Sunday, September 20, 2009
They throw in Drummer Hodge, to rest
Uncoffined – just as found:
His landmark is a kopje-crest
That breaks the veldt around;
And foreign constellations west
Each night above his mound.
Young Hodge the Drummer never knew –
Fresh from his Wessex home –
The meaning of the broad Karoo,
The Bush, the dusty loam,
And why uprose to nightly view
Strange stars amid the gloam.
Yet portion of that unknown plain
Will Hodge forever be;
His homely Northern breast and brain
Grow to some Southern tree,
And strange-eyed constellation reign
His stars eternally.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Another day serving the Lord. Isn't it amazing that God finds little ways to remind you that He is in control? Needless to say, I had a few ways shown to me this week of who is in control!
Finally it is weekend, I love my job, but it is nice to step away a bit :-)
This story was posted by a friend of mine - Olly Peet - About the ferries docking infront of the Africa Mercy in Benin.
Thought you might appreciate this photo taken from the Africa Mercy's bridge, showing the little ferries moored by our bow. The one on the left and the one of the right carry hundreds of passengers and tons of cargo between Benin and Gabon, on the west coast of central Africa. I doubt either of them are seaworthy by our standards (certainly their sewage systems aren't, for this is where most of the raw sewage in the port comes from!) The ship in the middle is mostly abandoned with only a handful of unpaid Nigerian seamen keeping watch. All the passengers must climb from one ship to the other to get ashore, and only last week a passenger fell between the ships and died.