Friday, 27 June 2008
Thursday, 26 June 2008
TINY TIM - THROUGH THE TULIPS
Tiny Tim was a one off...who became a hit as a result of his appearances on the U.S. comedy show The Rowan and Martin Laugh-In in the early 1970's.Born Herbert Khaury on April 12, 1932 in New York City,the son of a Lebanese father and Jewish mother. Singing old music hall ditties in his distinctive falsetto voice accompanied on the ukulele and with his other-age impeccable manners he came across as a gentle eccentric soul who seemed oddly adrift in the 2o th century.At 17 I was intrigued by this 'misfit' and he became one of my (unlikely!) heroes.
Later I discovered that Tiny Tim was a Christian and that behind all the show-biz veneer there was a very sensitive and perhaps troubled soul. He married on three occasions to women all much younger than himself, the first and most notable whom he addressed as 'Miss Vicky'. He said one time "I'd love to see Christ come back to crush the spirit of hate and make men put down their guns."...which he followed with another aspiration..."I'd also like just one more hit single."
His big hit was Tiptoe Through The Tulips which was originally recorded by Maurice Chevaliar, and a follow up hit On The Good Ship Lollipop originally sung by child star Shirly Temple.
He suffered a heart attack performing at a ukulele festival in September of 1996. After getting out of the hospital, Tiny Tim the trouper resumed his concert schedule. The schedule proved too taxing, and on November 30, he suffered another heart attack while performing "Tip-Toe Through the Tulips" in Minneapolis, and died an hour later. He was 64 years old.
Most definitely his likes we will not see again !
This is one of the most reflective and radical blogs I have come across where Mike unfolds his soul and hearts desire as he struggles to live the Jesus life.As the header for The Upper Room explains …“This blog is about explorations in New Testament Christianity, theology, and living the mission of Christ here and now. This is not a spot for perfect people - those who have all the answers, where GOD is firmly placed in a box. Do you hunger for something more than just Church on Sunday? If your heart beats with the desires of the NT Church, then this is the place for you. Come into the Upper Room. Join with imperfect people and explore the wonders of walking after Jesus.” And later in his bio he shares the purpose of his life…“I'm trying to throw out all the junk that is not biblical and live a New Testament lifestyle” ~GOSh.~
IT'S THE LITTLE THINGS...
To do what is right and just is more acceptable to the LORD than sacrifice. Prov 21:3
Solomon built the most ostentatious temple of all. No temple in history will match the size or grandeur of Solomon's creation in Jerusalem. Yet despite this building of magnificence, the wise king says "to do what is right is more important than sacrifice".
It is easy to get caught up in the big. It is easy to be part of something large. In fact we a pulled toward such things. But this is not where the heart of GOD is at. It is how we treat those who come in contact with us. It is how we act when no-one is looking. The sacrifice of bulls never put a smile on GOD's face, but justice and the care for others did.
I suppose the message to me, is to "go and do likewise".
Posted by Mike on June 15th.
Monday, 23 June 2008
We walk all our days in shadows
As we skip along life's sands
The ocean in our ears
The end always at hand...
The sun upon our backs
Sweet voices in our head
And still the awful silence
Pounding out the ancient dread...
Every day is a months journey
Each step forward takes us home
All our vain posturing
Just leaves us more alone...
Strangers in our sorrow
Evicted from our souls
Behind in all our payments
Seeking streets of gold...
(Thanks to eagle-eyed Antoin for this one)
Esther always replied, "I know Morris, but that helicopter ride is fifty dollars, and fifty dollars is fifty dollars." One year Esther and Morris went to the fair, and Morris said, "Esther, I'm 85 years old. If I don't ride that helicopter, I might never get another chance."
To this, Esther replied, "Morris that helicopter ride is fifty dollars, and fifty dollars is fifty dollars."
The pilot overheard the couple and said, "Folks I'll make you a deal. I'll take the both of you for a ride.
If you can stay quiet for the entire ride and not say a word, I won't charge you!
