Sunday Holy Sonnet.

I am a little world made cunningly Of Elements, and an Angelike spright, But black sinne hath betraid to endlesse night My worlds both parts, and (oh) both parts must die. You which beyond that heaven which was most high Have found new sphears, and of new lands can write, Powre new seas in mine … Continue reading Sunday Holy Sonnet.

Not this fake religion.

This morning we had a pilot give the sermon. He talked about instrumental flying, and how the scan system is horizon -- altimeter -- horizon -- turn and skew -- horizon -- air speed... that you continually look at the artificial horizon. His analogy was that we should continually look at Jesus, that Jesus is … Continue reading Not this fake religion.