Wolf Moon Science

Had somebody try and post this comment and I felt it deserved it’s own special entry:

So, why on earth waste your time reading the bible ? What’s your point?
You see, … no matter how hard you want to understand the bible, you will never gonna understand it, even in your lifetime. So God has these to say to your kind :
” But unto the wicked God saith, What hast to do to declare my statutes , or that thou shouldest take my covenant in thy mouth ? Seeing thou hatest instruction ,and casteth my words behind thee ” Psalms 50:16-17
“The WICKED , through the pride of his countenance, will not seek after God : God is not in all his thought” Psalms 10:4

And Bro. Paul, has this to say to your Kind :
” And even as they did not like to retain God in their knowledge, God gave them…

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The Bookshelf of Emily J.

Warning:  I wrote this in anger.  I had just received an email from a girl twelve years my junior who demanded things I could not give her and did not have any manners.

Second Warning: I wrote this after reading The Narcissism Epidemic: Living in the Age of Entitlement by Jean M. Twenge and W. Keith Campbell.  It’s a book I highly recommend, but I do realize that not every young person is narcissistic, entitled, and rude.  However, the girl I mentioned above was all of those things.

You’ve been warned!

As a college instructor, I have occasion to receive emails from students.  These messages tend to reflect the younger generation’s inability to communicate effectively.  However, more concerning is the disrespect shown when attempting to converse with an adult.  The emails tend to lack salutation and regard for the receiver’s feelings or schedule.  They also reveal an entitlement and…

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Maid of Culmore

Celtic Thunder Lyrics

Sung by Keith Harkin, Neil Byrne, George Donaldson, Ryan Kelly and Emmet Cahill.

Leaving sweet lovely Derry for fair London town
There is no finer harbor all around can be found
Where the youngsters, each evening, go down to the shore
And the joy bells are ringing for the maid of Culmore

The first time I saw her, she passed me by
And the next time I saw her, she bid me goodbye
But the last time I saw her, it grieved my heart sore
For she sailed down Loch Foyle and away from Culmore

If I had the power: the storms for to rise
I would make the wind blow out and I’d darken the skies
I’d make the wind blow high and the salt seas to roar
‘Til the day that my darling sailed away from Culmore

To the back parts of America, my love, I’ll go seek

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