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Quote of the Day

Saturday, January 08, 2005


"The higher the hill, the stronger the wind:
so the loftier the life,the stronger the
enemy's temptations"

John Wycliffe


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More Furry Frolics

A game two can play!

You have to admire his cheek!

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Talented Pet


"A cat may go to a monastery,
but she still remains a cat"
Ethiopian proverb
That would be the rockabilly kitty!

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The Dark Room

Friday, January 07, 2005
Hmm.... well, quizzes and fun is one thing. Not into puter games, never have been, but I do like the odd flash animation and have been known to make a few meself. But The Dark Room is a mystery of a different kind. As unless it comes with instructions, (which it don't seem to) I have no a clue what to do with it. But think if looking at and trying to figure it out for long, I would leave "The Dark Room" and need a padded room!


Try it yourself. Click here
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5 AM

So, its five AM. Still awake, tick tock, tick tock, 23 hours now. i've taken extra pain meds and will be pretty miserable till they kick in, that's even if they do kick in. I would like to say I'm going to do something profound. But, I'm not. I'm going to go on my bed and put the TV on, which is something I avoid during the normal run of things as much as possible. But tonite, the Spirits willing, but the flesh is weak.
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Seeing Christ in Glory

Thursday, January 06, 2005
I sometimes wonder when being what may seem flippant about life and death, how that seems to others, especially those that I know care for and about me. As no one knows when there time will come, yet some of us know for sure, that the time we expected will be shortened. And often behind the flippancy there is uncertainty, and not at times untainted with a little fear. The flippancy often hides a multitude of emotions and questions that really don't ave an answer. The laughter can often hide a river of tears. And I also wondere too, how it seems to those, who may be dealing with life and death issues themselves, or with loved ones.

I heard of a Candian friends husband passing into glory yesterday, and by all accounts during his illness being victorious in faith to the end. I didn't know Grant Soles yet through an act of providence putting me back in touch with his wife, was honoured to be asked to pray for him and the Soles family. My heart goes out to the Soles, at this time.

And when something or someone weighs heavy upon our hearts and/or minds, words feel useless and inadquate. But I found this by Johnathon Edwards, and thought now was an appropriate time to blog it:


The saints in heaven shall see and converse with Christ.
They shall see him, as appearing in his glorified human nature, with their bodily eyes; and this will be a most glorious sight. The loveliness of Christ as thus appearing will be a most ravishing thing to them; for though the bodies of the saints shall appear with an exceeding beauty and glory, yet the body of Christ will without doubt immensely surpass them, as much as the brightness of the sun does that of the stars. The glorified body of Christ will be the masterpiece of all God’s workmanship the whole material universe. There shall be in his glorious countenance the manifestations of his glorious spiritual perfections, his majesty, his holiness, his surpassing grace, and love, and meekness. The eye will never be wearied with beholding this glorious sight. When Christ was transfigured in the mount, Peter was for making three tabernacles, that Christ, and Moses, and Elijah might remain there, and that the heavenly vision might never come to an end.Job looked forward to this sight of Christ, and comforted himself with the thoughts of it, when he said, “For I know that my Redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth: and though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God: whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another.” This will be the most glorious object that the saints will ever see with their bodily eyes. And there will be far more happiness redounding to the beholders from this sight than from any other; yea, the eyes of the glorified body will be given chiefly that the saints may behold this sight.

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LOL..ahem

How to settle an argument


Well, sorry, this made me lol. I have no idea why, okay so I have a strange sense of humour, but it DID!!



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Quote of the Day



"Just as no one can go to hell or heaven for me,
so no one can believe for me and so no one can
open or close heaven or hell for me,
and no one can drive me either to believe
or disbelieve."

Doc Martin, my good bud
(Martin Luther)


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Any Volunteers?

That when I pop my cloggs off this mortal coil, and go into the next life, that one of you, who are still here, have my brain put into your body? Now there's an offer you can't refuse!!!

Brain Transplants


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New Year Resolutions

Wednesday, January 05, 2005
There is a site here to make a contract with for New Years Resolutions. I didn't do it myself, tho did look at it. But you can only choose I think it was five or six resolutions. I was just looking at the list of Johnathon Edwards Resolutions, and picked out a few I would like to achieve.

For the complete list of Johnathon Edwards Resolutions, click here

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You've heard of Napster

But What about Dogster?


Why Dogster?

We are dog freaks and computer geeks who wanted a canine sharing application that's truly gone to the dogs. Such a site didn't exist, so we built it ourselves.
The fluffy love is backed with serious technology and several years of coding experience under our collars. Dogster has since become more contagious than kennel cough. Dogster

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Cyborg Name Generator

Tuesday, January 04, 2005
This was almost uncanny!! I may be a physical wreck, but are a mean kicking and yelling machine!!!


