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Men who truly have God,

 

 

do not crave gold.

 

 

Many men with gold  think  (incorrectly)

 

 

they do not need God.  

– eab, 2010

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Hans Poulsen Egede (ā’ gu dĕ) was born this date, 1/31/1686, at Hinnøya in Harstad, Norway, hundreds of miles north of the Artice Circle.  After being educated by his Lutheran uncle and at the University of Copenhagen (earned a Bachelor’s degree in Theology) he returned home.  In April 1707 he was ordained and in the same year married Gertrud Rask (maybe Rasch) 13 years older than him, to whom were born two sons and two daughters. 

 

In 1721 he sought permission from Frederick IV of Denmark to search for a colony in Greenland and establish a mission there.  He departed from Bergen on 5/12/1721 reaching Greenland July 3rd.  Egede found the Inuit people, started mission among them and studied their language.  In translating the Lord’s Prayer (since they had no word for bread) he saw the equivalent as “Give us this day our daily harbor seal.”

 

Hans Egede left his son Paul in Greenland and traveled on August 9, 1736 with his other children to Denmark, to become principal of a Copenhagen seminary that trained missionaries for service to Greenland.

 

Of interest are at least two more facts:

He founded Godthåb Nuuk in today’s world which became the capital of Greenland.

And he gave one of the oldest descriptions of a sea serpent.

 

Egede died 11/5/1758 at Falster, Denmark.

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His 1st wife could not trust him.

 

His 2nd wife could not trust him

 

(they both knew him much better than we do).

 

And voters would trust him with our Nation?

 

Reason, REASON, Where Art Thou?

 

– eab, 1/21/12

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ONLY DOOR

 

Christ is the One,

 

The only door

 

I ask for no other,

 

I need no more.

 

                – eab, 1/30/10

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Are the people you “used to know”

 

 

all people you have “used”? 

 

– eab, 1/27/12

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Thank you Lord for shoes and sox.

Thank you for my house – a live-in box.

Thank you pheasants, ‘specially colorful cocks.

Thank you the wildness of regal fox.

Thank you for accuracy in fine clocks.

Thank you for the ability to de-tox.

Thank you for door and keyed, complicated locks.

Thank you missionaries – Ted and Nola Haux.

Thank you for bricks; man-made building blocks.

Thank you I’m over childhood chicken-pox.

Thank you for contents in dairy-farm crocks.

                – eab, 1/6/11

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The Road Not Taken

 

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

 

Robert Frost died this date,1/29/1963, in Boston, Massachusetts.

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