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ICHABOD, THE GLORY HAS DEPARTED - explores the Age of Apostasy, predicted in 2 Thessalonians 2:3, to attack Objective Faithless Justification, Church Growth Clowns, and their ringmasters. The antidote to these poisons is trusting the efficacious Word in the Means of Grace. John 16:8. Isaiah 55:8ff. Romans 10. Most readers are WELS, LCMS, ELS, or ELCA. This blog also covers the Roman Catholic Church, Eastern Orthodoxy, and the Left-wing, National Council of Churches denominations.
This is our current state in broadcasting:
The live stream is at the Vimeo location for Bethany Lutheran Church. I will start it at 9:30 AM Central Standard and talk about important books until the 10 AM service begins.
When the service and Bible study is over, I send it to two social medial platforms:
1. My Facebook Page called Bethany Lutheran Worship, TLH, KJV
2. My YouTube account - Gregory Jackson
We will have Wednesday Advent services.
Travis and Lauren Cartee are downloading videos from IBM/Ustream for editing. I will get a link up to access the old videos. Google blogspot has made it different to change the top of the page, but it can be done.
Stir up, we beseech Thee, O Lord, the wills of Thy
faithful people that they, plenteously bringing forth the fruit of good works,
may of Thee be plenteously rewarded; through Jesus Christ, Thy Son, our Lord,
who liveth, etc.
This is my photo for Vimeo. |
I will start the service early and talk about books so people know it is up and running. And I will begin the worship service promptly at 10 AM Central Standard. If my robe is one, it is LIVE.
To distinguish myself from the other Pastor Jacksons, I am listed as Pastor Gregory L. Jackson, PhD, and my page link is embedded here. We are linked in Facebook and LinkedIn.
Jean Paul Perrin wrote the following at the start of his book on the Waldenses and the other Christians of the Alps. The words should comfort us today as we have all experienced the gap between the established denominations and the true Church of the living God.
God bless you all tomorrow and always.
Alec
“God hath never left himself without witness; but from time to time he raises up instruments to publish his grace, enriching them with gifts necessary for the edification of his Church, giving them his Spirit for their guide, and his truth for their rule; whereby they may distinguish the Church begun in Abel, from that which commenced in Cain. He also teaches them to define the Church by faith, and faith by the Holy Scripture. In the midst of the most grievous persecution, he strengthens them, making them to know that the Cross is profitable, even when the faithful by means thereof exchange earth for heaven; for the children of God are not left, when massacred or burned by an unrighteous judgment, since “in the blood of the Martyrs we find the seed of the Church.”
— Jean Paul Perrin. History of the Ancient Christians Inhabiting the Valley of the Alps. The Waldenses, The Albigenses, and The Vaudois. 2021/1847. Lutheran Library.
Waldensians burned alive by the papacy and its allies. |
Jaroslav Pelikan earned a PhD at the U. of Chicago while completing his MDiv at Concordia, St. Louis. |
Sassy got snarly about needing to go outside, so I obliged her. She came back in, had breakfast, and fell asleep. We had a freeze last night, so the house feels like a walk-in freezer at Tyson's. She decided the bed-warmer was better than the carpeting for her beauty rest.
The Lutheran Librarian says, "Our pets teach us the games they want to play." So true. Someone was chiding me about "still helping Sassy up on the bed." No, that is a game she invented when the legs were still on the bed. She could easily jump up on the bed but she liked to make a game of it, sitting there and smiling at me. Making the jump got harder and I did cheers to get her running up to the bed and jumping. That was so much fun that one day she made 10 attempts in a row. I sat on the bed and petted her. (That is the old part of her game.) She wanted pre-jump petting after that.
We took the legs off to make it easier for Sassy. She continued the tickle jump game. I had to nudge her with my foot to make an attempt. She snarled and barked at the offending foot and made the jump. I cheered and she barked triumphantly, "Bark. Bark. Bark. Bark. Bark. Bark." Her six-fold bark means she is really proud of herself.
I had to do this while on the phone. "Are you still spoiling her, even though the legs are off the bed?" I had to explain, "She loves the game, so I have to go along with it."
Likewise, Sassy was craving attention when I was on the phone with the Lutheran Librarian. I explained my extra duties while talking, and he said, "My cat is in my arms demanding attention, too. I understand."
