Tuesday, January 06, 2015

Tue Jan 6th Todays News

Queensland Premier Newman has given Queensland a gift of a short election with a stark choice. Striking Victorian Tramways illustrate that choice. Sensible, responsible government which operates within its' means, or corrupt ALP governments which promise more than they can deliver and spend more than they have. Daniel Andrews praised industrial peace under his government. A little unfair as his party had supported the industrial action against a good Napthine administration. And then ALP addressed Victorian strikers complaints by offering the same as what Napthine had. Perhaps Queenslanders have forgotten how Bligh had forgotten to pay for insurance before drowning some Queenslanders in her purpose made flood that was never supposed to happen under AGW theory. Queenslanders are supposed to be good with crushing cockroaches. Curious to see where ALP money goes? Check out Quentin Dempster's winged house in Tasmania. Built by money sourced entirely from child labour?

ALP are panicking about being locked out of the senate for six years and are aiming for a double dissolution to break the nexus. Independents have so far played to that rule. The longer the conservatives can hold off calling one, possibly not calling one, the better it will be long term for all of Australia. 

Neo-Nazis marching in Germany. They make claim to represent Judeo Christian values .. probably shouldn't have killed so many, then. One demands of the leaders of Islam they disown jihadists. One also hopes that Christian leaders despise the Neo-Nazis too. One Times journalist who was pregnant went to 'Palestine' and had to be scanned on leaving or searched. She objected to both, clearly not believing in the terrorism media encourage and got upset after she was scanned three times. 

Some people claim that there are reasons to not vaccinate their children. They are liars that should not be trusted and should possibly be jailed if they fail to vaccinate. Vaccines are a public health issue which affects the entire community. Failing to vaccinate will allow the spread of disease. So called Libertarians who oppose vaccination on Libertarian ideals are no different to anarchists of the nineteenth century. Still, one must be reasonable about things and should not over regulate. So, turning our backs while anti vaccine campaigners commit seppuku is an acceptable alternative. Otherwise they will vote ALP or Green.

Media campaign against conservative government is ever present. One article has the members chosen book purchases for member libraries as including AGW skeptic volumes, and so the media claim that the government is charging taxpayers for skeptic campaigns. By way of contrast the AGW movement has misdirected over $2 trillion from tax payers world wide. That would buy a lot of books which could have informed debate. 

In Northern Ireland a two million pound windmill failed in light winds. 

Australia's BOM Claims this year was the hottest ever .. In NSW. Proof again that the world is not warming. 

Another article about the end of the world coming from rogue stars in the Milky Way Galaxy coming to our local neighbourhood. The first such menace is predicted to arrive in under a million years from now. Luckily the Greens have a plan to push us to the stone age and get us to smoke pot. 

The twelfth day of Christmas has passed. And an inflatable Santa was shanked in New Hampshire. 
The Guardian headline reads Who's Less Free: Andrew Bolt or Children in Detention? It then lists facts like there are over 1000 children locked up and asserts they are in need of an Australian Human Rights Commission, more so than a powerful commentator. The article is better than that, but the issues surrounding the headline deserve to be explored and fallacies exposed. I will not entertain abuse of the writer, but focus on the rhetoric. 
It is a false comparison between Bolt and children in detention who have come to Australia by boat without going through migration channels. The children are not responsible for their parents choices. So they should not be jailed. Luckily they aren't. They are detained pending UN immigration processing. As should be the case because it is important to maintain strong borders so as to have a fair immigration program. The exploitation of people by people smugglers is modern piracy and unacceptable. Also, it is wrong to drown people who merely wish to lead a better life. Also, Bolt is neither jailed nor detained, but he has had his right of free speech removed. Also, others have been restricted in their free speech too. This is intolerable in a modern democracy that requires free and fair and fearless investigation. To suggest Bolt has had less freedom lost than children in detention is to admit that he has been aggrieved, an admission that demands that wrong be removed. 
Historical perspective on this day
In 1066, Harold Godwinson (or Harold II) was crowned King of England. 1118, Reconquista: Alfonso the Battler conquered Zaragoza. 1205, Philip of Swabia became King of the Romans. 1322, Stephen Uroš III was crowned King of Serbia. 1355, Charles I of Bohemia was crowned with the Iron Crown of Lombardy as King of Italy in Milan. 1449, Constantine XI was crowned Byzantine Emperor at Mystras. 1492, the Catholic Monarchs Ferdinand and Isabella entered Granada, completing the Reconquista. 1540, King Henry VIII of England married Anne of Cleves. 1579, the Union of Arras was signed. 1661, English Restoration: The Fifth Monarchists unsuccessfully attempted to seize control of London, England. 1690, Joseph, son of Emperor Leopold I, became King of the Romans. 1721, the Committee of Inquiry on the South Sea Bubble published its findings. 1781, in the Battle of Jersey, the British defeated the last attempt by France to invade Jersey.

