partying at the Ritz-Celestine

Yes, the was supposed to be the full title of the earlier post.Our gracious and lovely hostess,along with her sons, Mark, Michael and their family and friends made this an evening that I will cherish forever.

Partying at the

My dearest friend-Celestine

A birthday party, and what a party, was hosted by the Laney family and was a celebration of the life and as a tribute to Celestine B. Laney. The party was held at the Ritz Carlton and was MCed by her talented sons, Michael and Mark.

I am pictured in the lower left hand corner in an earlier picture with Celestine.She is also pictured in the middle with one of her neighbors.
My friend, Ethel, is pictured in the upper right hand of the photo.
Celeste had prepared a collage of pictures for each of the eight tables.

Two of Michael" daughter and his wife were seated at our table. Michael is a West Point graduate and his brother, Mark, has a Phd. in theology and is a faculty member in a Southern college as well as an ordained minister.

Truly, a night of joy and happpiness that linger forever in my heart.

This verse from Sir Launfal search for the holy grail is typical of Celeste. SHE GIVES HERSELF WITH THE GIFT.

"The Holy Supper is kept indeed
In whatsoer we share with anothers need
not what we give, but what we share
for the gift without the giver is bare
Who gives themselves with their gift feeds three
Themselves,their hungering neighbor and THEE"

Ellen and Randy visit the Valley

Ellen and Randy brightened Brigid, Summer and Dan's home over the weekend.
Ellen is the public relations director for the Poudre Schools in Fort Collins, Colorado, some 26,ooo student population.
Ellen is an avid and talented tennis player and the warm(76) degree weather here this week enanabled her and Randy to play doubles with Brigid and Dan on the courts near Dan and Brigid's home. Brigid is in a tennis club that includes the wives of some of the Phoenix Suns players.
We all enjoyed dinner at Brigid and Dan's home on Friday evening. Summer had broken her wrist during Christmas vacation and had on this day had the cast removed.
On Saturday we lunched at the Greekfeast where Dan and I usually lunch on saturdays.

I am,among all men, most blessed!!

amazing grace-1

PRUDEN: The amazing grace of Christmas morn
Wesley Pruden (Contact)Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Comment
Print Download -->Translate -->
Font Size
Share
Got a Question?
You Report
Click-2-Listen
document.write('');

washington_ti859:http://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2008/dec/23/the-amazing-grace-of-christmas-morn/

Buzz up!
ANALYSIS/OPINION:
The malls and the Main Streets will soon fall silent. The ringing cash registers and the happy cries of children will be but ghostly echoes across silent streets as hearths beckon, gathering friends and families.
But in the clutter of Christmas morn, the Christ born in a manger 2,000 years ago still lives, liberating the hearts of sinners and transforming the lives of the wicked. The authentic story of the redeeming power of the Christmas message is nowhere more vividly illustrated than in the incredible life of an English slaver named John Newton.
John Newton was born 300 years ago into a seafaring family in Liverpool. His mother was a godly woman whose faith gave her life meaning. She died when John was 7, and he recalled as the sweetest remembrance of childhood the soft and tender voice of his mother at prayer.
His father married again, and John left school at 11 to go to sea with him. He quickly adopted the vulgar life of rough seamen, though the memory of his mother's faith remained. "I saw the necessity of religion as a means of escaping hell," he recalled many years later, "but I loved sin."
On shore leave, he was seized by a press gang and abducted aboard HMS Harwich, and life grew coarser. He ran away, was captured, put in chains, stripped before the mast and flogged mercilessly. "The Lord had by all appearances given me up to judicial hardness. I was capable of anything. I had not the least fear of God, nor the least sensibility of conscience. I was firmly persuaded that after death I should merely cease to be."
The captain of the Harwich traded him to the skipper of a slaving ship, bound for West Africa to take aboard human cargo. "At this period of my life," he later reflected, "I was big with mischief and, like one afflicted with a pestilence, was capable of spreading a taint wherever I went."

John Newton
John's new captain liked him, however, and took him to his plantation on an island off the African coast, where he had taken as his wife a beautiful but cruel African princess. She grew jealous of John and was glad when it was time for them to sail.
John, however, fell ill, and the captain left him in his wife's care. The ship was barely over the horizon when she threw him into a pig sty, with a board for a bed and a log for a pillow, blinded him, and left him in delirium to die. He did not die, but was kept in chains in a cage and fed swill from her table. Word spread through the district that a black woman was keeping a white slave, and many came to taunt him. They threw limes and stones at him, mocking his misery. He would have starved if slaves waiting passage to the Americas had not shared meager scraps of food.
Five years passed, and when the captain returned, John told how he had been treated. The captain called him a liar and branded him a thief. When they sailed John was treated ever more harshly, allowed to eat only the entrails of animals butchered for the crew's mess.
"The voyage quite broke my constitution," he would recall, "and the effects would always remain with me as a needful memento of the service of wages and sin." Like Job, he became a magnet for adversity. His ship crashed onto the rocks, and he despaired that God's mercy remained after his life of hostile indifference to the Gospel. "During the time I was engaged in the slave trade," he said, "I never had the least scruple to its lawfulness."
The wanton sinner, the arrogant blasphemer, the mocker of the faith was at last driven to his knees: "My prayer was like the cry of ravens, which yet the Lord does not disdain to hear." Miraculously, he was rescued, and made his way back to England to reflect on the mercies God had shown him in his awful life. He fell under the preaching of George Whitefield and the influence of John Wesley, and was born again into the new life in Christ.
On Christmas Eve in 1807, he died at the age of 82, leaving a dazzling testimony to the miracle born on Christmas.
"I commit my soul to my gracious God and Savior, who mercifully spared and preserved me, when I was an apostate, a blasphemer and an infidel, and delivered me from that state on the coast of Africa into which my obstinate wickedness had plunged me." His testimony, set to music, would become the favorite hymn of Christendom:
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.
• Wesley Pruden is editor emeritus of The Washington Times.
Click here for reprint permissions! Copyright 2009 The Washington Times, LLC

The young and the....

well, the not so young.
Sam,Ben and yours truly.

The gifts were small but.......

The love was large-Sam on my right and Ben on my left.

A good time was had by all.

Most blessed

I am of all men,most blessed.

A pre-holiday visist to Loveland, Colorado allowed me to hook up with Ben,on my left, and with Sam on my right. My grandsons are the children of Lisa and Greg Rye and a tribute must be paid to them for their loving parenting.