|Posted by redstagacres on September 17, 2014 at 11:00 AM||comments (0)|
"Only one life, t'will soon be past; only what's done for Christ will last."
C T Studd, British cricketer and missionary pioneer
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ABOUT MY GIANT . . . (A Pullet's Perspective)
By M.K. Gilbert
My giant's quite predictable!
He always serves me morn's and eve's
With choicest grains delectable,
Provides clear water, then he leaves.
Who knows from whence returns each day,
This servant's not dependable!
If I could speak I'd have my way
'N tell him he's expendable.
He'll often hold me in his hand
To smooth and stroke my plumage bright
Then sets me down where I can stand
To scratch and search for small delights.
One day he thought he was in charge;
That time I suffered horrid rinse,
With soap and wet in tub so large -
Ne'er been so angry 'fore or since!
Then after toweling, out to dry,
And gave but day or two to rest.
Next came a tedious trip, but why?
He knew I'd miss my homey nest.
At length arrived to such a clamor!
So many Kings and Queens of fowl,
Each laying claim for tops in glamour,
'Twas difficult to hide a scowl.
A white-robed giant came around
To peer and poke and spread my wings.
I thought he'd never set me down
And go about some better things.
First right, then left, on down the aisle,
Exam'ning birds in every cage.
Odd, marking coop cards all the while,
He labored long for paltry wage.
This beast returned for second look,
To squint, to nudge, to nod his head.
And then he peeked inside a book,
But "Best of Class" was all he said.
They moved me to a shorter row
'Mid stares and grunts with cameras flashing.
Then servant-giant said, "Time to go,"
And homeward bound we soon were dashing.
I'm quite perplexed what happened there,
But I am treated fairly swell
With tender morsels, some to share,
And winter's home in which to dwell.
|Posted by redstagacres on September 21, 2013 at 3:25 PM||comments (3)|
QUOTE OF THE CENTURY. Some people have the vocabulary to sum up
things in a way you can understand them. This quote came from the
Czech Republic. Someone over there has it figured out.
“The danger to America is not Barack Obama but a citizenry capable of
entrusting a man like him with the Presidency. It will be far easier
to limit and undo the follies of an Obama presidency than to restore
the necessary common sense and good judgment to a depraved electorate
willing to have such a man for their president.
The problem is much deeper and far more serious than Mr. Obama, who is a mere symptom of
what ails America. Blaming the prince of the fools should not blind
anyone to the vast confederacy of fools that made him their prince.
The Republic can survive a Barack Obama, who is, after all, merely a
fool. It is less likely to survive a multitude of fools such as those
who made him their president.”
|Posted by redstagacres on September 10, 2013 at 9:35 AM||comments (0)|
1 The fool says in his heart,
“There is no God.”
They are corrupt, and their ways are vile;
there is no one who does good.
2 God looks down from heaven
on all mankind
to see if there are any who understand,
any who seek God.
3 Everyone has turned away, all have become corrupt;
there is no one who does good,
not even one.
4 Do all these evildoers know nothing?
|Posted by redstagacres on December 20, 2011 at 6:55 PM||comments (0)|
Received December 2011 from our good friend Jim Fegan, retired engineer and pastor.
A Christmas Prayer
Most gracious God, we are bound for Bethlehem and we come with gratitude that you are ever with us as we journey. Help us as we travel to stay on the path and keep us focused on the purpose of our mission. We confess that in the busyness of this season, we stray from the holy day and concentrate instead on the holiday. So we would ask that you guide us.
As we put up our Christmas lights, might we be reminded of your light. Grant us the patience to pause in our task and bask in the promise of the star we follow. As we trim our trees, let us take time to share the treasured memories of family gatherings so that it is your love that decorates our homes. As we shop for gifts, keep us mindful of the birth-day we celebrate and the gift we are given in the manger. When we bake cookies and make candy, let us stir in forgiveness ... serenity ... peace ... joy ... and love so that our presents reflect the gift of your presence.
We are bound for Bethlehem, O God. We each must answer as to whether there is room inside the inn of our hearts for your son. Grant that it might be so. We pray in the name of the one whom the wisest seek, the baby Jesus the Christ, the Messiah.
|Posted by redstagacres on February 14, 2011 at 8:45 AM||comments (2)|
A VALENTINE FOR MARY
Oh Mary, sweet Mary, love of my life,
You should have been a far better man’s wife.