In 1809, Combined British, Portuguese and colonial Brazilian forces began the Invasion of Cayenne during the Napoleonic Wars. 1838, Alfred Vail demonstrated a telegraph system using dots and dashes (this was the forerunner of Morse code). 1839, the most damaging storm in 300 years swept across Ireland, damaging or destroying more than 20% of the houses in Dublin. 1853, President-elect of the United States Franklin Pierce and his family were involved in a train wreck near Andover, Massachusetts. Pierce's 11-year-old son Benjamin was killed in the crash. 1870, the inauguration of the Musikverein in Vienna, Austria. 1893, the Washington National Cathedral was chartered by Congress. The charter was signed by President Benjamin Harrison.

In 1900, Second Boer War: Having already sieged the fortress at Ladysmith, Boer forces attacked it, but were driven back by British defenders. 1907, Maria Montessori opened her first school and daycare center for working class children in Rome, Italy. 1912, New Mexico was admitted to the Union as the 47th U.S. state. 1912, German geophysicist Alfred Wegener first presented his theory of continental drift. 1921, formation of the Iraqi Army. 1929, King Alexander of the Serbs, Croats and Slovenes suspended his country's constitution (the January 6th Dictatorship). Also 1929, Mother Teresa arrived in Calcutta, India to begin her work among India's poorest and sick people. 1930, the first diesel-engined automobile trip was completed, from Indianapolis, Indiana, to New York, New York. 1931, Thomas Edison submitted his last patent application. 1941, United States President Franklin D. Roosevelt delivered his Four Freedoms speech in the State of the Union address. 1947, Pan American Airlines became the first commercial airline to schedule a flight around the world.

In 1950, the United Kingdom recognised the People's Republic of China. The Republic of China severed diplomatic relations with the UK in response. 1951, Korean War: An estimated 200–1,300 South Korean communist sympathizers were slaughtered in what became the Ganghwa massacre. 1953, the first Asian Socialist Conference opened in Rangoon, Burma. 1960, National Airlines Flight 2511 was destroyed in mid-air by a bomb, while en route from New York City to Miami, Florida. Also 1960, the Associations Law came into force in Iraq, allowing registration of political parties. 1967, Vietnam War: United States Marine Corps and ARVN troops launched "Operation Deckhouse Five" in the Mekong River delta. 1974, in response to the 1973 oil crisis, daylight saving time commenced nearly four months early in the United States. 1978, the Crown of St. Stephen (also known as the Holy Crown of Hungary) was returned to Hungary from the United States, where it was held after World War II.

In 1992, President of Georgia Zviad Gamsakhurdia fled the country as a result of the military coup. 1993, Indian Border Security Force units killed 55 Kashmiri civilians in Sopore, Jammu and Kashmir, in revenge after militants ambushed a BSF patrol. 1994, Nancy Kerrigan was clubbed on the knee at the U.S. Figure Skating Championships in Detroit, Michigan. 1995, a chemical fire in an apartment complex in Manila, Philippines, led to the discovery of plans for Project Bojinka, a mass-terrorist attack. 2000, Celia, the last Pyrenean Ibex was found dead after a tree had landed on her. 2005, American Civil Rights Movement: Edgar Ray Killen was arrested as a suspect in the 1964 murders of three civil rights workers. Also 2005, a train collision in Graniteville, South Carolina, released about 60 tons of chlorine gas. 2009, Israel conducted an assault on Gaza. Operation Cast Lead
This column welcomes feedback and criticism. The column is not made up but based on the days events and articles which are then placed in the feed. So they may not have an apparent cohesion they would have had were they made up.