But if you say one word, it's fifty dollars."
He did his daredevil tricks over and over again, but still not a word.
When they landed, the pilot turned to Morris and said, "By golly, I did everything I could to get you to yell out, but you didn't. I'm impressed!"
Morris replied, "Well, to tell you the truth, I almost said something when Esther fell out.
But, you know, fifty dollars is fifty dollars!"
Why! who makes much of a miracle?
As to me, I know of nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach, just in the edge of the water,
Or stand under trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with any one I love--or sleep in the bed at night with any one I love,
Or sit at table at dinner with my mother,
Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,
Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive, of a summer forenoon,
Or animals feeding in the fields,
Or birds--or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,
Or the wonderfulness of the sun-down--or of stars shining so quiet and bright,
Or the exquisite, delicate, thin curve of the new moon in spring;
Or whether I go among those I like best, and that like me best--mechanics, boatmen, farmers,
Or among the savans--or to the soiree--or to the opera,
Or stand a long while looking at the movements of machinery,
Or behold children at their sports,
Or the admirable sight of the perfect old man, or the perfect old woman,
Or the sick in hospitals, or the dead carried to burial,
Or my own eyes and figure in the glass;
These, with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,
The whole referring--yet each distinct, and in its place.
To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same,
Every foot of the interior swarms with the same;
Every spear of grass--the frames, limbs, organs, of men and women,and all that concerns them,
All these to me are unspeakably perfect miracles.
To me the sea is a continual miracle;
The fishes that swim--the rocks--the motion of the waves--the ships,with men in them,
What stranger miracles are there?
Saturday, 21 June 2008
Teenager 'back from the dead' after crash
AN ELIM Church in Belfast is claiming that a teenager came "back from the dead" after a serious car crash.
The case is being linked into an international Pentecostalist healing phenomenon, which began in Florida.Dozens of people are now flocking nightly to services at the church in Tigers Bay, north Belfast.Members say that 18-year-old Andrew Duffin was dead for 16 minutes on a hospital operating table, but revived after his father, who is a Christian, sent out a prayer appeal through American preacher Todd Bentley.But last night other observers voiced a note of caution and a Presbyterian minister who has worked in divine healing said that while miracles can happen, he had not personally witnessed any on that scale.The 18-year-old was seriously injured when the car he was travelling in smashed into a wall along the Newtownbreda Road at around 5am on Saturday, May 3.He says he was unaware he was being carried in a stolen car and was left to die in the backseat after the driver and front seat passenger ran off.Andrew said: "I was taken to the Royal Victoria hospital. I have only been told this, of course, as I remember nothing. I had been drinking for a few hours before the crash."I know now that my bowel was ruptured and I was filled with poison but the hospital did not operate on me until the Sunday."When I was taken to theatre the doctors opened me up and I had a heart attack. The doctors then told me I died for 16 minutes on the table."I had a heart attack, my lungs collapsed, my kidneys stopped and then my organs all stopped I was told. They had given up on me."The first thing I remember is the feeling of sinking into black. I suppose that was me dying. Then I remember hearing one of the doctors saying 'he is alive'."He said: "I was in hospital a total of six weeks. I am now totally healed, have no brain injury which is pretty unheard of for what I have come through."Andrew admitted he had not believed in God."I am not a Christian nor a church-goer but I do believe this is a miracle. I know it was God who saved me."I am going to change my life now this has happened because I have been given a second chance."Last night the Rev Stephen Williamson from Ballywillan Presbyterian Church – who once worked in divine healing – said he did not want to comment specifically on Andrew's injuries because he had no personal knowledge of it.He said: "Miracles can happen. No miracles on that scale have happened in my experience. But I have contacts all around the world who report incredible things happening. If you read through the New Testament amazing things were happening and God has not changed but what may have changed along the way is our expectation."Even the fact we are talking about a miracle it is something out of the ordinary. Not the normal way that God would work. It is something beyond our understanding whether it happened medically or spiritually."To say that God cannot do that would be wrong because that limits what God is.
