Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Laws Of Forgiveness
"For over 20 years, a warlord kidnaps children, forcing them to be soldiers or sex slaves." This sentence applies to the tyrant leader of LRA, Joseph Kony. I chose this example from the handout because it is especially terrible and is the worst situation explained on the paper, therefore it strengthens my answer whether or not the listed acts deserve forgiveness. My answer to all these questions was "yes." I answer this way because the Bible explains that we are to forgive all men if we expect to be forgiven, and that God will judge everyone according to their actions. It is not my position to convict those who have done wrong, for I myself have done wrong, and it does not matter to what degree of extremity a person practices foul things I must forgive because I have been instructed to forgive all who have committed evil deeds.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Kindness
I witnessed the strange event
Of terrible magnitude
The giraffes had all been shaved
And now naked giraffes stood
Like macaroni with no cheese
Taunted by their neighbors
But the creatures laughed it off
For they were the ones
Who would not sweat that summer
And so they ate some leaves
Meanwhile not sweating
Of terrible magnitude
The giraffes had all been shaved
And now naked giraffes stood
Like macaroni with no cheese
Taunted by their neighbors
But the creatures laughed it off
For they were the ones
Who would not sweat that summer
And so they ate some leaves
Meanwhile not sweating
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Oil Trough
As I walk out the front door of my Oil Trough home, I am greeted by dense, warm air. My lungs are filled with the dust of this small farming town; the scents of dirt and manure from the fields sting my nostrils. Walking down the side of the road, I observe the multitude of small, decaying animals. Small pets usually don't last along these dangerous lanes. The road seems to always be alive with the thunderous roars of impatient vehicles raging past (although the speed limit is 35). The soft grass blankets the hard ground beneath me, like a cushion lain over metal springs. Hundreds of insects jump and fly around my feet as they fall. Birds chirp, thousands of them, thickening the air with a manifold of calls and whistles. I take a deep breath, the air barely touching my tongue as I inhale. This is Oil Trough, the perfect image of small town America.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Internet Safety Tips From Your Pal, Shibonkie
Don't post any information you would not want the wrong person to see.
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