The Mysterious Writing and the Selfish King

Belshazzar palace was close to the Tigris and Euphrates rivers and the Hanging Gardens of Babylon. Nebuchadnezzar the king of Babylon had a son named Belshazzar. When Belshazzar became King God was angry at Belshazzar for being so selfish that he forgot about God. God sent Daniel to help Belshazzar understand God’s message. By those rivers a wondrous thing was about to happen.

God sent a message to the king. A mysterious hand wrote a cryptic message on a wall. The king called for his super-wise men, but they could not understand the language that it was written in. Belshazzar started shaking head to toe in fear. The queen announced, “I know a man who is very wise and whom your father trusted.” He sent for Daniel who interpreted the writing, “God is angry at you for worshiping false gods.”

That very evening, a king named Darius of the Medes took over the kingdom of Babylon. He captured the city of Babylon while Belshazzar died horrifically.

Observing a Good Advent

Advent-Wreath-800I love the posts people share in this penitent, but expectant time of the church year. I have recently re-tagged all of our posts shared in the past around Advent and Nativity. I invite you to share some of your own favorite blog posts in the comment section below that we may be mutually encouraged by one another’s faith.

Blessed and fruitful time to all in preparation our Our Lord Jesus Christ’s Nativity in human flesh!

Happy Birthday Blog!

Only two years ago today, Like Mendicant Monks had its beginning. Here we are two years later still delivering reflections, media reviews, and hard hitting analysis of wherever on the planet our family happens to find itself.

Thanks to all of you who have been with us on the journey since the beginning and to all who may have more recently joined us. We have come a long way together, and with God’s help, we have miles to go before we sleep. May God richly bless you all!

Sochi on the Mind

Just getting ready to sit down as a family and watch the Winter Olympics Opening Ceremony tonight in Sochi, Russia on the Black Sea. It is a long and often difficult road for any city to host a worldwide event like the Olympics, and we have personally traveled that road with Sochi. Went there several times as a family and blogged about it as well, for those interested in reading something else about this resort, seaside beauty besides Russia’s stance on homosexuality or difficulty with security. We can’t wait ourselves to see on TV how much they have built since we visited a few years ago.

Tea Time in Boston

Just making sure my readers here don’t miss what is posted in my otherwise dormant blog…

Mendicant Monk's avatarBoston Pilgrim Tours

Today marks the 240th anniversary of what has come to be known as the Boston Tea Party, December 16, 1773. We had the good fortune of taking our home school to the new living history museum that has been built in Boston Harbor to commemorate the historic event (free to all on this historic day). The old museum was closed in 2001 and later suffered a fire in 2007. But the new living history museum that has been built in its place is better than ever before.

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Our Thanksgiving Celebration

4298751.thbHere’s my middle daughter also getting in on the blogging action with a piece about today’s celebration of the great American holiday of Thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving is about pilgrims. They gathered food and had a feast with the Indians. Today we celebrate thanksgiving by making a puppet show for our guests. Continue reading

I Love the City Until…..

I love that Chris Tomlin song as well… Makes me proud to be worshiping in an urban Church! Two quotes come to mind. G.K. Chesterton said of patriotism, “I do not love a country/city because it is necessarily lovable. It is lovable because I love it.” I used this in my post on New York City.

Also, “As harbors in the ocean, God established Churches in the cities; so that, fleeing from the confusion of life’s matters, we might enjoy serenity there.” St. John Chrysostom.

Marilyn's avatarMarilyn R. Gardner

Boston from Federal Reserve Bank Building

Last night someone broke into our car. I foolishly left the windows down – just one inch, forgot to lock the doors, and didn’t alarm the car. It was a, what do you call it? A sitting duck? Open game?

Whatever the idiom, there was nothing to prevent someone from trying to get in.

We keep little in our car. Some coins for parking meters – a city ‘must-have’, Kleenex, and Altoids. Altoids were strewn across the passenger seat. Quarters and dimes were gone, the thief randomly leaving nickles. My husband found the car this way well past midnight as he went to pick up one of our kids from the airport.

We live in the city, and I love the city. I love the bustle. I love being able to walk to get coffee, walk to get groceries, walk to the subway that takes me just three stops to…

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