Put it Up

For zeal for Your house has consumed me,
And the reproaches of those who reproach You
have fallen on me.

Psalm 69:9

Found the notes to Pastor's talk.
He asked, "Why are you here?"
Cause you're supposed to be, my instant response.

All under considerable "stress" I might digress.

There were a couple of twits behind me.

Twitting, snickering. Yukking it up generally.

They were distracting and irreverent in assembly!
So I turned, after a glance, and told them to be quiet.

All along, "Worse than washerwomen." redounded.
"Here the church, here's the steeple...

open the doors, there's the people." Get it?

Awful gossips; totally misinformed. To the grave.

The Pastor asked again, "What can't you stand?"

Thinking that through: Mexican standoff, if you please.

Why? They pick fights all the time; can't stand that.

Then can't stand yourself because you'd clobber them.

Well, it came down to annoyance and indignation.

Let it go and help 'em out anyway. Supposed to.

"Do you care?" Indeed we do. Take it easy. Be nice.

It will all work out; never the end of the world.

Almighty and most merciful Father, we humbly beseech Thee, of Thy great goodness, to restrain these immoderate rains with which we have had to contend. Grant us fair weather for Battle. Graciously hearken to us as soldiers who call upon Thee that, armed with Thy power, we may advance from victory to victory, and crush the oppression and wickedness of our enemies, and establish Thy justice among men and nations. Amen.

James O'Neill wrote that up . . .
December 1944 when Panzers met.
Quite defeated were they.

No problem, Pastor. We've already won.