cannot hear God’s word and do not know how to speak it. This miracle was followed by the feeding of the hungry crowd, which symbolizes the sweetness with which he customarily nourishes the souls that love him and seek him. Similarly, the case of this blind man who is gradually healed by the Lord describes the enlightenment given to foolish hearts and to those who have wandered far from the way of truth.

They asked the Lord to touch the man, knowing that the Lord’s touch could heal a blind man just as it could cleanse a leper. We touch the Lord when we cling to him with sincere, vigorous faith; he touches us when he illuminates our minds with the breath of his Spirit, enkindling in us an awareness of our own weakness and an eagerness to do good works. He takes the blind man by the hand to strengthen him to carry out good works. He leads him out of town, separating him from everyday life so that he can seek unimpeded with a zealous heart the will of his Creator, by whom he deserves to be enlightened. Whoever desires to see the light of eternity must not follow the example of the crowd, but to walk continually in the Redeemer’s footsteps.” pg. 831,832 Ludolph of Saxony ‘The Life Of Jesus Christ’ Part One Volume 2, Chapters 41-92

I am the shepherd of the sheep

It is 8:28 AM Saturday morning here in West Michigan. It is 42 degrees and I see some blue sky. I thought today would be a cold gray rainy day, but maybe not. We can only cross our sore old fingers and pray for a day filled with sunlight and celestial joy.

Carol just left to help make pigs-in-the blanket at her church. It sometimes amazes me that Carol has been a member of this church going on 21 years. We have lived in this house going on 31 years. We have seen neighbors comes and go. There is a house across the street that will soon see new dwellers because the widowed woman who lived there for many years just got remarried last Saturday and will be moving into her new husband’s home. The newly married neighbor already has three people who have expressed interesting in buying her home. I often wonder how long we will live in this house.

This morning when I got up it was 7 o’clock AM. I found Carol getting ready to get ready for another day of making pigs at her church. We had devotions and prayed before she left for church. I have no plans for the day except seek the face of my heavenly Father. I got out to read this morning these books for morning worship-

‘Forty Gospel Homilies’ by Gregory The Great Translated from the Latin by Dom David Hurst Monk of Portsmouth of Abbey

‘The Life Of Jesus Christ’ Part One, Volume 2 Chapters 41-92 By Ludolph of Saxony Translated By Milton T. Walsh

‘The Abuse of God’s Grace’ by Nicolas Claget (1610-1663)

‘Matthew 1-13’ New Testament 1a (Ancient Christian Commentary On Scripture) Edited By Manlion Simonetti

Well I suppose I will close to write in my paper diary and read my books. It looks like it will be normal day. I will close with this quote by Gregory The Great ‘Forty Gospel Homilies’-

“The Lord beheld the redemption of us who come from the Gentiles when he said that he was bringing in the other sheep too. You behold this happening every day, my friends; you see today that this has happened by the reconciliation of the Gentiles. He makes one sheepfold from two flocks, so to speak, because he joins the Jewish and Gentile race together by belief in him, as Paul bears witness when he says,: “He is our peace, who has made both one” Eph. 2:14.

When he chooses the guileless from both races for eternal life he is leading sheep into his own sheepfold. He says truly of them: “My sheep hear my voice. I know them and they follow me; I give them eternal life” John 10:27,28. He will go in to faith; he will go out from faith to vision, from belief to contemplation; he will find pasture in eternal refreshment. His sheep will find pasture because whoever follows him with a guileless heart is nourished with a food of eternal freshness. When are the pastures of these sheep but the eternal joys of an ever-green paradise? The pasture of the elect is the countenance of God in person. When we see him perfectly our hearts are endlessly satisfied with the food of life. Those who have evaded the traps of temporary pleasures rejoice in those pastures with the fulness of eternity. There are choirs of angels singing hymns, there the company of heavenly citizens, there the delightful festival of those returning from the sad labor of their exile here, there the far-seeing choir of prophets, there the apostles, our judges, there the victorious army of innumerable martyrs, as much happier there as they were tormented here, there confessors whose constancy is relieved by the reception of their reward, there faithful men whose manly strength was not enfeebled by the pleasures of the world, there holy women who overcame their sex together with the world, there children who surpassed their years by their conduct, there old men whom age weakened but whose capacity for action did not end.” pg. 110,111 Gregory The Great

John.10
[1] Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that entereth not by the door into the sheepfold, but climbeth up some other way, the same is a thief and a robber.
[2] But he that entereth in by the door is the shepherd of the sheep.
[3] To him the porter openeth; and the sheep hear his voice: and he calleth his own sheep by name, and leadeth them out.
[4] And when he putteth forth his own sheep, he goeth before them, and the sheep follow him: for they know his voice.
[5] And a stranger will they not follow, but will flee from him: for they know not the voice of strangers.
[6] This parable spake Jesus unto them: but they understood not what things they were which he spake unto them.
[7] Then said Jesus unto them again, Verily, verily, I say unto you, I am the door of the sheep.
[8] All that ever came before me are thieves and robbers: but the sheep did not hear them.
[9] I am the door: by me if any man enter in, he shall be saved, and shall go in and out, and find pasture.
[10] The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.
[11] I am the good shepherd: the good shepherd giveth his life for the sheep.
[12] But he that is an hireling, and not the shepherd, whose own the sheep are not, seeth the wolf coming, and leaveth the sheep, and fleeth: and the wolf catcheth them, and scattereth the sheep.
[13] The hireling fleeth, because he is an hireling, and careth not for the sheep.
[14] I am the good shepherd, and know my sheep, and am known of mine.
[15] As the Father knoweth me, even so know I the Father: and I lay down my life for the sheep.
[16] And other sheep I have, which are not of this fold: them also I must bring, and they shall hear my voice; and there shall be one fold, and one shepherd.
[17] Therefore doth my Father love me, because I lay down my life, that I might take it again.