Thisby Thestoop and the Black Mountain

It’s fair to say that I read a good number of books children’s books. Having kids of my own, I like to pilfer their shelves from time to time. In our house, we like to stock “the classics” as a sort of quality guarantee. Since children’s books became a genre there have been writers who have tried to cash in on the children’s market as a way to make a quick buck with little effort. Reading “the classics” means that you get the best books from every era without having to wade through the formulaic twaddle, most of which has mercifully been forgotten over the years.
It’s a different story with modern children’s books. Picking up a new children’s book means taking a chance on wasting your time, and the modern children’s book publishing machine loves tried and true formulas. After the success of Harry Potter we got books about schools for magical/mythological/specially talented kids who are sorted into groups based on their personalities. After The Hunger Games took off, we’ve have had m…

Ash Wednesday

Forasmuch as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in sure and certain hope of the Resurrection to eternal life, through our Lord Jesus Christ; who shall change our vile body, that it may be like unto his glorious body, according to the mighty working, whereby he is able to subdue all things to himself. 
-Book of Common Prayer, 1662

The Day is Past and Gone
Words by: John Leland, 1792
Tune by: Elisha West, 1802

The day is past and gone;
The evening shades appear:
Oh may we all remember well
The night of death draws near.

We lay our garments by
Upon our beds to rest;
So death will soon disrobe us all
of what we here possess.

Lord keep us safe this night,
Secure from all our fears;
May angels guard us while we sleep,
'Till morning light appears.

And when we early rise
And view th'unwearied sun,
May we set out to win the prize
And after glory run.

And when our days are past
And we from time remove,
O may we in Thy bosom rest,
The bosom of Thy love.

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