We believe that God is all powerful and therefore quite capable of bringing something back from the dead but it is not something that happens normally.”Last night, a spokeswoman from the Royal Victoria Hospital said: “We can confirm this man was a recent patient in intensive care.” She declined to comment on his injuries.
The Belfast News Letter
Wednesday, 18 June 2008
The French existentialist Jean-Paul Sartre was sitting in a cafe when a waitress approached him: "Can I get you something to drink, Monsieur Sartre?"
Sartre replied, "Yes, I'd like a cup of coffee with sugar, but no cream".
Nodding agreement, the waitress walked off to fill the order and Sartre returned to working. A few minutes later, however, the waitress returned and said, "I'm
sorry, Monsieur Sartre, we are all out of cream -- how about with no milk?"
<< This picture should reveal a man playing a saxophone and a young woman!
1. A murderer is condemned to death. He has to choose between three rooms. The first is full of raging fires, the second is full of assassins with loaded guns, and the third is full of lions that haven't eaten in 3 years. Which room is safest for him?
Say the words aloud and then the colour as fast as you can, you willprobably fluff a few words as your brain strains to alternate between its left and right side! >>
2. What is black when you buy it, red when you use it, and grey when you throw it away?
3 Can you name three consecutive days without using the words Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, or Sunday?
4. This is an unusual paragraph. I'm curious how quickly you can find out what is so unusual about it. It looks so plain you would think nothing was wrong with it. In fact, nothing is wrong with it! It is unusual though. Study it, and think about it, but you still may not find anything odd. But if you work at it a bit, you might find out.
Apparently there are nine people concealed in this picture...spot six and your average get all nine and open up your own private-eye service! >>
Tuesday, 17 June 2008
from... THE ANCIENT SAGE
Thou canst not prove the Nameless, O my son,
Nor canst thou prove the world thou movest in,
Thou canst not prove that thou art body alone,
Nor canst thou prove that thou art spirit alone,
Nor canst thou prove that thou art both in one:
Thou canst not prove thou art immortal, no
Nor yet that thou art mortal—nay my son,
Thou canst not prove that I, who speak with thee,
Am not thyself in converse with thyself,
For nothing worthy proving can be proven,
Nor yet disproven: wherefore thou be wise,
Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt,
And cling to Faith beyond the forms of Faith
She reels not in the storm of warring words,
She brightens at the clash of ‘Yes’ and ‘No’,
She sees the Best that glimmers thro’ the Worst,
She feels the Sun is hid but for a night,
She spies the summer thro’ the winter bud,
She tastes the fruit before the blossom falls,
She hears the lark within the songless egg,
She finds the fountain where they wail’d ‘Mirage’!
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Saturday, 14 June 2008
Friday, 13 June 2008
Miracles on faiths demand…
The lame are walking and the blind see
Touched by a tattooed hand.
Through his lips secrets revealed
The very spot in which you ache
By Divine knowledge imparted
Yours for the asking just reach and take.
Oh the glory oh Gods glory
Drips like honey from heavens throne
Those below are rapt in awe
Lifting hands and hearts to God.
My heart and head strain to believe
That Gods spirit has come as fire,
Seeing these strange acts unfold
Searching out my true hearts desire.
As Gamaliel said long ago
This is either God or man
The one will surely one day fold
And the other will forever stand.
Can any good thing come out of Nazareth ?
They said before of the King of Kings,
We need to look beyond the visible
To lay hold of Godly things.
Like David young and small selected
To fight Goliaths mighty power,
The little lad with stone and sling
Was Gods anointed for that hour.
Or Moses stuttering with passions stirred
Who killed a man in a fit of rage
Was chosen by God above all his peers
To free His people and see His face.
We dare not despise what God calls clean
We are not in the place to judge
Only the Shepherd knows His sheep
Only He will bring them home.
Lord above melt my heart
Remove all stony soil of doubt
Breathe your warmth and fire within
To cast all sin and hardness out.
