Comments on: Borrowed time http://pjmedia.com/richardfernandez/2009/06/12/borrowed-time/ Just another Pajamasmedia.com weblog Thu, 16 Feb 2012 00:11:45 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 By: Charles http://pjmedia.com/richardfernandez/2009/06/12/borrowed-time/#comment-57063 Charles Mon, 15 Jun 2009 15:27:59 +0000 http://pajamasmedia.com/richardfernandez/?p=4451#comment-57063 Here's a pretty good <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GHXEfNxO83w&feature=channel_page" rel="nofollow">prayer song</a> Here’s a pretty good prayer song

]]> By: Karen Yvonne http://pjmedia.com/richardfernandez/2009/06/12/borrowed-time/#comment-57023 Karen Yvonne Mon, 15 Jun 2009 08:40:53 +0000 http://pajamasmedia.com/richardfernandez/?p=4451#comment-57023 Charles - You're observing 1Peter 5:7: Cast all your care upon him; for he careth for you. The Biblical account of King Hezekiah - "In those days Hezekiah became ill and was at the point of death. The prophet Isaiah son of Amoz went to him and said, 'This is what the Lord says: Put your house in order, because you are going to die; you will not recover.' "Hezekiah turned his face to the wall and prayed to the Lord, 'Remember, O Lord, how I have walked before you faithfully and with wholehearted devotion and have done what is good in your eyes.' And Hezekiah wept bitterly. "Before Isaiah had left the middle court, the word of the Lord came to him: 'Go back and tell Hezekiah, the leader of my people, 'This is what the Lord, the God of your father David, says: I have heard your prayer and seen your tears; I will heal you. On the third day from now you will go up to the temple of the Lord. I will add fifteen years to your life." 2Kings 20:1-6 - would seem to suggest that we do have an appointed time to die, and yet, at the same time, nothing is written in stone. Prayer can change things. Charles -

You’re observing 1Peter 5:7: Cast all your care upon him; for he careth for you.

The Biblical account of King Hezekiah –

“In those days Hezekiah became ill and was at the point of death. The prophet Isaiah son of Amoz went to him and said, ‘This is what the Lord says: Put your house in order, because you are going to die; you will not recover.’

“Hezekiah turned his face to the wall and prayed to the Lord, ‘Remember, O Lord, how I have walked before you faithfully and with wholehearted devotion and have done what is good in your eyes.’ And Hezekiah wept bitterly.

“Before Isaiah had left the middle court, the word of the Lord came to him: ‘Go back and tell Hezekiah, the leader of my people, ‘This is what the Lord, the God of your father David, says: I have heard your prayer and seen your tears; I will heal you. On the third day from now you will go up to the temple of the Lord. I will add fifteen years to your life.” 2Kings 20:1-6

- would seem to suggest that we do have an appointed time to die, and yet, at the same time, nothing is written in stone.

Prayer can change things.

]]> By: Charles http://pjmedia.com/richardfernandez/2009/06/12/borrowed-time/#comment-57004 Charles Mon, 15 Jun 2009 03:35:06 +0000 http://pajamasmedia.com/richardfernandez/?p=4451#comment-57004 Up until 3-4 years before my dad died, I worried a lot about my dad's driving. He would drive around the beltway of washington dc and down georgia avenue to walter reed or he would drive to ft meyer in arlington. Or he would drive up 270 to pennsylvania. He drove from side to side in the lane. From time to time he'd get into a fender bender. I worried he'd wind up as jelly in pile of twisted metal--and take my mother with him. But I couldn't stop the guy from driving. One day I realized that my worries weren't doing me any good. What I also realized was that I couldn't just will the worries away. Then it occured to me a strategy for handling worry. Its a kind of jujitsu. What you do is use the energy of worry for prayer. That is-- in worry you address your thoughts to yourself. With prayer -- you change the address of your thoughts from yourself to God. So every time I caught myself worrying-- I would convert my worries into prayer. I prayed a lot. The old man died in bed of old age and a busted ticker. I have since learned to convert a lot of the trash my mind puts out into prayer. What ever the trash is about -- you pray the other way. You use the mind's trash as a springboard for prayer. That makes for effective prayer. Thank You Lord. Up until 3-4 years before my dad died, I worried a lot about my dad’s driving. He would drive around the beltway of washington dc and down georgia avenue to walter reed or he would drive to ft meyer in arlington. Or he would drive up 270 to pennsylvania. He drove from side to side in the lane. From time to time he’d get into a fender bender. I worried he’d wind up as jelly in pile of twisted metal–and take my mother with him. But I couldn’t stop the guy from driving.