Generate your own:

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Dirty doin's @houseofWindsor

And tho a paradoy, tragically, its also true.

They may be centuries apart, and yet they had many similarities.





Catherine of Aragon, King Henry Viii first wife, and Diana, Princess of Wales.

Catherine first of all was married to Henry's older brother, who by rights should have succeeded to the thone upon the present King's death. But Arthur, Henry's brother, died within a short time of marrying catherine. The french bride, was a stranger in a foreign land. And then, when Prince Henry was eleven, she was promised in betrothal to this mere boy. Now if this don't beat all the foreign religions for arranged marriages I dunno what does. Catherine became a baby machine. Ten pregnancies in as many years, only one child of which survived. Poor woman. Fancy being remembered in part as giving birth to someone who turned out like Bloody Mary! But, King Henry, occassionally read his Bible. And in leviticus 20;21

21And if a man shall take his brother's wife, it is an unclean thing: he hath uncovered his brother's nakedness; they shall be childless.

and he was convinced this was the reason why Catherine had not given him a son, which to him was as good as being childless, so he sought to divorce her on grounds of them never being legally married in the eyes of God. The popish pope at this point actually damned Henry to hell...hmmm... strange, I thought only God could do that. But when the hearing came, and both Henry and his French wife were to be heard, she played to the crowd and knew exactly how to present herself as a victim, and it swung the day for her and held sway for a little while. And of course, by this time, good ole King Henry, was already in love with Anne Boleyn, and he twisted Scripture to his own ends, to legally get his marriage from Catherine as never having been legal. Eventually it was orf with her head! And meanwhile, tho Catherine was a strong Roman Catholic, she was more sincere in piety and so forth than Anne Boleyn, who was both cunning and clever. Her friends described her as a pious woman who was very Spiritually minded. Oh yeah. When the Reformation started and the 'new" religion was formed, Ole Annie get your gun, saw this as her and Henry's chance to get the marriage to Catherine annulled and void. So, we have good ole making out to be pious annie get your gun, twisting the Bible for her own ends, we have good ole King Henry, decieved by his lusts and as much a tryant as the pope, and we have catherine, the wronged party, a catholic, in quiet solitude, almost imprisonment, (they actually tried to get her to join a nunnery!!) writing letter and praying in what seemed a sincere heart, and her main concern was for that of her daughter, young blood mary, (hey I think I just invented a new drink) who was being tyranized and humilated by her loving step mother Annie get your gun. Whew! Anne Boleyn probably has much more to answer for, for how mary turned out, than her natural mother. And the English people hated Annie get your gun, but they just loved Catherine.

Right...lets swing forward to the 20the century.

We have a dippy prince who talks to plants, and is a right mommys boy. He's middle aged, and tho for many years had a string of different women pursuing him... he is in his 40's and still single... so no heir to the throne. Diana Spencer, played with the younger royal children when they were kids, and was well known by the palace, and probably more a friend of Andrew when young, cos they were nearer in age. But,... a lightening bolt!! Prince Charles suddenly asks this shy, awkward young woman to marry him. And hey presto.. a romance is born. A romance destined for heartbreak, tragedy and doom. So, the romance kicks off, and the media chase is on. But everyone is asking...why would a charming young woman like Diana, ever want to marry a jug eared old fuddy duddy like Charlie boy? well, no one really knows that, but its pretty safe to say, she was young, impressed, somewhat naieve, and didn't see the dastardly doings and dirty goings on that lay ahead. And most people do believe too, she did actually love him. They married. And had been married less than a hundred days and she fell pregnant. William, the heir to charles was born. A few years later, another child also a boy, so she'd really done exactly what was required of her. Be a baby machine to produce a royal male heir. now all the time that Big ears, was courting Diana, he was also seeing his bit of fluff, well actually you can't call her a bit of fluff..lets call her the ole nag on account or her likeing for horses. Even before he married Diana the love of his life was Camilla Parker Bowles, who incidentally, was married herself. Through Diana's pregnancies her royal duty if ever there was one, Charles was finding pleasure elsewhere fulfilling his lust. And Diana, was aware of this, and she felt totally abandoned, out of her depth and at times suicidal. She even threw herself down the stairs right in front of Charles just to try and get him to notice her. She became bullimic to theh point of it had carried on she could have died within a short time. She was utterly, thoroughly miserable, the only lights in her life being her two children whom she adored. Eventually, because of Diana's insecurites and often tantrums, Charles exclaimed he "could not stand to be in the same room as that bloody woman" Excuse the French, but seeing as the future king of England said it, maybe its only half french. So they went there separeate ways. Diana after many long tears, found also the true love of her life. And she was not perfect by any means. But part of her popularity was her humanity as well as her great, great compassion. The British people loved her. More than any other royal of that day, even tho she only married into them. They adored her. Then the love of Diana's life happened to be a muslim, dodi AlFayed. And tho she and Charles were divorced, she was still the future King, (William's) mother, and that would not go down well at court, that the princess of wales was in love and may possibly marry a muslim. So, the official version is they were both killed in a car crash while fleeing from the Paparazi. But her fate in my and many others opinion, was a greaty royal cover up of furthe dirty dealings and goings on, and her death, was likely not very much different for where the responsibility lay, as that of Catherine of Aragon. And the British people to this day, still remember Diana, lovingly and with fondness, but we really can't stand the ole nag at any price. If Charles ever succeeds to the throne, whether the British people will accept her as his queen, is quite debatable, but its such a sore point, that they may not even try to go for it, and Charles, if King, as Head of the Chruch of England, can carry on his relationship with her, as he undoubtedly will, outside of the covenant of marriage.

