We just had a northern flicker at our suet feeder! First time we’ve seen one of those around here. Didn’t get a good picture, unfortunately. I was surprised how big it was. It was standing its ground with the starlings.
We just had a northern flicker at our suet feeder! First time we’ve seen one of those around here. Didn’t get a good picture, unfortunately. I was surprised how big it was. It was standing its ground with the starlings.
This post is a little long and rambly, but I think I’ll leave it. A few days ago I posed a question for Christians: “How would you square a belief in the inherent dignity of honest work with the idea that hard work was the curse of God on Adam?” I got some good responses, which you can see in the comments to that post. Caleb’s response, in particular, sent me back to the recent Plough issue on “Why We Work,” where I found a helpful piece by Alastair Roberts.
I found “Nordisk Sang” in a long-forgotten folder of music from iTunes. Haven’t listened to it in years. It’s great! 🎵 Also found in that folder: “Sonic New York” by Sxip Shirey.
An insightful observation from Bernd G. Längin in Plain and Amish:
All these conservative Anabaptist groups, heirs of identical church reformers, represent something similar to the medieval monsastic system of the Catholic Church. Transplanted into colonial America, they have persevered in living a Protestant ascetic alternative—but without the vow of celibacy.
The Amish ordnung can be compared to a monastic rule of life. Incidentally, early Anabaptist Michael Sattler actually was a Benedictine.
A question for Christians: how would you square a belief in the inherent dignity of honest work with the idea that hard work was the curse of God on Adam? This isn’t a gotcha. I’m genuinely interested.
I love this series of three haying videos from Just a Few Acres Farm:
There are a lot of reasons to love the series, but right now, on this cold day, it’s because I can almost feel that warm, bright sun as I watch them.
The first day of the last month of true winter around here. This is always the month when I start getting antsy.
“A Farm Winter, with Jerry Apps” What a wonderful storyteller! Well worth your time. I hadn’t heard of him before but turns out he’s a known Wisconsin treasure. His books can be found here.
Despite being a good speller, I can never, never, never remember how to spell Cincinnati. Cincinatti. Ciinncciinnaattii. Sensenattea.
When I’m looking through the library catalogue for books on the Amish, it’s very annoying to have to filter through all the bonnet rippers .