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Round the Sphere Again

The all Canadian edition.

Bet You Can’t
Name all the Canadian provinces and territories in under 2 minutes. Okay, there are only 13 total, so you might be able to name them, but the bigger question is, “Can you spell them?” How did you do?

Show and Tell
Violet spent one day last week celebrating on the streets of Vancouver and she has stories and photos. “All in all,” she writes, “it was a beautiful day….”

Fewer Peeps Than California
That hat tip for this video goes to Tim Challies. In it Tom Brokaw explains Canada to Americans. Life where I live, says he, is only for the hardy. (Did you know that one of the airports that allowed American jets to land on 9-11 is just a few blocks from my house?)

If you pause 2:00 minutes in, you’ll find the perfect cheat sheet for the Canadian provinces and territories quiz above. But you wouldn’t need  to use it, would you?


Sunday's Hymn

Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus

O soul, are you weary and troubled?
No light in the darkness you see?
There’s a light for a look at the Savior,
And life more abundant and free!


Turn your eyes upon Jesus,
Look full in His wonderful face,
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim,
In the light of His glory and grace.

Through death into life everlasting
He passed, and we follow Him there;
Over us sin no more hath dominion—
For more than conquerors we are!

His Word shall not fail you—He promised;
Believe Him, and all will be well:
Then go to a world that is dying,
His perfect salvation to tell!

—Helen Lemmel

Other hymns, worship songs, sermons etc. posted today:

Have you posted a hymn (or sermon, sermon notes, prayer, etc.) today and I missed it? Let me know by leaving a link in the comments or by emailing me at the address in the sidebar and I’ll add your post to the list.


Saturday's Old Photo

This is my dad’s family. I’m not sure what the occasion is, but they are all dressed up for something, aren’t they? There’s no date on the photo (Update: My sister dates the photo at about 1948), but I’d guess that the youngest children are teenagers and one son, as you can see, already has a child. My grandpa is in the center; my grandma is the second from the left; the others are their four sons, two daughters, and one granddaughter. My dad is the second from the right if you don’t count the baby.

This is what we would call a blended family. My grandma and grandpa each had two children when they married, and together they had three more, including a little boy who died when he was a few months old. There two last names—my dad and his brother were Russells and the rest were Vogts—but it was one strong family.

There are five of the six Vogt/Russell sons and daughters still living, and here you see them in a photo from their family reunion last summer. My dad is the one in the center. It’s my dad’s full brother, the son on the far left of the old photo, who is missing. The remaining brothers and sisters range in age now from their seventies to nineties.

The last time I saw this group was when my mother passed away 6 years ago. Every one of them came for the memorial service. The one brother and two sisters who still live in Kansas, along with the brother’s wife, drove all the way up to Minnesota together.

I’m hoping I inherited their spunk.