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Labels: Music
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Of course, that much doesn't make a very interesting story, so my question is this: how nerdy is it that most of my internal conflict centered on whether I would be making the mistake that Mr. Collins made with Mr. Darcy (in Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice) by, not knowing Mr. Herion, nevertheless introducing myself to him?
Abby, I find my classmate distracting and annoying; what should I do about this?
The most interesting part of the discussion was my history professor's take on this debate, since it is essentially the same debate we Christians see: "Whenever you have a monotheistic religion, this is going to be an issue, because, if God is the all-powerful creator of everything, how can it be that humans can act outside his will? On the other hand, if God decides everything and humans are drones, what is the point of religion?" Since my professor was an atheist, I thought that her comments were pretty insightful, especially since I have had self-proclaimed Christian professors who have openly mocked Calvinism as ridiculous in class discussions.
On a side note, we discussed Daniel Defoe's Puritan Calvinism in relation to his novel Robinson Crusoe in my very next class. Two out of three class discussions involving Calvinism in one day: that ain't bad at all.
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A great NEW toy for any child. Each Jesus, Moses, or Queen Esther doll gives actual scripture verses to introduce children of all ages to the wisdom of the Bible.Including a complete deconstruction of Jeremiah 29:11.
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The LORD said to the Gideons, "The people with you are too many for me to give the students into their hand, lest they boast over me, saying, 'My own hand has saved me.' Now therefore proclaim in the ears of the people, saying, 'Whoever is fearful and trembling, let him return home and hurry away from UNL.'" Then 22,000 of the people returned, and 10,000 remained.
Bad news: I didn't ask the girl who was wearing it where she got it, and an internet search yielded no search results of worth.
*Sigh* My goal to be cool through pithy t-shirts has been thwarted again.
Labels: Music
Labels: Music
Labels: Music
I think that I agree with this (I'm still not persuaded that covenant theology necessarily leads to infant baptism), but I would have to do significantly more studying and thinking before I can come to a definitive answer.
Any thoughts on this from our infant baptist friends?
Setting: UNL Holdredge Bus (Route #24). 4:30 p.m., Friday afternoon.
Characters: Boy wearing Hastings High School Shirt (I later discover that his name is Paul) and me.
Me: (Noticing boy is wearing shirt from my alma mater) You went to Hastings High School?
Boy: Yeah.
Me: Cool! Me too. What year are you?
Boy: I'm a freshman this year.
Me: Oh, really? Do you know my brother Anthony?
Boy: (Giving me a somewhat puzzled look) Um..yeah. Actually, I guess we live across the street from your family.
Me: Oh, right.
Our story begins at the wedding reception of two very good friends of our hero (that's me). The cake was cut, the bride's bouquet tossed, and the groom had carefully removed the garter from his new bride's leg; it was time for all single men (which, as fate would have it, included our hero (that's me)) to gather in order to try to capture the lucky garter. As the fateful moment came, our hero (that's...well, you get the picture) tried his best to remember his training from the basketball he played in elementary school--being the tallest, our hero was wont to be elected to be his team's jumper for tip-offs.
Furiously trying to block out the other single men, our hero keeps his eyes steadily on the garter. At the moment the garter is released, he lunges for it, probably knocking aside a twelve-year-old or two in the process. On the first attempt, no one is able to capture that elusive marriage charm, and it goes scurrying across the polished, oak dance floor. Our hero, paying no mind to his suit, dives for the garter, sliding across the floor in a testosterone-induced fit of competitiveness. Unfortunately, he is boxed out and another stag gains the trophy.
Walking back (in shame) to where his friends are sitting, our hero is greeted with questions about the nature of his valor, such as, "Are you crazy?" Sitting down and brushing himself off, our hero rests from his activity and inspects the damage.
The moral of this story is: even waxed wood floors are able to tear suit trousers if anyone is stupid enough to slide while wearing them.
However, we fans have a very important part to play in the scheme of Cornhusker athletics--much more important than, for example, simply rooting on the sidelines. ESPN is having a contest for which school has the best mascot (or something like that). You can (and should) vote for Herbie once per day until the contest is over. Access the site here.
The story of Abelard and Eloisa (or, Heloise) is pretty interesting; Wikipedia has a pretty good article on it. Thinking back through the movie (it's been almost a year since I have seen it), I can see some correlations to the story and the poem, but not between the Jim Carrey and the Kate Winslet characters; instead, the story seems to be most similar to the movie's subplot about the doctor and the Kirsten Dunst characters.