Ruger and Roger

Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.  Isaiah 1:18

History Snippet: Plains Indians

Reading to me about the Plains Indians, Son4 continued, "...In many tribes, women would cut off a finger to mourn the death of a loved one."

He looked up and said, "Well, that's productive," then lowered his head to the text and continued reading.

The sincerity of those Indian women engaging in a practice such as that is so similar to men and women today believing in, and acting upon, the theory of evolution and the religion of psychology.  Maybe man's rebellion against God is ever so slightly more sophisticated in the 21st century. 

No, maybe it's not.

O Timothy, keep that which is committed to thy trust, avoiding profane and vain babblings, and oppositions of science falsely so called: which some professing have erred concerning the faith.  Grace be with thee.  Amen.  I Timothy 6:20-21

Snowman Play Day 2

Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.  Psalms 16:11

Snowman Play Day 1

But let all those that put their trust in thee rejoice: let them ever shout for joy, because thou defendest them: let them also that love thy name be joyful in thee.  Psalms 5:11

The Baby Bagged a Buck

Only 14 years old, Son4 didn't have a photo ID, and there had been some confusion in the house over whether or not he'd need one in order to acquire a hunting license.  The evening before gun season opened, he studied online, and it was determined this feat could be accomplished, so he and Charles jumped in the truck and made a trip to town.  I pondered at the time this man-thing which could prompt a couple of fellows to trek into town in the cold dark of the night.

Son4 was up in the darkness of morning, applying his man make-up, and told Mom he was going to "hunt" from the pool deck.  Gentle prompting to choose a more reasonable spot to plant himself was met with an explanation that the deck would be grand.  When Charles arose shortly thereafter, he slipped into the living room and apprised me in a low tone that Son4 was planning to hunt from the pool deck, despite Dad's urgings to choose a better spot.  I told him I'd already unsuccessfully been to that well, and we shared a parental Isn't that cute smile.

All suited up in camo — when draping themselves in lumber and spindles would have made more sense to me — Dad and son exited through the front door, while I sat knitting in the living room.  Imagine my surprise when 20 minutes later I heard a distinctive *x!CRACK!x*

I tossed my knitting aside, rushed to the windows, and looked intently at what was occurring on the deck.  Both men were standing.  They were facing one-another and talking.  Then I saw Son4 point toward the cornfield across the road.  More talking between the two.  Then I saw Dad give Son a high-five.  WHAT!?  I rushed to the door, threw myself onto the porch and hollered, "Did you get one!?"  Indeed.  Okay, I teared-up.

An exciting day it was on the prairie.  And a few days later, the bounty was hauled back from the meat locker and appreciatively and admiringly packed into the freezer.  Lovely venison steaks were on the table for dinner that night.

Don't mess with a man with a painted face.  He just may know what he's doing.

O Lord, how manifold are thy works! in wisdom hast thou made them all: the earth is full of thy riches.  So is this great and wide sea, wherein are things creeping innumerable, both small and great beasts.  There go the ships: there is that leviathan, whom thou hast made to play therein.  These wait all upon thee; that thou mayest give them their meat in due season.  That thou givest them they gather: thou openest thine hand, they are filled with good.  Psalms 104:24-28