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Love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your mind. And love
your neighbor as yourself.
Listen to the voice within
John 20 - "Jesus came and stood among them and said, "Peace be with you!"
After he said this, he showed them his hands and side. The disciples were overjoyed when they
saw the Lord."
It's been burned into my mind, just a few words that Jesus said. Love the
Lord with all your heart and all your soul and all your mind. This is the first and greatest
commandment. The second is like it: Love your neighbor as yourself.
Dan Rather once asked Mother Teresa, "What do you say to God when you pray?"
Mother Teresa answered quietly, "I listen." Taken aback, Rather tried again, "Well then" he
said, "What does God say to you?" Mother Teresa smiled and said; "He listens."
I built this site in about two weeks for GateHouse Media newspapers.
We are a proud sponsor of this Web site, which theorically gives you the chance to do it your way.
Another place where I scribble.
I don't spend all my time on the computer
I still blush when reading this
Her words ring as loud and true today as they did nearly three months ago. "What have we done to our children?" The question came from my wife. She asked it as we stared blankly at the walls.
It must have been the spring of 1982. I still remember the day, not the day
of the week mind you. But it was a gorgeous day ... the sky blue, no coat necessary, a line
at Emo's.
You need to be a Rush fan and a guitar player to enjoy these interpretations of deep thoughts orginally written by Alex Lifeson.
You don't have to be a Rush fan to enjoy these deep thoughts on Rush, the Canadian rock band.
The Digital Audio Masters, aka my brother and friends, work on their
Flash-based audio and video Web site.
This poem was selected as a semi-finalist in a Poetry.com contest, and may be
published in one of its upcoming books.
Gotta get comfortable, pull up in the chair and get my back and arms just
right to type as fast as I can, cigarette dangling from mouth while preparing to smoke yet
another butt I don't need. Pfsss ... whoooooosh.
A cool little poem by Rachael
Enjoy a child's dream
What's better than very good mashed potatoes?
Geneaologists know we're all related
I can still feel the rumbling in my chest 18 years later. Ooo-rah, we cried.
It was a bellowing sound, a deep groan felt by few and proud men. It always carried the day,
raised spirits and proclaimed the greatness of the finest fighters in the world. Ooo-rah!
Crunching numbers from six years of Strat
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