Daily Archives: July 27, 2014

Chinese Christians Fight Govt to Keep Crosses

2014_07 Chinese govt removing crosses

Chinese Christians Clash With Police Over Church Cross – July 21, 2014

Chinese Christians see Bible for the first time

Chinese Christians Fight Government To Keep Their Crosses On Their Churches By Didi Tang- July 25, 2014

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Hokusai meets Cookie Monster

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Fall together? No thanks!

Let’s embrace an economic patriotism that says we rise or fall together, as one nation.” ~President Barack Obama, July 26, 2014

July 26, 2014: President Obama’s Weekly Address


  • That’s not economic patriotism; that’s Socialism. And no thank you.
  • For “economic patriotism” read: “Shut up and let me finish making this country over in Marx’s image.”
  • How does “falling together” help any nation, or any individual?
  • So failure is an option, but things will be just fine as long as we’re doing it together?
  • I rise and fall on my own merits. Others can rise and fall on theirs.
  • You can fall alone with your socialist agendas.
  • How about you let the people rise and we will continue to watch you fall.
  • “Togetherness” from the man who has done more to divide this country than anyone else in our history.


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Debtmageddon and the Do Nothing Democrat Senate

2014_07 332 bills stuck in the Senate

Among the bills blockaded by Harry Reid’s Senate are any and every attempt made by the Republican House to pass a budget (as required by law) and/or curb the runaway spending that is fast bringing on DebtmageddonHave you see the Debt Clock lately?

2014_07 27 Debt Clock



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Question for Mindful Webworker

… or anyone else with the expertise to answer honestly.  I just saw this video at Facebook and am wondering if there are any signs of photoshopping.  It would be really neat if it’s legit, but I don’t know enough (read: anything) about video photoshopping to assess that possibility.  Thanks.


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A profoundly wise meditation on life

Learning from Bodies


“I have now spent a lot of time with other people’s bodies—very old bodies and very new bodies, severely disabled, sick, or just plain worn-out bodies, bodies in labor, bodies that are well and strong, and the bodies left behind by death. Looking back, I realize that changing my mind about abortion was actually one of the least significant steps toward becoming truly pro-life. There are things that can be learned—can be said—only in the language of bodies. There is a specific wisdom to be gained through the experience of being with actual people: their actual pregnancies, illnesses, births, and deaths. And many of the lessons that bodies teach can barely be translated into words.”

Read the rest at http://www.firstthings.com/article/2014/08/learning-from-bodies

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The Angel in Running Shorts, by Janice Rice

Angel Glacier Jasper Natl Park Canada postcard

The Angel in Running Shorts, by Janice Rice

Few things in my childhood were more fun than getting together with my cousins from Canada. One summer break, when I was about eight years old, we traveled to the “Great White North” to visit my relatives. We decided to take a day hike to Jasper National Park in Alberta to see the glaciers.

Our older cousins and my brother Chris and I took off ahead of our parents along a snow-packed trail up into the mountains. We ran a good mile or two up the path. An iced-over lake was to the right of the path.

We stopped for a breather and scanned the frozen surface next to us. “I want to go ice skating,” one cousin said.

“Me too,” said another. “But the ice might crack,” my brother said. “How do you know it can hold you?”

“We’ll just have to test it, that’s all,” someone else reasoned. “Who’s the smallest one here?” I volunteered. I was the smallest one, so who else should test the ice, but me? Not only was I a bit of a show-off, I was also the youngest in the group and felt the constant need to be accepted.

As my cousins and big brother cheered me on, I slid one tentative foot onto the ice. It was holding. I slid my foot out a bit farther and stepped off the snowy pathway onto the ice. I inched out still farther, waved, and yelled, “Come on, you guys, it’s—” Then I screamed as I broke through the cracking ice into freezing water.

A thousand needles seemed to pierce my skin through my clothing as I sank into the glacial runoff. I was already in water too deep for me to touch bottom. My drenched clothes clung to me, weighing me down. I hung onto the edge of the broken ice.

“Help!” I pleaded with my cousins and brother on shore. “Help me out!” “We can’t, Janice! We’ll fall through,” one cousin yelled back to me.

Even as scared as I was, I could see the terror in their eyes. I spun around in the water, clawing at the rough icy surface,  trying to grab hold of anything to pull myself out. The ice kept breaking around me into a wider circle.

The more I tried to climb out, the bigger the hole of broken ice became. “Help! Somebody, help!” I screamed, bitterly cold and desperate. “I can’t hold on much longer!”

No adults were around. My cousins and brother wouldn’t leave me but they couldn’t help me either. Just then, a man wearing running shorts and a tank top came around the corner. He must really be cold with no long pants on, I thought.

The man ran to where my cousins and brother stood. He didn’t stop, but he slowed down and walked out onto the ice. He leaned over and grabbed me under the arms.

I stared, unable to believe he was standing on the ice. He dragged me out of the broken hole and back to the pathway. He stood me on my feet. “Are you all right?” he asked. Despite being soaked and totally chilled, I nodded. He backed up a few steps.

I was soaked and began shivering and shaking uncontrollably. My brother and cousins sprang into action, huddled around me and offered me their clothes. The runner sternly looked from one child to another. “Don’t go out there again.” All of us shook our heads. “I won’t ever do that again,” I said.” I promise.” The others also assured the man that they wouldn’t go out on the ice.

The runner smiled, turned, and took off running up the snowy path. He left me standing with the others, dripping wet, in shock, but alive. We all stared after the runner in disbelief. Then reality hit us.

“He walked on the ice,” my brother said. “He . . . he didn’t break through the ice,” my cousin said. “How did he walk out there?” another cousin asked. “Janice broke through and she’s the smallest.”

They tried to figure it out but I stopped them with my frantic plea. “I’m freezing to death!” My wet clothes clung to me and were so heavy I had trouble walking. The rough, frozen denim scratched my legs like a million bee stings as I shuffled back to the path and toward my parents. Painful knots in my muscles took over as I put one foot in front of the other.

They temporarily forgot about the runner and helped me get back to our family. I reached my parents with crunchy, frozen hair. My clothes had rubbed my skin raw while I walked. Dad grabbed my icy hand in his and led me back to the car to find dry clothes. I didn’t have to stick around for the scolding the mothers gave my brother and cousins.

“Dad,” I said, through chattering teeth, “know what?”

“What, Janice?” he said hurriedly, trying to get me to warmth and safety.

“A man saved me,” I said.


My dad kept moving me along at a good clip. I wanted him to carry me because I was so tired and cold, but he forced me to walk to keep me warm. “Yes,” I continued. “A man in running shorts sa-sa-sa-saved me.” My teeth chattered.

“A man in running shorts? Are you sure?”

“He walked right out on the ice and pu-pu-pulled me out.”

“But you broke through,” my dad said, staring at me.

“Yes, kinda crazy, huh?”

I don’t remember much else about that day except that the kids weren’t allowed to run ahead anymore. We eventually saw the source of the glacier we were looking for, but I was to stay only for a few minutes after my long hike.

The name of the glacier we visited in Jasper National Park is called the Angel Glacier. I’ll never forget that adventure.

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