But I’ll love you and cherish you all of my days
As you smile and encourage to improve my ways.
My time here is happy while I am with you,
And it began long ago with “I will” and “I do.”
I’ll never regret the commitments we made,
The times we have laughed, and we cried, and we prayed.
The struggles have been worth it again and again.
Consider the family that might not have been,
Had I not needed you or you didn’t want me,
With a love without limit, so boundless and free.
When this life is over I pray we will share,
God’s blessings in heaven, no burdens to bear.
But this life’s not over, the best is to come,
The golden years beckon, so let’s not be glum.
We’ve more tears to share, and more laughter too.
If I had to start over, I would do it with you.
From your loving husband,
February 14, 2011
|Posted by redstagacres on December 26, 2010 at 8:15 PM||comments (0)|
ODE TO CHRISTMAS
Merry Christmas! A blest New Year
To everyone who visits here.
Consider now the highest reason
We celebrate this joyous season.
May our lives be glad and bright,
Filled with mirth, success, and light.
Remembering our Christ was born,
For us enduring pain and scorn.
So we can live without those fears
Of death and grief and bitter tears.
'Cause heirs we are of endless joy,
The gift of just one baby boy.
December 24, 2010
|Posted by redstagacres on August 2, 2010 at 6:20 PM||comments (0)|
Mary and I were visited at the farm today by Dr. Tim Olson, Animal Science professor at the University of Florida in Gainesville. Tim's brother, Tom, works for the company I retired from a year and a half ago.
Dr. Tim, as would be expected, is very knowledgeable and he has been studying poultry genetics. He will need that knowledge, as he is interested in breeding up Serama bantams to standard colors - especially patterned varieties that involve the Chocolate gene which replaces black. Chocolate partridge seems to be one variety he seems intent on breeding for. That seems a daunting task, even for someone with 30 - 35 years experience breeding for standard colors. Anyway, we spent several pleasant hours talking "shop" and will continue to stay in touch. This poultry hobby has resulted over the years in new friends from coast to coast. Tim is a fellow Christian. God is good.
|Posted by redstagacres on June 25, 2010 at 2:04 PM||comments (0)|
It's the 25th of June, Mary's and my 45th wedding anniversary. She has been a great wife, all I dreamed and hoped for back when "I was a young man and never been kissed." Remember that great tune by Jimmy Rogers? It all pretty much came true for me except the part about having twins. Dad has been gone for over a year, and not a day goes by that he is not remembered - and appreciated. Our daughter, Melissa, will be married on the 24th of July, When she was young I told her she had to stay single until she was 35. She will be 40 later this year; be careful what you wish for. It has been a very rainy June. Still trying to finish up first crop hay here; next week looks promising according to the forecast. We have ten fawns this year. Meat and antler sales have been good.
The chickens are doing well too; my latest project has been re-creating the Buff Chantecler bantams.
It will take a couple more years, but progress is steady. The bantam Partridge variety created here has been doing very well at the shows. And I now have a start on the white bantams as well. We are working to improve the large fowl partridge and buff varieties also - but progress is slow, and the big ones can really put away the groceries. Have to go cut the grass, as we are entertaining guests from Texas and Arkansas this evening. Later.
|Posted by redstagacres on April 3, 2009 at 9:21 PM||comments (0)|
Dad passed peacefully into eternity on April 1st at about 7 p.m. Mary and I, daughter Melissa, and cousin Jim and his wife Bonnie were all with him at the end. He had suffered a massive brain hemorrhage Tuesday morning after breakfast. I got to the nursing home just in time to see him before he slipped into a coma he never recovered from. He was taken to the hospital by ambulance, but by then there was nothing to be done but wait for the end. I'm sure the pain was bad, but he received enough medication to get some relief. Thank God he became a believer in the last year of his life. We'll be friends in heaven someday. Lots of relatives coming for the funeral Monday despite snow in the forecast. Dad's passing leaves a void in our lives that won't be filled. He turned 88 the 19th of March, but I remember him as a much younger man, the hardest working individual I have ever known. He was very generous with his time and had a caring, serving spirit. A great dad.