1 Corinthians 15:33-36 Do not be misled: "Bad company corrupts good character." Come back to your senses as you ought, and stop sinning; for there are some who are ignorant of God-I say this to your shame. But someone will ask, "How are the dead raised? With what kind of body will they come?" How foolish! What you sow does not come to life unless it dies.
Once upon a time there stood a house upon a hill, within the valley. The house had to it a spooky style of standard. In this case; the standard having to it a variety of different meanings, each of which would have its appropriate meaning on the appropriate occasion. Occasions such as when spooky would have been more excitable. Or other occasions for stories when spooky would have been more unnatural in ways of being nervous, creepy, sinister or weird. On more regular occasions meanwhile, the spooky meaning would be defined as having to it a terrifying, gloomy, depressive or disheartening sensation to its ways of giving off a variety of atmospherics.
Winter is here, and Halloween too. Christmas is on its way with a new year to follow. It is at this period of the year when folk begin to ask me; ‘are you alright?’ or ‘where were you last night?’ Even comments relating to; ‘where is your story this week?’ Well my response being that during such a timespan of the winter period, I seem to so much lack the ability to progress. Especially now maybe, my working years are over, I might even talk myself into relaxing in bed more often. That is over the winter period. There do however come the occasions when I have the need to be on more alert, and ready to fight a battle, even if it might be related to voluntary work. On this occasion however, the words just seemed to put themselves together, into a blog or otherwise story. Where it was the words came from, I cannot say, except to remember that God saw it all from the beginning, when the standard would have been caught!
Through an unmistakable and distinct cool if not cold and crispy winter period now entering into this country Great Britain, it was now time to turn back all clocks by one hour so to once again, begin to accept a shivery Arctic winter period. It would be clear to observe, as all nights would now be drawing so much sooner, together with that frosty feel. Such a period of daylight would be definitely declining, and therefore slowly but surely disappearing and bringing in therefore, a notable early night-time environment.
Meanwhile, it was as I stood at the window of my study, I admired the scene of dusk or sunset or put it another way, sundown as the scene of the sun disappeared into a decent shade of red at 16:30 hours over to the west. Perhaps a red sky at night, is a Shepherds delight. My delight too quite honestly, as a winter period in a variety of ways, is not for me.
A difficult period of the year to practice my English and bring forward a further story for; my home is being well lit by aid of SAD lighting, especially fitted for such occasions of being situated within such a depressive atmosphere, and therefore, bringing with it a problem of seasonal effective disorder. Each and every atmospheric sound it so seemed, would have carried on and would have consisted of either a crackling or otherwise snapping sound of interference. From where it was that so many of these unfamiliar strange sounds of such outstanding hindrance were arriving from, could not be perceived.
It would have been when such a juncture came to pass, with such sounds in the deepening darkness that represented those that would be heard on the occasions of an evening or night of Halloween. A sudden dampening sound of a crack, or otherwise collapse of maybe a mishap caused by something suddenly falling down, or caving in would have occurred. However, through facts and reasons used so to support an argument, a conclusion could not be contacted. We decided that creatures such as cats must be the suspects, and especially having them all today coping through results of tree pruning and becoming therefore, more branched off.
Yet a further and more additional winter period, it was clear, was now on close approach as now, I stood to observe the sunset scene within the rear countryside landscape of my mansion. It had been that previous winter period, when most if not all tremendously tall trees that were standing along the railway embankment beside my large Georgian style home, had been reduced to ground level, leaving more on show, the layout of both developed shrubs and trees within the landscape of my imposing home. The moonlight as the sunlight set, that had also been cut out from fighting its way through, was now managing to reach its way from the south, with comfort.
Among a south western section of developed trees came the pines, that played their parts in bringing in further scenes of stronger serviced fir trees. Planted beneath, came the scene of evergreen shrubs as the moonlight merged in and fought its way through whilst, intermingling between so many branches and focussing onto the surface layer of ground containing a matt of grass and grass roots. In ways I suppose, representing the scene of lit up Christmas trees. However, the drawback on this occasion, being the hindrance of I suppose, strange sounds intermingling with the moon-light.
Way down the carpet of lawn, and more or less out of sight, was where the barn stood. It was here where the required tools so to enable a variety of operations upon the spectrum of frameworks on show, would be safely stored. It did so seem that, whatever time of year it may be, there is exercise and yet further employment within the garden. This would have been, especially since the trees upon the railway embankment were no longer standing and, more light naturally, mostly during the summer period, was reaching touch down to earth.
The summer period that had just departed and had made good contact through communication upon such a variety of plantations or otherwise branches within the garden as a variety of trees shed their leaves, it was clear to observe, was now almost over. The trees meanwhile planted within the landscape area of the garden, had been pruned that week and branches cut off. A variety of the trees now having to them a taller height, as others had been cut down lower. A style of waves being formed I suppose, hopefully inviting more smooth and not rough daylight waves and breeze waves also, as the Great British summer time springs in next year. All branches that had been cut off however, shall now have to return to compost so as begin all over again for, Jesus after all is the seed. Stay with the Lord!
James 3:13-18 Who among you is wise and understanding? Let him show by his good behavior his deeds in the gentleness of wisdom. But if you have bitter jealousy and selfish ambition in your heart, do not be arrogant and so lie against the truth. This wisdom is not that which comes down from above, but is earthly, natural, demonic. For where jealousy and selfish ambition exist, there is disorder and every evil thing. But the wisdom from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, reasonable, full of mercy and good fruits, unwavering, without hypocrisy. And the seed whose fruit is righteousness is sown in peace by those who make peace.