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Now that the UN Climate Change Chief has admitted NO global warming in the past 17 years, recall what has been and not been done. Whose keepers are we? Part of this video raises these issues.
UN Climate Change Panel Chief admits lack of warming…
This is how the lack of warming show shows up on a graph based on UN data.
. Some scientists are proposing that we are entering a period of potentially rapid cooling which would be much more difficult to live in with reduced food production and restricted energy choices. The IPCC computer models have been shown to fail miserably to predict long term climate. Can we afford to take the risk of them being wrong?
Now, enjoy the wriggle: warmist denies warming requires warming!
The triumph of the individual over the hive mind
by Viscount Monckton of Brenchley, April 3, 2013
Drab, pietistic uniformity is the curse of the collectivist age. Today, with a fearful and unanimously acquiescent docility, the hive mind tediously hums the Party Line, now rebranded “consensus”. Imagination, initiative, inquiry, inspiration, intuition and invention are not merely discouraged but hated. Individuality in any form is not merely loathed but punished.
It is the solecism of modern government imprudently, expensively and too often cruelly to emphasize the collective at the expense of the individual. Yet, as John Stuart Mill wrote,
“The worth of a State, in the long run, is the worth of the individuals composing it. A State which dwarfs its men, in order that they may be mere docile instruments in its hands, even for beneficial purposes, will find that with small men no great thing can really be accomplished.”
Man is at once an island and a universe, an anchorite and a socialite, a lone wolf and a member of the pack. The strength of the West lies in encouraging what Santayana called the “eccentricities, hobbies and humours” of each, not in hindering or punishing individual achievement in the name of all.
In feudal times, the State was everything. The individual, if noticed at all, was recognized solely by his status in the ordained pecking order.
“God blessed the squire and his relations,
And kept us in our proper stations.”
It was only when free-market contract replaced feudal status that the individual, be he never so humble, acquired the right freely to negotiate with his neighbours and, by so doing, to earn advancement by achievement. Social mobility is a feature not of collectivism but of contract and of the cheerful chaos of the free market that it enables. Continue reading
This introduces our new Global issues page. Selected articles will appear as posts but will be linked and kept indexed on that page.
This is a clever composite by NASA showing the world through the evening hours taken from about 800km (500m) above the earth. Africa is in the centre.Do you notice how dark Africa is? That’s not because nobody wants electricity. It’s because the environmental ‘police’ refuse to allow Africa to develop her natural resources, such as hydro, because of the impact it might have on wildlife. The only development allowed is that by outsiders, who end up taking the land. ( see next post)
Meanwhile, people use open fires inside their little houses to cook their food. Many babies fall in and are killed or maimed every year, and people suffer eye diseases as a result of the smoke.
As Christians we have a responsibility towards our fellow human beings in Africa. Next time you switch on a light, think about them, and what you can do to challenge the anit-human pro-environmental policies that the world green police are imposing on these people.
I was asleep, when the sound of the phone started to weave itself into my dreams. Why is the phone ringing? It’s the middle of the night!
Something told me I shouldn’t ignore it, so I found my glasses and stumbled to the kitchen, where the phone promptly got to its allotted 8 rings and stopped to go to answerphone. I checked the number that had called – my parents’ number. Oh no. Dad. Continue reading
Sometimes the Christian life can seem to get a bit ho-hum, a bit the same, year-in, year-out. The cycle of the church’s seasons, after a few rounds, can get a bit predictable.
But when you stop and think about what it means, that someone who was dead, isn’t any more, it reclaims its sparkle! The Easter season is more than just one day where we say Alleluia a few times, and look at fresh flowers, and sing songs about Jesus being alive. It’s meant as a pattern for the rest of our life. It’s a time to train us in remembering why we call ourselves Christians.
And that reason is resurrection! What was dead, is now alive! Whenever we see new things growing we can remember Jesus’ resurrection. Whenever we see a seed sprouting, or a baby, or a little chick, it’s easy to think of new life. But how about whenever people who haven’t spoken to one another for years find a way through to reconnect? That’s resurrection. A couple who have been cold and distant with each other, starting to do little acts of kindness for one another. That’s resurrection.
There are many ways that the changed resurrection life can impact our lives. If we use resurrection eyes we can start to see, it, pray for it and rejoice in it.
