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I beg to differ. Grace and Peace, Raffi
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Friday is for Fried Brain Cells: The Zoo Edition
The human brain is a gift from God. Failure to use it, therefore, is a sin. Here's this week's most egregious sinner... The moral of the story?... Don't climb into a polar bear's habitat during feeding time. Grace and Peace, Raffi
My Contribution to the Kingdom
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One Pilgrim's Progress
I was feeding swine when the Light found me. I could not resist it. Either that, or I had nothing left to loose. Some combination of both, I suspect. I sprinted toward it...at first. Sprinting makes one tired. I rested. And rested. The light grew dimmer. I missed it's brightness. So I got up. Having learned my lesson, I paced myself. Which is to say I decided when I would follow the light and when I would not. Much less tiring than sprinting. But the light continued to grow dimmer. I let go of the sprint/trot battle, and tried to allow the light to lead me at its pace. The light grew brighter. It was also warm now. I basked in its warmth for a while. Got me a fruity drink with an little umbrella in it. Rubbed on some lotion. Good times. Refreshed, I moved on. Some asked about my tan. Some asked about my tropical attitude. I told them stories about the light and the warmth. Some found it foolish. Others seemed jealous. Others desired it for themselves. Others preferred the dark and ...
Easter Twitter Search
This is a screenshot of a random search of a few terms tweeted on Eastern morning. It made me sad. Grace and Peace, Raffi