Tuesday, 10 June 2008
The origins of the Park stretches back to the 19th. century, 1877 to be precise when it was opened in memory of Richard Russell a prominent businessman of the time, so for the last two hundred years it has been an oasis of retreat from the din and commerce of the city. On this afternoon, the lawns and benches are festooned with workers from the nearby offices indulging in a little solar therapy on their lunch hour…large groups of students congregate squat legged in circles between throws of a Frisbee …old men saunter along the meandering paths walking their dogs…children playing ball and toddlers taking first tentative steps as daisies press between their toes…proud grannies wheeling their children’s offspring out in the blaze of the summer sun, babies peering out from under large floppy bonnets.
The hum of distant traffic only accentuates the liberating feeling of escape in this tranquil landscape as the words of an old John Denver song seems to waft in the very air…“Find yourself a piece of grassy ground…Lay down close your eyes…Find yourself and maybe loose yourself…While your free spirit flies…” Here is summer at full throttle, the sound of children at play, the thud thud of a bouncing ball, the swishing of the stately trees in the gentle summer wind and the general feeling of health and well-being permeating the very atmosphere in this distillation of time and space!
Once again the Park has drawn to itself its native citizens…the people ! Lured from the hard streets to this pastoral island which is truly ,on this June afternoon, the Peoples Park !
Saturday, 7 June 2008
WORDS LIVED !
Unlike Oprah's half-hearted speech Ruth backed up these high sentiments with concrete action and refused to abandon her aged mother-in-law. Jewish tradition says that Orpah turned back just four miles outside of Moab and that she shed only four tears over the thought of parting from her mother-in-law Naomi. But the rabbis go on to say that in recompense for the four miles that she went with Naomi, Orpah gave birth to four sons - Goliath and his three brothers ! How different was to be faithful Ruth's fate ! Ruth by her act of obedience and selflessness earned her place in the genealogical line of the Messiah,Jesus. The King James in just five words succinctly records the place of Ruth the Moabitess in the blood line of Jesus of Nazareth…“Boaz begot Obed of Ruth…” (Matthew 1:5) What seemed back in Moab like a small act of fidelity from a daughter-in-law towards her late husbands mother, became in the fullness of time a pivotal link in the chain of events which would usher in a Saviour for the world. There are no small decisions, each day we choose a path that may have eternal consequences. The Scripture adjures us to make wise choices and Joshua challenges us to “Choose this day whom you will serve.?” (Joshua 14:25) Our answer to that particular request will have reprecussions not just here but for eternity !
Wednesday, 4 June 2008
HIS FIRST CONFESSION
A parish priest was being honoured at a dinner on the twenty- fifth anniversary of his arrival in that parish. A leading local politician, who was a member of the congregation, was chosen to make the presentation and give a little speech at the dinner, but he was delayed in traffic, so the priest decided to say his own few words while they waited. "You will understand," he said, "the seal of the confessional, can never be broken. However, I got my first impressions of the parish from the first confession I heard here. I can only hint vaguely about this, but when I came here twenty-five years ago I thought I had been assigned to a terrible place. The very first chap who entered my confessional told me how he had stolen a television set, and when stopped by the police, had almost murdered the officer. Further, he told me he had stolen money from his parents, embezzled money from his place of business, had an affair with his boss's wife, and taken illegal drugs. I was appalled. But as the days went on I knew that my people were not all like that, and I had indeed come to a fine parish full of understanding and loving people." Just as the priest finished his talk, the politician arrived full of apologies at being late. He immediately began to make the presentation and give his talk. "I'll never forget the first day our parish priest arrived in this parish," said the politician. "In fact, I had the honour of being the first one to go to him for confession."
Tuesday, 3 June 2008
King David and King Solomon
Led merry, merry lives,
With many, many lady friends
And many, many wives;
But when old age crept over them,
With many, many qualms,
King Solomon wrote the Proverbs,
And King David wrote the Psalms.