“God moves in a mysterious way, His mercies to perform. . .” is the title and first line of a hymn written by William Cowper (1731-1800) in 1774. Believers in God’s works, omnipotence, grace, and pure, undeserved mercy apprehend well the truth published in this line.
My husband and I spent a couple of hours in our County’s jail on Thanksgiving, as we did last year, helping to serve a Thanksgiving dinner to more than 50 trusted inmates. Jail inmates prepared part of the meal, and the Prosecutor’s office received funding for the food. My husband, a county public defender, and I were among those serving the well-cooked, attractive meal of turkey, mashed potatoes, rolls, cranberries, etc. The inmates were cheerful and cordial.
Witnessing the inmates’ conviviality gave me pause for gratitude for God’s merciful grace. All mankind errs. God forgives all who repent. Viewing the hard side of error–incarceration–is a sobering thing. It is also a beautiful thing, to see repentance perceptibly fulfilled, and the promise of forgiveness.
Once again, Happy Thanksgiving, especially to all who apprehend and repent of their own sins and the gracious mercy that removes them from our blotters.
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Happy Thanksgiving! We are thankful for the beauty God has given us. The sunlight’s gleaming gold crested the fields and basalt hills only briefly. Clouds recaptured the hills immediately after I took the photo.
I have never called or considered myself an artist. For a while I had an Apple laptop with graphic capabilities, and I did some sketching with it. My husband surreptitiously kept them on his computer when we dumped the rotten Apple for a competent Microsoft computer. We forgot about them for a while (I created these graphics in 2006) and he came across them last night. I decided they had nostalgic if not artistic value to me, and decided also to post them on my blog, trusting in my readers’ kindness.
Woman with Cat
My husband, who took this photo, is building a gated fence around our small orchard, which has provided our visiting deer a feast of plums, apples, pears, and grapes. Halvor has taken up guard duty, even though fruit season is behind us for the year.
Effie enjoys sitting on the air conditioner viewing the vastness of her holdings, Effieland.
I want to be out there; I have a morning to greet!
Sunbeams from an adjacent window illuminate Effie’s tummy and toes.
Halvor evidently likes my car Jackie as a platform for his afternoon nap–or maybe he’s just bored.