I just left the online Old Testament class, so I opened a favorite passage in Hebrews. I cannot find the ideal soccer camp, popcorn munching, soda slurping, rock band cacophony of the missional church in Hebrews 12.
There is a junk form of everything, whether spiritual nutrition or bodily nutrition. My parents looked at vegetables as delicacies. They went through the Great Depression (and it was great because they never stopped talking about it) eating vegetables to fill their stomachs. They had animals on the farm, but FDR (Democrat) closed down both farms. They learned that they would never be full on the meat available and fast foods were raw veggies. Oh, did they love them, raw or cooked.
We tended to screw up our faces about eating anything not on TV or served as dessert. Fortunately, Mom and Dad were soft on desserts themselves and we exploited that. I was always willing to make the whipped cream. I added my own secret ingredient, rum flavoring which made the whipped cream even creamier tasting. Mom admitted to making her own whipped cream on the farm, hiding somewhere and enjoying it herself. She knew how to rescue spoiled dairy too.
However, we often heard at full volume, "You know what's wrong with you kids?" Pause. "What Dad?" He thundered, "You are all spoiled rotten."
I thought of vegetables as something to get past for dessert or meat. They remembered how delicious vegetables were when nothing else was there for food, because they worked hard on the farm.
Getting into gardening changed my attitudes because there is no comparison between
California Dreamin is one of those roses that people remember and talk about. |
I got some clearance roses from Springhill. They were so carefully wrapped that I planted the small roses much faster than I opened them. I gave them rainwater from the barrel after planting, in case it did not rain that night.
Some rain was predicted, and we had big storm and at least one inch of rain. This morning, we had rain predicted, and it was dripping down slowly. Sassy needed her rain towel when she came back in. She always pauses for the wipe down.
Now the trees are changing color and the leaves are dropping. I am thinking of all the bulbs filling out and growing their roots for the big spring show.
One popped out (only one!) during the latest planting. The roots were out, all over the bulb, so I carefully replanted it.
Here is a recycling project. We had an enormous pile of cardboard. Now all of it is spread over the backyard gardens where Hosta will be planted. Leaves will hold the cardboard down, with help from rain barrels. Humpback Whale Hosta is already growing next to the house.
This hawk visited our garbage barrel bird feeders. Surprisingly, no birds came near! |
"Did I give you permission to photograph me?" |
I was born with a Dairy Queen cone in my mouth - instead of a silver spoon. |
Being held captive in a donut shop was not exactly torture. I made the most of it and ate my mistakes. |
My father spent his working life testing the products in his bakery and became insulin sensitive, prone to high blood sugars. I could see that happening with the famous A1C tests for me, a 90 day test that betrays the individual who likes carbohydrates.
So here are the changes I made in eating.
Sassy and I have eggs and toast for breakfast each day. The combo is loaded with protein and nutrition and quells the appetite that bread and sweet rolls promote.
Daily fresh fruit is now a necessity. Oranges are the top pick. The end of the day snack is no longer bakery-centered but fresh fruit and walnuts. The walnuts are for heart health and other benefits. They are very satisfying and worth the cost.
Ice cream is off the menu entirely and desserts are rare and small. No more diet sodas at home, period. The paradox is that sugar and caffeine provide instant energy, but they also demand replenishment for more energy until the sluggishness is alarming and A1C triggered.
Lunch is light, and supper is often chicken plus a Southern biscuit. Cheese and toast is one option.
I like Schwan packaged dinners, but like fast food items, they are high in salt. I am just ordering frozen chicken and vegetables from them, now. And we like biscuits ready to bake.
I returned to the gym, which is handy on my rounds with Sassy. We go to the credit union, Lowe's hardware, the business store, the gym, and the post office in one grand sweep, depending on needs. Sassy loves snuggling between the front seats and getting pets at red lights. She barks and demands her dog treats at the credit union drive through, often drowning out my attempts to do some banking.
The results are good. I have a lot more energy, more strength. I have lost 64 ounces so far. I am tracking in ounces to stay motivated. Four pounds sounds like nothing, but 64 ounces! So quickly! "How did you do that, Greg?" Simple - conversion from pounds to ounces.
This was posed in an apple orchard for the annual donut calendar. Was I eating fruit? No, I was enjoying my favorite bread donut and a Classics Illustrated comic. |
I still love coffee. Costa Rican pour-over is magical, great flavor and mellow at the same time. No sugar or cream, though I fondly remember Seattle coffee with heavy whipped cream inches deep.