And no one complain abut the length... regular visitors will know I've wanted to post some of my conspiracy theory for a while.

And if my blog suddenly disappears, and I do too, at least I got the info out there first, and first place to look for me, will be the Tower of london!
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The Bar Is Open



Select the ingredients you have in your bar
from this rather large list of ingredients.
This list is created from all ingredients
used in more than one or two drinks.

When you finish your selection, go to
the bottom of the page and click the
"Generate List of Drinks" button.
The Webtender will then generate a
list of all drinks possible to make
from your selection of ingredients.
If you click "Pick Random", one of
the drinks you can make will be
selected for you.
You can also set how accurate the
match should be. The accuracy is
measured in number of ingredients
you miss to make a drink.


No drunks on my blog! But I will let you have access to a virtual bar. I have no idea what all these boozy ingredients are...except, you can probably get drunk on 'em. And someone bring coke too, I get thirsty too and are a coke totaller!! The WebTender I will make your drinks, you bring the ingredients and decide after clicking on the link what you want. Have never mixed a drink or cocktail in my life before, but are not easily shaken, but quite easily stirred up, so should be fine!!

Am almost virtually drunk!




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Defend Those Furry Critters!

Monday, January 03, 2005
Isn't the New Year, a time when little furry defencelss animals are left, wanting, often starving and need adopting. Unwanted Christmas presents that are now just a useless messy puppy or something. I always used to get my dogs at this time of year, if I had to get another one. As it seemed the time when pets at least here are in biggest need. The animal shelters are normally so innundatd they can barely cope. So, since I am not in a position right now to go rescue a puppy.... tho I would LOVE to. Y'all can play along with me, this game of 'Animal Rescue"





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Interview with Susan Sarandon

I noticed yesterday there was a TV proggie on the BBC put out there as Being "religious" and "Spiritual" in content. And out of curiosity, I videoed it. Its called Heaven and Earth I have never seen such piffle, balderdash and poppycock, and open liberalism put out there as having any connection with the God of the Bible. Its six am Monday Morning and have just watched it. Susan Sarandon was on it being interviewed. I must be the only person I know to never have seen Thelma and Louise, tho I did see "Dead Man Walking" But, I transcribed the interview with S.S. And this was how it went:



SS: I'm certainly not a traditional catholic. I was raised a catholic but after examining other religions they all look so alike at basic-- its just when they become institutionalized and used for political purposes that they start to veer off into other areas.

Q: Are you a Spiritual person?

SS: Oh, yeah, I'd say I'm a spiritual person but clearly I would be considered a bad catholic for lots of reasons. My view is a broader view.

Q: Can you explain that to me? What do you actually believe?

SS: I believe in divinity of every living thing. In other words that we have to be aware and have an innate responsibility to help those less fortunate. I believe in justice and equality and in all the things that I think Christ talked about as that time when He loved those people that were outside the system."

Q: Do you believe in God?

SS: She's probably up there somewhere, you know, but she's probably in all of us. I don't think its one person up there. I think this God question is so much bigger to think that we would put on God our petty system of Heaven and Hell to me doesn't seem right. I think its a much bigger question, and that the love of God is much more forgiving. I'm certainly not a believer in a wrathful God at all.


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An incredible wit...or...

Sunday, January 02, 2005

An Incredible Twit?

I've always felt one of the greatest gifts on this earth, is the gift of laughter. As long as I could make someone smile today, any day, then life had meaning. There's nothing quite like seeing someone downcast or blue, and you say something vaguely amusing to see there lips part and brow lift and there old worn face suddenly is alive again, if only for the moment.

I'm one of those people who alot of the time, can be one hundred per cent happy, but if not, are one hundred per cent unhappy, often with no middle way. And yet even when one hundred per cent unhappy my sense of humour always seems to be on automatic pilot ready to send a flash out, as its kind of inbuilt. And think this dark sense of humour is what sustained me through the years. And often in the past would go to any lengths to cause a ripple of laughter for somone. And over the years people have called me an incredible wit, and yet truth is, I'm more of an incredible twit.