Editorials will appear in the "History in a Year by the Conservative Voice" series, starting with August https://www.createspace.com/4124406 or at Amazon http://www.amazon.com/dp/1482020262/ref=cm_sw_r_tw_dp_dVHPub0MQKDZ4 
For twenty two years I have been responsibly addressing an issue, and I cannot carry on. I am petitioning the Australian Prime Minister Tony Abbott to remedy my distress. I leave it up to him if he chooses to address the issue. Regardless of your opinion of conservative government, the issue is pressing. Please sign my petition at https://www.change.org/en-AU/petitions/tony-abbott-remedy-the-persecution-of-dd-ball

Or the US President at
https://petitions.whitehouse.gov/petition/change-injustice-faced-david-daniel-ball-after-he-reported-bungled-pedophile-investigation-and/b8mxPWtJ or http://wh.gov/ilXYR

Mr Ball, I will not sign your petition as it will do no good, but I will share your message and ask as many of friends who read it, to share it also. Let us see if we cannot use the power of the internet to spread the word of these infamous killings. As a father and a former soldier, I cannot, could not, justify ignoring this appalling action by the perpetrators, whoever they may; I thank you Douglas. You are wrong about the petition. Signing it is as worthless and meaningless an act as voting. A stand up guy would know that. - ed

Lorraine Allen Hider I signed the petition ages ago David, with pleasure, nobody knows what it's like until they've been there. Keep heart David take care.

I have begun a bulletin board (http://theconservativevoice.freeforums.netwhich will allow greater latitude for members to post and interact. It is not subject to FB policy and so greater range is allowed in posts. Also there are private members rooms in which nothing is censored, except abuse. All welcome, registration is free.

Happy birthday and many happy returns Carol P. Grilletto. Born on the same day, across the years, as
January 6Epiphany (Gregorian calendar); Little Christmas in Ireland and Scotland
Maria Montessori
Hail to Harry. Careful of that step. View work philosophically. Remember, 'who smelt it, dealt it.' EMI knows good behaviour. Let's party. 


Tim Blair – Tuesday, January 06, 2015 (3:47pm)

Check out Quentin Dempster’s luxury Tasmanian pad, known as “The Winged House”, which is available to common folk for a mere $360 per night – which seems a little steep, considering that common folks’ taxes have already paid for the joint. The holiday rental market must be down this summer, because poor ex-ABC staffer Quentin has lately been complaining about money trouble.


Tim Blair – Tuesday, January 06, 2015 (2:59pm)

An inflatable Santa is shanked in New Hampshire: 
Owner Chris Semko said that whoever slashed the Santa committed an uncalled for and disturbing crime. 
“It’s sad,” Semko said. “I mean, there’s some anger management out there either against Christmas or against inflatable Santas or something.” 
This is clearly a lone elf attack.


Tim Blair – Tuesday, January 06, 2015 (12:53pm)

This is beautiful
A 328-foot tall wind turbine worth more than £2 million has buckled and collapsed on a mountainside in Northern Ireland.
Unconfirmed reports suggested the blades of the turbine had spun out of control – despite only light wind speeds – before the structure came crashing to the ground on Friday.
Locals claimed the sound of the turbine hitting the mountain could be heard up to seven miles away ... 
(Via Dan F.)


Tim Blair – Tuesday, January 06, 2015 (12:34pm)

According to an idiot, the Daily Telegraph is “coy about condemning anti-vaxxers because the movement is so popular with readers.”
This is a lie. In 2013, the Daily Telegraph launched a campaign against the anti-vaccination movement:


We’ve also published many opinion pieces and news stories condemning the stupidity of vaccination opponents. The most recent of these ran only a few days ago. Coy? Give me a break. Meanwhile
The ABC’s 7.30 has come under fire after airing a story on US vaccination rates that failed to declare one of the interviewees was a high-profile anti-vaccination campaigner and head of a “natural” health care business. 

In remembrance of things eaten

Andrew Bolt January 06 2015 (5:26pm)