I came across this wonderful Youtube clip today, and the singer – Arlene Auger, sings it with such joy! he is risen indeed,Alleluia!
Well, thought Sylvia, they still look reasonable. I’ll just pull out the wilted greenery at the back and put in fresh leaves, and they’ll be fine for tomorrow.
Sylvia was looking at the flowers in the church, which she had arranged for Easter day the previous week. She wasn‘t very happy with them at first. When she found out she was on the roster for Easter day, she was all excited! Now’s my chance, she thought, to do something really spectacular. I’ll use gold chrysanthemums, and those creamy white ones,…
Sylvia had all sorts of plans for the flowers, and each week during Lent as she sat in church, she would plan them in her head.
But when it came to the week of Easter, it was with a sinking feeling that she realized that there were no chrysanthemums in her garden anywhere near ready for picking. There had been an awful lot of dry weather, and the council had banned using hoses to water the garden, so she would just have to make do with what there was.
All her plans for a symphony of gold and cream flew out the window, and it was with a rather grumpy attitude that she ventured outside on Easter Saturday, secateurs in hand, to try and find something that would fit her colour scheme.
But there was nothing at all, just deep red roses, and Leucadendron, and sedum.
Then the light went on. Maybe God was trying to tell her something, and she abandoned her plan. Sylvia had wanted to glorify God in her own special way, with an elegant colour scheme, that would bend to her plan. But God had other plans. She would have to use what was there. Well, she thought, I’m a bit like these flowers myself, a bit of a second choice really. I mean, I don’t have a glamorous public ministry or anything, just behind-the-scenes things like the flowers, and taking my elderly friends to home group.
As she looked at the deep reds glowing in the vase, Sylvia realised that they were like blood! Not in a sad sort of way, but rather triumphantly standing out against the cream wall behind the altar.
That’s what the resurrection is like! she realized. Jesus has taken something painful and a bit scary, like blood, and transformed it, redeemed it, from signifying death and pain, to a glowing, stained-glass tribute to life, to the Living one, coming through death with the keys in his hand!
It was with a lighter heart that Sylvia topped up the water in the vases ready for the Sunday. She had a new appreciation of Easter, and couldn’t wait to tell her friends at home group.
Pine needles all over the house – again!
You may be wondering, why on earth are there pine needles in Felicity’s house? It’s not Christmas again, is it? With all the muddle that the world has over what were originally religious festivals, it wouldn’t be surprising really. Maybe Felicity is a really terrible housekeeper who swept the fallen needles from last Christmas’ tree under the rug, and someone has just moved the rug? Well, knowing my lack of enthusiasm for housework, always finding something else more pressing, such as gardening, or writing a sermon, or reading a novel…
No, it was not me! Actually, in our family we have a traditional of making an Easter tree – a bare branch is hung with decorated Easter eggs (inedible for longevity) as a display for the table. I sent the boys outside to find a suitable branch in the pile that’s waiting to be cut up for our neighbour’s firewood, or to go to the tip, or just waiting. Josiah came in beaming form ear to ear, carrying an eight-foot pine branch which was shedding orangey-coloured needles everywhere! He had to lug it through the house to find me, so you can imagine the mess!
Noooo! I cried! Too much mess!
But then I got thinking. Actually, it’s a wonderful connection with Christmas, using the leftover tree as a way of displaying Easter eggs. It connects the two again in symbolism. I have seen Christmas trees used as the basis for the Good Friday cross – this is just another way they can connect.
Easter can seem so far removed from Christmas – the story is so rich, so dark, so terrifying, and then so joyful, so humbling. Christmas is too, but it needs to be understood in the light of Easter.
May you have a time of encountering the Risen Christ for yourself this Easter. May you see Jesus in the people you meet, and may you be Jesus to them too.
Why did Mary do it? Maybe she wanted to give something back, to the one who was always doing things for others, always healing, always loving, always telling them about the kingdom of heaven. Maybe Mary felt it was time to make an offering to Jesus, a treat for him, that would tell him just how much he was loved and appreciated.
But what can we do? We can’t anoint his feet – he isn’t here.
For Mary to be able to do this wonderful thing for her Lord and ours she had to be prepared to use up something precious. Perhaps she had been Continue reading