One day I realized that my worries weren’t doing me any good. What I also realized was that I couldn’t just will the worries away.

Then it occured to me a strategy for handling worry.

Its a kind of jujitsu. What you do is use the energy of worry for prayer. That is– in worry you address your thoughts to yourself. With prayer — you change the address of your thoughts from yourself to God. So every time I caught myself worrying– I would convert my worries into prayer. I prayed a lot.

The old man died in bed of old age and a busted ticker.

I have since learned to convert a lot of the trash my mind puts out into prayer. What ever the trash is about — you pray the other way. You use the mind’s trash as a springboard for prayer.

That makes for effective prayer.

Thank You Lord.

]]> By: buddy larsen http://pjmedia.com/richardfernandez/2009/06/12/borrowed-time/#comment-56990 buddy larsen Mon, 15 Jun 2009 01:47:22 +0000 http://pajamasmedia.com/richardfernandez/?p=4451#comment-56990 haw --good un --worry is the interest we pay on knowledge --or something like that somebody said -- haw –good un –worry is the interest we pay on knowledge –or something like that somebody said –

]]> By: Charles http://pjmedia.com/richardfernandez/2009/06/12/borrowed-time/#comment-56989 Charles Mon, 15 Jun 2009 01:36:54 +0000 http://pajamasmedia.com/richardfernandez/?p=4451#comment-56989 49. Presbypoet: A question for the club. What does it mean to be a disciple of Christ, a follower of the Way? John 14:5-7 5Thomas said to him, "Lord, we don't know where you are going, so how can we know the way?" 6Jesus answered, "I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. 7If you really knew me, you would know[a] my Father as well. From now on, you do know him and have seen him." 49. Presbypoet:
A question for the club. What does it mean to be a disciple of Christ, a follower of the Way?

John 14:5-7
5Thomas said to him, “Lord, we don’t know where you are going, so how can we know the way?”

6Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. 7If you really knew me, you would know[a] my Father as well. From now on, you do know him and have seen him.”

]]> By: Barry 0351 http://pjmedia.com/richardfernandez/2009/06/12/borrowed-time/#comment-56889 Barry 0351 Sun, 14 Jun 2009 12:44:10 +0000 http://pajamasmedia.com/richardfernandez/?p=4451#comment-56889 Ya gets it when ya gets it and not before, ya won't hear it coming and when it's all over ya won't care. "What me worry?" Ya gets it when ya gets it and not before, ya won’t hear it coming and when it’s all over ya won’t care.
“What me worry?”

]]> By: sf http://pjmedia.com/richardfernandez/2009/06/12/borrowed-time/#comment-56859 sf Sun, 14 Jun 2009 04:03:34 +0000 http://pajamasmedia.com/richardfernandez/?p=4451#comment-56859 You guys--and gals--are always a pleasure, and sometimes absolutely amazing. You guys–and gals–are always a pleasure, and sometimes absolutely amazing.