I’d have never thought I could be so gripped by a book on memories by a bludger who spends pages even recalling the taste of a madeleine:
Many years had elapsed during which nothing of Combray, save what was comprised in the theatre and the drama of my going to bed there, had any existence for me, when one day in winter, on my return home, my mother, seeing that I was cold, offered me some tea, a thing I did not ordinarily take. I declined at first, and then, for no particular reason, changed my mind. She sent for one of those squat, plump little cakes called “petites madeleines,” which look as though they had been moulded in the fluted valve of a scallop shell. And soon, mechanically, dispirited after a dreary day with the prospect of a depressing morrow, I raised to my lips a spoonful of the tea in which I had soaked a morsel of the cake. No sooner had the warm liquid mixed with the crumbs touched my palate than a shudder ran through me and I stopped, intent upon the extraordinary thing that was happening to me. An exquisite pleasure had invaded my senses, something isolated, detached, with no suggestion of its origin. And at once the vicissitudes of life had become indifferent to me, its disasters innocuous, its brevity illusory - this new sensation having had on me the effect which love has of filling me with a precious essence; or rather this essence was not in me it was me. I had ceased now to feel mediocre, contingent, mortal. Whence could it have come to me, this all-powerful joy? I sensed that it was connected with the taste of the tea and the cake, but that it infinitely transcended those savours, could, no, indeed, be of the same nature. Whence did it come? What did it mean? How could I seize and apprehend it?
I drink a second mouthful, in which I find nothing more than in the first, then a third, which gives me rather less than the second. It is time to stop; the potion is losing it magic. It is plain that the truth I am seeking lies not in the cup but in myself. The drink has called it into being, but does not know it, and can only repeat indefinitely, with a progressive diminution of strength, the same message which I cannot interpret, though I hope at least to be able to call it forth again and to find it there presently, intact and at my disposal, for my final enlightenment. I put down the cup and examine my own mind. It alone can discover the truth. But how: What an abyss of uncertainty, whenever the mind feels overtaken by itself; when it, the seeker, is at the same time the dark region through which it must go seeking and where all its equipment will avail it nothing. Seek? More than that: create. It is face to face with something which does not yet exist, to which it alone can give reality and substance, which it alone can bring into the light of day.
And I begin to ask myself what it could have been, this unremembered state which brought with it no logical proof, but the indisputable evidence, of its felicity, its reality, and in whose presence other states of consciousness melted and vanished. I decide to attempt to make it reappear. I retrace my thoughts to the moment at which I drank the first spoonful of tea. I rediscover the same state, illuminated by no fresh light. I ask my mind to make one further effort, to bring back once more the fleeting sensation. And so that nothing may interrupt it in its course I shut out every obstacle, every extraneous idea, I stop my ears and inhibit all attention against the sound from the next room. And then, feeling that my mind is tiring itself without having any success to report, I compel it for a change to enjoy the distraction which I have just denied it, to think of other things, to rest refresh itself before making a final effort. And then for the second time I clear an empty space in front of it; I place in position before my mind’s eye the still recent taste of that first mouthful, and I feel something start within me, something that leaves its resting-place and attempts to rise, something that has been embedded like an anchor at a great depth; I do not know yet what it is, but I can feel it mounting slowly; I can measure the resistance, I can hear the echo of great spaces traversed.
Undoubtedly what is thus palpitating in the depths of my being must be the image, the visual memory which, being linked to that taste, is trying to follow it into my conscious mind. But its struggles are too far off, too confused and chaotic; scarcely can I perceive the neutral glow into which the elusive whirling medley of stirred-up colours is fused, and I cannot distinguish its form, cannot invite it, as the one possible interpreter, to translate for me the evidence of its contemporary, its inseparable paramour, the taste, cannot ask it to inform me what special circumstance is in question, from what period in my past life.
Will it ultimately reach the clear surface of my consciousness, this memory, this old, dead moment which the magnetism of an identical moment has traveled so far to importune, to disturb, to raise up out of the very depths of my being? I cannot tell. Now I feel nothing; it has stopped, has perhaps sunk back into its darkness, from which who can say whether it will ever rise again? Ten times over I must essay the task, must lean down over the abyss. And each time the cowardice that deters us from every difficult task, every important enterprise, has urged me to leave the thing alone, to drink my tea and to think merely of the worries of to-day and my hopes for to-morrow, which can be brooded over painlessly.
And suddenly the memory revealed itself. The taste was that of the little piece of madeleine which on Sunday mornings at Combray (because on those mornings I did not go out before mass), when I went to say good morning to her in her bedroom , my aunt Léonie used to give me, dipping it first in her own cup of tea or tisane. The sight of the little madeleine had recalled nothing to my mind before I tasted it; perhaps because I had so often seen such things in the meantime, without tasting them, on the trays in pastry-cooks’ windows, that their image had dissociated itself from those Combray days to take its place among others more recent; perhaps because of those memories, so long abandoned and put out of mind, nothing now survived, everything was scattered; the shapes of things, including that of the little scallop-shell of pastry, so richly sensual under its severe, religious folds, were either obliterated or had been so long dormant as to have lost the power of expansion which would have allowed them to resume their place in my consciousness. But when from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone, more fragile but more enduring, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, remain poised a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unflinchingly, in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection.
And as soon as I had recognized the taste of the piece of madeleine soaked in her decoction of lime-blossom which my aunt used to give me (although I did not yet know and must long postpone the discovery of why this memory made me so happy) immediately the old grey house upon the street, where her room was, rose up like a stage set to attach itself to the little pavilion opening on to the garden which had been built out behind it for my parents (the isolated segment which until that moment had been all that I could see); and with the house the town, from morning to night and in all weathers, the Square where I used to be sent before lunch, the streets along which I used to run errands, the country roads we took when it was fine. And as in the game wherein the Japanese amuse themselves by filling a porcelain bowl with water and steeping in it little pieces of paper which until then are without character or form, but, the moment they become wet, stretch and twist and take on colour and distinctive shape, become flowers or houses or people, solid and recognizable, so in that moment all the flowers in our garden and in M. Swann’s park, and the water-lilies on the Vivonne and the good folk of the village and their little dwellings and the parish church and the whole of Combray and its surroundings, taking shape and solidity, sprang into being, town and gardens alike, from my cup of tea.
Yes, I know I should have read this masterpiece decades ago. 

