The 1370 Count - What Does It Mean!

 

An oncologist and I were discussing cancer issues when he asked about the main blog I published daily, very much part of Christina's studies. He was shocked to hear that I had 600 readers a day on the average. I said, "That's a big classroom." He thought about it.

The total views for today are already 1379 and climbing, as the weather forecaster claims. The synods measure their numbers, but not honestly. They claim or imagine a certain number is good for their money and satisfaction. 

Here is a test for the 70ers and up - "How many of the synod bosses and laity are still around?" Or worse - what have they left behind?

1. The greatest English Bible - the King James.
2. The pursuit of feminist clergy and teachers and managers.
3. The basics of Luther, Melanchthon, and Chemnitz.
4. A scattering of claims about Biblical standards. 

A nurse without speaking ability! Tiny Bethany "spoke" beautifully without physical strength, only with intense eyes and smiles.

Snow Is Vastly Over-rated

 The weather feels like MINUS 18.

Here I am, in the upper part of Minnesota, though not as harsh as people image. I chuckled in Phoenix when I saw students wearing their winter team jackets at the first notion of a cool daylight. Of course, the setting sun there could really cause shivers for that first zephyr. (I enjoy using that word and letting people explain a zephyr.)

I still find Creation Gardening a stumbling block for others. Those who swat at insects - especially bees - remain a terrible threat and lasting terror. When I showed how easily bees could be brushed aside by hand, the fears only increased. 

Watching and observing is always beneficial, even in the worst of seasons. The 2025 garden had a number of disasters, but they rose up from the soil with English roses and the variations of the Peace Rose (a big hit for many styles).

I do not regret the loss of roses and other plants, even when they are orphaned for a short time. There are Creation lessons all around, from place to place, and always new adventures.

Snow did the best for me when I made a cage of chicken wire around trees and filled the fence with dry leaves, in time for winter. The cost was almost nothing and all the roses grew perfectly. 

Notice the Tom Fisher lamb nibbling at the bottom.