]]> By: Cowboy http://pjmedia.com/richardfernandez/2009/06/12/borrowed-time/#comment-56845 Cowboy Sun, 14 Jun 2009 00:29:09 +0000 http://pajamasmedia.com/richardfernandez/?p=4451#comment-56845 I just happened to be at Antietam battlefield today. Stonewall Jackson was there, and his units absorbed the initial shocks of what would become the bloodiest battle of American History. 21,000 Americans perished on that gently rolling farmland. The battle featured "canister" artillery prominently, a kind of anti-personnel fragmentation round that exploded in the air and shot little metal balls through the closely held infantry formations of the day. Antietam's cannon barrages, featuring 500 batteries combined from the two sides, got it called an "Artillery of Hell" as the casualties mounted on "Bloody Lane". I tried to picture myself there, and couldn't see how you wouldn't come to a conclusion like Stonewall Jackson's. This kind of cannon fodder warfare was utter madness. You had to assume you were already dead when it got started, I think, and be in it to see how long you could keep it going. I just happened to be at Antietam battlefield today. Stonewall Jackson was there, and his units absorbed the initial shocks of what would become the bloodiest battle of American History. 21,000 Americans perished on that gently rolling farmland. The battle featured “canister” artillery prominently, a kind of anti-personnel fragmentation round that exploded in the air and shot little metal balls through the closely held infantry formations of the day. Antietam’s cannon barrages, featuring 500 batteries combined from the two sides, got it called an “Artillery of Hell” as the casualties mounted on “Bloody Lane”.

I tried to picture myself there, and couldn’t see how you wouldn’t come to a conclusion like Stonewall Jackson’s. This kind of cannon fodder warfare was utter madness. You had to assume you were already dead when it got started, I think, and be in it to see how long you could keep it going.

]]> By: Doug http://pjmedia.com/richardfernandez/2009/06/12/borrowed-time/#comment-56831 Doug Sat, 13 Jun 2009 22:35:47 +0000 http://pajamasmedia.com/richardfernandez/?p=4451#comment-56831 More Merced than Nuanced: - "Oh, these vast, calm, measureless mountain days, inciting at once to work and rest! Days in whose light everything seems equally divine, opening a thousand windows to show us God. Nevermore, however weary, should one faint by the way who gains the blessings of one mountain day; whatever his fate, long life, short life, stormy or calm, is rich forever." - John Muir More Merced than Nuanced:
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“Oh, these vast, calm, measureless mountain days, inciting at once to work and rest! Days in whose light everything seems equally divine, opening a thousand windows to show us God. Nevermore, however weary, should one faint by the way who gains the blessings of one mountain day; whatever his fate, long life, short life, stormy or calm,
is rich forever.”
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John Muir

]]> By: DougRek http://pjmedia.com/richardfernandez/2009/06/12/borrowed-time/#comment-56826 DougRek Sat, 13 Jun 2009 21:59:27 +0000 http://pajamasmedia.com/richardfernandez/?p=4451#comment-56826 Standing on the roof, behind the parapet, of my villa in Saigon during the Tet offensive in 1968, the bullets made a zinging sound. Not many, but a few every hour, throughout the afternoon. The next day I made it from the city to Tan Son Nhut Air Base, where the bullets changed to 122 millimeter rockets -- one hitting a metal conex shipping container about 50 feet away from the morning chow hall. I was in line to eat. When the rockets began flying, I had the option of heading for the conex, which was protected by layers of sand bags, or just standing in line on that warm, moon-lit night. I stayed in line. The rocket hit an unprotected section of the conex and detonated inside it. During the course of my military career, I came under fire in many venues -- no holes so far -- and that is not due to anything I have done or not done. He has kept me here for whatever purposes . . . . Standing on the roof, behind the parapet, of my villa in Saigon during the Tet offensive in 1968, the bullets made a zinging sound. Not many, but a few every hour, throughout the afternoon. The next day I made it from the city to Tan Son Nhut Air Base, where the bullets changed to 122 millimeter rockets — one hitting a metal conex shipping container about 50 feet away from the morning chow hall. I was in line to eat. When the rockets began flying, I had the option of heading for the conex, which was protected by layers of sand bags, or just standing in line on that warm, moon-lit night. I stayed in line. The rocket hit an unprotected section of the conex and detonated inside it. During the course of my military career, I came under fire in many venues — no holes so far — and that is not due to anything I have done or not done. He has kept me here for whatever purposes . . . .

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