Dick shared this Veteran's Day tribute to one of our comedic saints!
Creator of glory, all seasons Thy story, the roses, the rivers, the ridges, Thy mirth. The straining of power, of eons each hour, all heavens o'er meadows, old sight of rebirth. The weeping in willows, all children in pillows, all valleys, all oceans, Thy spaces of birth. Thy blossoms unfolding, all angels beholding, with morning and darkness renewing Thy earth. In quaking and thunder, when life breaks asunder, in pain and in sorrow, all death is Thy door. Thy table of prizes in daily surprises, our souls only feasting Thy treasure and store. Through silence and wonder our spirits would ponder, a sight of the brightness which saints now adore. Thy love comes escaping while watching and waiting, our hearts overflowing adore Thee, adore. Thy beauty so tender, we live in Thy splendor, O send us the life of the lamb on the throne. Come, visit our tables, our castles and stables, till nothing and no one be ever alone. Come, father, come mother, come, sister, come, brother, the cup is o'er flowing, the harvest is done. Rise up, O partaker! Give praise to the Maker! The banquet is set in the midst of the Son!
In the pure, strong hours of the morning, when the soul of the day is at its best, lean upon the window sill of God and look into his face, and get the orders for the day. Then go out into the day with the sense of a Hand upon your shoulder and not a chip. - E. Stanley Jones
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Hymns/Praise Songs: Give Thanks; Forever
Sunday's Anthem: Canticle of Thanksgiving - Dale Wood (#304)
St. Peter is checking IDs at the Pearly Gates, and first comes a Texan. “Tell me, what have you done in life?” says St. Peter. The Texan says, “Well, I struck oil, so I became rich, but I didn’t sit on my laurels—I divided all my money among my entire family in my will, so our descendants are all set for about three generations.” St. Peter says, “That’s quite something. Come on in. Next!” The second guy in line has been listening, so he says, “I struck it big in the stock market, but I didn’t selfishly just provide for my own like that Texan guy. I donated five million to Save the Children.” “Wonderful!” says Saint Peter. “Come in. Who’s next?” The third guy has been listening and says timidly with a downcast look, “Well, I only made five thousand dollars in my entire lifetime.” “Heavens!” says St. Peter. “What instrument did you play?