I thought this was a great story!
C.cada’s monthly gathering for June was at the Fruitlands museum in Ayer, MA. We had a smaller group this month but our artists brought cameras and got lots of good shots for future paintings and sketches.
Fruitlands is a national historical site. The property, originally held in trust by Ralph Waldo Emerson, was a “back to nature commune” run by transcendentalists in the early to mid 1800’s. Bronson Alcott (father of Louisa May) was one of the founding members. The property was bought in the early 1900’s by one of the Sears family and turned into an historical art museum consisting of three display buildings and the Alcott/ Palmer house at the bottom of the hill.
Our docent in the portrait gallery explained the symbolism of primitive portraiture. Note the child in the middle is not wearing shoes. If you look very closely over the child’s head you can also see the outline of a dead branch. These two facts were tell-tale signs that the child had passed away and this was a memorial portrait. In the portrait below you can see a small bird sitting just outside the window. This most likely indicated this woman died in childbirth.
The second gallery is a display of Native American artwork. Our teen-age guide was just learning the ropes but I bet some of the older docents can spin some great yarns from Native American lore.
Mrs. Sears, the benefactor of the museum, had a Shaker home brought in from the Harvard community board by board and reconstructed on the property.
Fruitlands also boasts miles of walking trails once frequented by Louisa May Alcott and the other children of Fruitlands. This is a day trip worth taking if ever you are heading down Rte 2 in Massachusetts. The views of Wachusett Valley are beautiful the museum buildings have extremely friendly and informative docents and even the coffee in the cafe is delish!
For he built again the high places which Hezekiah his father had broken down, and he reared up altars for Baalim, and made groves, and worshipped all the host of heaven, and served them.Also he built altars in the house of the LORD, whereof the LORD had said, In Jerusalem shall my name be for ever. And he built altars for all the host of heaven in the two courts of the house of the LORD.2 Chron. 33:4,5
When I began writing “The Heaven” posts I thought of all the wonderful things I would be saying about the kingdom of Heaven and our future hope. I planned on writing about the nature of eternity and the great glory of God.I didn’t take into account all the times in Scripture that Heaven was used in reference to something negative…the number of times mankind made an idol out of “heavenly” things and totally forgot about God. I am astounded (though I probably shouldn’t be) by man’s proclivity to make a god of his own choosing and then label the abomination as “heavenly”.
King Manasseh, Hezekiah’s son, could easily have been the most wicked king Judah ever saw come to the throne. Manasseh’s father, though imperfect as all earthly kings are, had diligently led the people through a period of godly prosperity some of which was likened back to the rule of Solomon (see 2 Chron. 30:26). As the verses above attest Manasseh took the throne and used it to turn the people away from God and toward “the host of heaven” (which was just an Old Testament buzzword for demons). He managed to undo all his father’s godly work employing an oppressive regime that left behind a legacy of shame and reproach that would eventually spell Judah’s destruction.
While few of us live to wield as much power and influence as Manasseh did, it is important for us to realize that none of us live in a bubble. By our deeds and words we will influence our personal spheres closer to God or away from Him. What we do matters. How we live matters.
How does your life drive people closer to Jesus today?
What needs to change in order for you to become a stronger influence for God?
This was such a cool post from Angela I had to share.
A preacher was conducting a mission in a mining town and was given a tour through the coal mine. Entering a black, grimy, underground tunnel, he saw some beautiful, shiny, pure-white flowers growing out of the black mine earth.
He was amazed! How could anything, let alone a flower of such great beauty and purity, live in that black grime? He asked his guide for an explanation.
The guide told him to throw some coal dust on the flower and watch to see what happened. The preacher did so.
As soon as the coal dust hit those snowy-white petals, it slid straight off, leaving no trace of coal dust to mar its beauty. The surface of the petals was so smooth that the grit and grime had nothing to hold on to. The dirtiness that surrounded the plant and tainted its leaves, and everything else in the mine, could…
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The puppies are three weeks old today! Eyes opened last week and they are beginning to wander just a little bit,
This morning I met with a lady who bought one and the other is going to my sister in Hollanhd. So I have one of the little fellas left.
If you or anyone you know in the New England area is interested in a male Maltese pup drop me a line here at WordPress. Cost is $690.00 pet price.
I was doing my bills the other night and had just finished up with the portion that I needed to pay. Since this was the batch I don’t do electronically I had tucked them safely into their envelopes, affixed stamps and return addresses to the outside and headed them off to the mailbox. The curtains were drawn for the night (it being well into the evening); So I thought to myself “I will just put them out in the morning.” Then I promptly threw them into the wood stove. You heard me correctly into the wood stove.
The worst part of it is the next morning when I got up and began looking for the bills I could not find them anywhere.
I kept telling my loved ones, “I put them right here on top of the wood stove.”
That’s when my daughter (bless her heart) decided to look in the wood stove. I was chuckling at the insanity of the idea until…
I guess I can be happy it’s not burning season.
I think I may be getting just a little too busy. What do you think?
This week’s photo challenge from http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/06/21/world-through-your-eyes/ is to take a photo displaying the world through my eyes. I see a lot of things in our world. I see….
Yet I also see…
No one can deny the world is full of darkness and…
But God has not given us a spirit of fear but a spirit of power and love and a sound mind. Overall I see a…
Sometimes the image is not perfectly clear. The whys and the hows appear dim and mysterious; Yet, I am confident that what I now question with my limited sight I shall one day know fully when I can see it all through the lens of Heaven!
This week’s travel theme from http://wheresmybackpack.com/2013/06/21/travel-theme-ripples/ concerns ripples.
Life is one big ripple if you ask me. Living itself stirs the waters of the world. Every human action becomes a ripple that makes all creation about us ebb and flow.