glorycloud's Diaryland Diary


the fable of purgatorial fire

It is 9:18 AM Wednesday morning here in West Michigan. It is another cold gray damp day. It feels like anytime we will have a downpour of cold rain. We are not expected to have sunshine ever again in this world.

I got up this morning around 7 o'clock AM. I got up drank a small plastic cup of orange juice and made myself a bowl of oatmeal for breakfast. I ate my mush while messing with our main computer. After playing around with our main computer I wrote in my paper diary and then read my Reformation Commentary on First Corinthians. My wife got home from work around 8:31 AM and went to bed soon afterwards. We are both very sick with a bad cold. We are both seeking the Lord for healing.

I have no plans for the day. I might visit local thrift stores this morning to look for used books to add to our library.

Last night after my wife left for work I made a video for my BookTube channel and then read late into the night. Now it is another day. Existence keeps zooming by!

I will close to drift and feel sick.

"[1] Comfort ye, comfort ye my people, saith your God.
[2] Speak ye comfortably to Jerusalem, and cry unto her, that her warfare is accomplished, that her iniquity is pardoned: for she hath received of the LORD's hand double for all her sins.
[3] The voice of him that crieth in the wilderness, Prepare ye the way of the LORD, make straight in the desert a highway for our God.
[4] Every valley shall be exalted, and every mountain and hill shall be made low: and the crooked shall be made straight, and the rough places plain:
[5] And the glory of the LORD shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together: for the mouth of the LORD hath spoken it.
[6] The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field:
[7] The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: because the spirit of the LORD bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass.
[8] The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall stand for ever.
[9] O Zion, that bringest good tidings, get thee up into the high mountain; O Jerusalem, that bringest good tidings, lift up thy voice with strength; lift it up, be not afraid; say unto the cities of Judah, Behold your God!
[10] Behold, the Lord GOD will come with strong hand, and his arm shall rule for him: behold, his reward is with him, and his work before him.
[11] He shall feed his flock like a shepherd: he shall gather the lambs with his arm, and carry them in his bosom, and shall gently lead those that are with young.
[12] Who hath measured the waters in the hollow of his hand, and meted out heaven with the span, and comprehended the dust of the earth in a measure, and weighed the mountains in scales, and the hills in a balance?
[13] Who hath directed the Spirit of the LORD, or being his counseller hath taught him?
[14] With whom took he counsel, and who instructed him, and taught him in the path of judgment, and taught him knowledge, and shewed to him the way of understanding?
[15] Behold, the nations are as a drop of a bucket, and are counted as the small dust of the balance: behold, he taketh up the isles as a very little thing.
[16] And Lebanon is not sufficient to burn, nor the beasts thereof sufficient for a burnt offering.
[17] All nations before him are as nothing; and they are counted to him less than nothing, and vanity." Isaiah 40:1-17

9:33 a.m. - 2017-05-24


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