When God first came onto my horizon in a meaningful way, I was sure He was going to be a spoil sport and stop all or any fun i wanted to have. Even the thought of having to answer to someone seemed an act of putting a dampener on life. And I remember thinking, sinning is going to be no fun any more. See? An incredible twit. And my lifes nowhere near sinless, its not even anywhere near as sinless as I would like it to be, and in many ways with constant affliction life could seem, dull, dreary, not worth having. And yet Job Said, "The Lord Gives, and The Lord takes away. Blessed is the name of the LORD." And its true. God does take away, and yet He more than gives in return. I have a hard job to reconcile the loss of my health sometimes, in the scale of things, especially when one sees almost in every place whether inside the church or outside, peoples lives going merrily on by comparison. But mostly, the fun in life has not ebbed away. And not been taken, and yes, I do still sometimes think I wish life was more fun, and yet the greatest gift of all, is God Himself. And if I can make someone smile today, even if its one of those days when feeling dead inside, this is often all the proof need, to know, that however desperate things feel, my life is still worth something.

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The Bag of Aflliction

And ye have forgotten the exhortation, which speaketh unto you as unto children, My son, despise not thou the chastening of the Lord, nor faint when thou art rebuked of him. For whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth, and scourgeth every son whom he receiveth. If ye endure chastening, God dealeth with you as with Sons: for what son is he whom the father chasteneth not? But if ye be without chastisement, whereof all are partakers, then are ye bastards, and not sons. Furthermore, we have had fathers of our flesh, which corrected us, and we gave them reverence: shall we not much rather be in subjection to the Father of spirits, and live? For they verily for a few days chastened us after their own pleasure, but he for our profit, that we might be partakers of his holiness. Now no chastening for the present seemeth to be joyous, but grievous: nevertheless, afterward it yieldeth the peaceable fruit of righteousness unto them which are exercised thereby. — HEB. XII. 5-11.

"I tell you from the LORD, there is gold within; look in this bag, the bag of affliction; count over all the gold which the LORD has given you in this affliction, and then you will be quiet. If a mercy be taken away from you, consider the burden that is taken away too. If a misery come, consider the mercy that comes with it. Labour ever, labour to see both together, as well what is for you as what is against you; then you will never be much discouraged, althought your affliction be never so great." Lifting up of the Downcast--William Bridge.


11Why are you cast down, O my soul,
and why are you in turmoil within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
my salvation and my God.
Psalm 42
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The Beer Church

The Beer church is based on the mode of thought that all people are basically good, (despite the fact that the Bible singuarly teaches about the depravity of mankind) and all want to help make the world a better place to live in. So, because people like to party and have fun, the beer church sees themselves as the end justifying the means in getting people in there.

Whether its God-honouring and worshipful, or not, is another matter.

And for $15 you can become an ordained beer minister!

Its sure a long way, from Coffee mornings and fellowship that most people recognize. But won't say more than that, for fear of offending.

Incidentally, the theory of the ends justifying the means, was what the popish church used actually with quite commendable motives to turn the pagan sun-god festival of Saturnalia into what we know now as Christmas. There motives may have been commendable, but I don't think Christianizing pagansm can justly be qualified as the end justifying the means.

I want realease from my suffering, often. The only way to achieve this, in a time frame to suit would be to kill myself. The end would not justify the means, as I may find release from my suffering, but still die in an act of sin.
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Words...


I wish I could say properly what its on my heart right now. Yet for the most, i seem incapable of expressing the hollowness, shallowness and pain I feel, at life and circumstances, and the hand I've been dealt. I try to pray, and I can't. Books may as well be in a foreign language, and there's a milion thought and feelings and sorrows all running around my head, and a longing for peace and a way out of this what seems like a hopeless, wasted, life.

So, the words to the song playing here right now, says it pretty much. Elton John, I quite like his older stuff. And yet his "What do I have to do to make you love me? What do I have to do to make you care?" in the song, seems to be the question directed at God right now.
Sometimes circumstances can be so adverse, we are afraid to go to Him, in case they get worse, and it seems a hopless situation.
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A new Years Eve Poem

Since the thoughts about an uncaring world, as referenced in the blog about the earthquake in Asia referenced, has been on my mind, (suchas it is) and how anyone who may be different for whatever reason, is somehow an outcast from the rest of the world, i found this poem by Robert William Service which seemed appropriate.

"Rouse up, old man, it's twelve o'clock. You can't sleep here, you know. Say! ain't you got no sentiment? Lift up your muddled head;Have a drink to the glad New Year, a drop before you go -- You darned old dirty hobo . . . My God! Here, boys! He's DEAD!"


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