Sassy and I have a little fast food, but not much. Cravings for diet cola and desserts - they are gone almost gone. Whatever I want at the moment - I cut the amounts. Fast eating is a way to be hungry from the start to finish - to be repented later.
"Little boys eat big bites. Big boys take small bites." Why was my mother right about so many things? The truth is, when we eat less, the food is far more enjoyable and satisfying.
Later I will point out some nutrition facts. Many common foods are loaded with special, key nutrition factors.
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John F. Baker |
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The John F. Baker Bridge |
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The funeral |
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LBJ bestowed the Medal of Honor. |
For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity in action at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty. En route to assist another unit that was engaged with the enemy, Company A came under intense enemy fire and the lead man was killed instantly. Sgt. Baker immediately moved to the head of the column and together with another soldier knocked out two enemy bunkers. When his comrade was mortally wounded, Sgt. Baker, spotting four Viet Cong snipers, killed all of them, evacuated the fallen soldier, and returned to lead repeated assaults against the enemy positions, killing several more Viet Cong. Moving to attack two additional enemy bunkers, he and another soldier drew intense enemy fire and Sgt. Baker was blown from his feet by an enemy grenade. He quickly recovered and singlehandedly destroyed one bunker before the other soldier was wounded. Seizing his fallen comrade's machine gun, Sgt. Baker charged through the deadly fusillade to silence the other bunker.
He evacuated his comrade, replenished his ammunition, and returned to the forefront to brave the enemy fire and continue the fight. When the forward element was ordered to withdraw, he carried one wounded man to the rear. As he returned to evacuate another soldier, he was taken under fire by snipers, but raced beyond the friendly troops to attack and kill the snipers. After evacuating the wounded man, he returned to cover the deployment of the unit.
His ammunition now exhausted, he dragged two more of his fallen comrades to the rear. Sgt. Baker's selfless heroism, indomitable fighting spirit, and extraordinary gallantry were directly responsible for saving the lives of several of his comrades, and inflicting serious damage on the enemy.
His acts were in keeping with the highest traditions of the U.S. Army and reflect great credit upon himself and the Armed Forces of his country.
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Defense Department |
Retired Army Master Sgt. John F. Baker Jr. could have had a prominent gymnastics career, since he competed in high school and trained for the Olympics in his hometown of Moline, Illinois. But after graduation in 1966, he decided to pursue something entirely different: service in the Army and a tour of duty in Vietnam, which earned him the Medal of Honor.
Only a few short months after he began his Army training, Baker was shipped off to Vietnam with the 27th Infantry Regiment, 25th Infantry Division.
A private first class at the time, 19-year-old Baker said he and his company went out in the jungles for weeks at a time on combat patrols. Often, since he was small guy – only 5 feet 2 inches tall weighing 105 pounds – he was tasked with crawling through Viet Cong tunnels filled with booby traps to try to lure the enemy out of their hiding spots.
Baker had been in Vietnam for only two months, when, on Nov. 5, 1966, he and his company were called to help rescue another unit that had been surrounded by Viet Cong. On the way there they were ambushed, and the man at the front of Baker’s unit was killed instantly. An assistant machine-gun bearer at the time, Baker immediately moved to the head of the group, and, with another soldier, knocked out two enemy bunkers.
Throughout the ordeal, Baker repeatedly assaulted the enemy and pulled wounded soldiers to safety.
At one point, he was blown off his feet by a grenade, but he recovered and single-handedly took out another bunker, then another.
When the battle was over, Baker had saved eight of his fellow soldiers, knocked out six Viet Cong machine gun bunkers, and killed 10 enemy soldiers, including several snipers. His courage and commitment under fire earned him the Medal of Honor in 1968, which he received from President Lyndon B. Johnson.
Baker continued to serve in the Army until 1989, when he retired to Columbia, South Carolina. He and his wife regularly attended special events at nearby Fort Jackson, and he continued helping soldiers by working for the Veterans Administration until his death in January 2012. He was 66.
“Five-foot-two John Baker was a giant,” said Army Col. Drew Meyerowich at Baker’s funeral. “Once you got to know him, you realized he’s exactly the giant we expect to see on the battlefield. He was larger than life.”
In August of this year, Baker was honored by U.S. Army Garrison Rock Island Arsenal, Illinois, which named a street after him.