It's ok .. taxpayer will cover it .. or their children .. 

If you chase God, then you'll know Him and He'll give you the things that are right for you at the right time in the right proportion.


It is what fireworks are supposed to do, but not what those fireworks were meant to do.

re 10 rising stars of Parliament.
Lol, the narrative is so left wing in perspective, with ALP economic vandals being praised for ridiculous postures which don't help and LNP mavericks who are hoped to be oppositional or who are 'born right.' Consider Catherine King has campaigned against what is accepted for public transport, education, public housing, and in medicine everywhere else in the successful world on the issue of GP Co-payments. Or Dean Smith who has different personal opinions to Mr Abbott but who is a contributing member to a party of diversity on the conservative side? As a partisan effort, it is 'balanced'





















=== Posts from last year ===


Tim Blair – Monday, January 06, 2014 (12:43pm)

Sensitive Network Ten warmist Stephen Spencer is reallyreally unhappy that the Sunday Telegraph used “warmists”in a headline. What should have been used instead?
Thank you for voting!

Total Votes: 3,224


Tim Blair – Sunday, January 05, 2014 (4:35pm)

An Ashes whitewash ends with a commonly misheard lyric.
Who's less free: Andrew Bolt, or children in detention? | Rachel Ball
Rachel Ball: Over 1,000 children are still locked up. They are more in need of the attention of the Australian Human Rights Commission than a powerful commentator
It isn't the date they are looking for .. but the year .. ed
Joseph Campbell
"People feel panicky at the thought that we might all have something in common, that they are giving up some exclusive hold on the truth. It is something like discovering you are a Frenchman and a human being at the same time. That is exactly the challenge that the great religions face in the Space Age."

Joseph Campbell, Thou Art That: Transforming Religious Metaphor
More like a birthday cake for Shatner .. ed
Idiot commentator fails to grasp that sectarian violence is Obama's plan. It requires no maintenance or thought. It is ancient. It is what happens as the US retreats from engagement. Calling the GOP arrogant for effective policy is to misunderstand the consequences of Dem policy. - ed
Pax terrorism? - ed
Lol, she can work out over here .. ed
Tinder tryst not the full Monty. Yet another failed attempt at a maiden. Won't retire hurt. - ed
Andreas Herrmann
Stimme aus dem Publikum: "Darf ich mir was wünschen?"
Antwort vom Podium: "Ja, aber nicht laut aussprechen, sonst geht's nicht in Erfüllung ..."

Answer from the podium: "Yes, but do not say out loud, otherwise it's not true …">

My favorite story involving a music professor talking to freshman students in the mid 1800's. "You will love Beethoven's music. It is far better than it sounds."
A friend of mine is a piano tuner. I will not go where he will not go. It wouldn't sound right. -ed

Tony Abbott
I congratulate Michael Clarke and the Australian cricket team on a stunning Ashes victory.

Winning the Ashes five-nil is a historic triumph.

Each of our players had the hopes of the nation on their shoulders and they performed with distinction to achieve this extraordinary victory.

Australians are incredibly proud of them.

To win so comprehensively after disappointment earlier last year shows tremendous character.
Watershed event .. there will be change .. ed
“Wash and make yourselves clean. Take your evil deeds out of my sight; stop doing wrong. Learn to do right; seek justice. Defend the oppressed. Take up the cause of the fatherless; plead the case of the widow.” -Isaiah 1:16-17
Morning and Evening by Charles Spurgeon
January 5: Morning
"And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness." - Genesis 1:4
Light might well be good since it sprang from that fiat of goodness, "Let there be light." We who enjoy it should be more grateful for it than we are, and see more of God in it and by it. Light physical is said by Solomon to be sweet, but gospel light is infinitely more precious, for it reveals eternal things, and ministers to our immortal natures. When the Holy Spirit gives us spiritual light, and opens our eyes to behold the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ, we behold sin in its true colours, and ourselves in our real position; we see the Most Holy God as he reveals himself, the plan of mercy as he propounds it, and the world to come as the Word describes it. Spiritual light has many beams and prismatic colours, but whether they be knowledge, joy, holiness, or life, all are divinely good. If the light received be thus good, what must the essential light be, and how glorious must be the place where he reveals himself. O Lord, since light is so good, give us more of it, and more of thyself, the true light.

No sooner is there a good thing in the world, than a division is necessary. Light and darkness have no communion; God has divided them, let us not confound them. Sons of light must not have fellowship with deeds, doctrines, or deceits of darkness. The children of the day must be sober, honest, and bold in their Lord's work, leaving the works of darkness to those who shall dwell in it forever. Our Churches should by discipline divide the light from the darkness, and we should by our distinct separation from the world do the same. In judgment, in action, in hearing, in teaching, in association, we must discern between the precious and the vile, and maintain the great distinction which the Lord made upon the world's first day. O Lord Jesus, be thou our light throughout the whole of this day, for thy light is the light of men.
"And God saw the light." - Genesis 1:4
This morning we noticed the goodness of the light, and the Lord's dividing it from the darkness, we now note the special eye which the Lord had for the light. "God saw the light"--he looked at it with complacency, gazed upon it with pleasure, saw that it "was good." If the Lord has given you light, dear reader, he looks on that light with peculiar interest; for not only is it dear to him as his own handiwork, but because it is like himself, for "He is light." Pleasant it is to the believer to know that God's eye is thus tenderly observant of that work of grace which he has begun. He never loses sight of the treasure which he has placed in our earthen vessels. Sometimes we cannot see the light, but God always sees the light, and that is much better than our seeing it. Better for the judge to see my innocence than for me to think I see it. It is very comfortable for me to know that I am one of God's people--but whether I know it or not, if the Lord knows it, I am still safe. This is the foundation, "The Lord knoweth them that are his." You may be sighing and groaning because of inbred sin, and mourning over your darkness, yet the Lord sees "light" in your heart, for he has put it there, and all the cloudiness and gloom of your soul cannot conceal your light from his gracious eye. You may have sunk low in despondency, and even despair; but if your soul has any longing towards Christ, and if you are seeking to rest in his finished work, God sees the "light." He not only sees it, but he also preserves it in you. "I, the Lord, do keep it." This is a precious thought to those who, after anxious watching and guarding of themselves, feel their own powerlessness to do so. The light thus preserved by his grace, he will one day develop into the splendour of noonday, and the fulness of glory. The light within is the dawn of the eternal day.
[Shăm'gär] - cupbearer or a surprised stranger.
The Man Who Was Ready When Need Arose
Shamgar was the son of Anath, and third judge of Israel after the death of Joshua. His spectacular deliverance of Israel from the Philistines is suggestive (Judg. 3:31). Shamgar the son of Anath was ready to serve God in the common working day.
When he drove his oxen out that morning he did not dream that before nightfall he would accomplish a memorable deliverance for his land. But the call came and he was ready.
Another lesson to be learned from Shamgar is that God can be served with unlikely instruments. "What is that in thy hand?" In Shamgar's hand was an oxgoad with which he slew six hundred Philistines.
We may not have genius, brilliance, gifts of speech or song, but if we are in the hand of Christ, He can take foolish things to confound the wise.

Today's reading: Genesis 13-15, Matthew 5:1-26 (NIV)

View today's reading on Bible Gateway

Today's Old Testament reading: Genesis 13-15

Abram and Lot Separate
So Abram went up from Egypt to the Negev, with his wife and everything he had, and Lot went with him. 2 Abram had become very wealthy in livestock and in silver and gold.
3 From the Negev he went from place to place until he came to Bethel, to the place between Bethel and Ai where his tent had been earlier 4 and where he had first built an altar. There Abram called on the name of the LORD....

Today's New Testament reading: Matthew 5:1-26

The Beatitudes
1 Now when he saw the crowds, he went up on a mountainside and sat down. His disciples came to him, and he began to teach them, saying:
3 "Blessed are the poor in spirit,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
4 Blessed are those who mourn,
for they will be comforted.
5 Blessed are the meek,
for they will inherit the earth....

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