"Oh Holy Night" is my all time favorite Christmas classic. I love "The Little Drummer Boy" too...
But for a more 'contemporary' favorite, it's hard to beat the Eagles' version of "Please come home for Christmas".
i really love "it came upon a midnight clear" "little drummer boy" and "oh holy night" as classic christmas songs.
here is a link to not only find the lyrics but to hear the music to the songs as well: http://www.xmasfun.com/default.asp.
merry christmas, good friends..... there is so much to be thankful for.
"Oh Holy Night" is my all time favorite Christmas classic. I love "The Little Drummer Boy" too...
But for a more 'contemporary' favorite, it's hard to beat the Eagles' version of "Please come home for Christmas".
wall street journal, december 9, 2002. marketplace section in an article about mormons.... "the mormon church, of course, isn't the only religion to shun or cast out dissenting members, scholars say.
the vatican has excommunicated catholics for disobeying papal edicts.
many orthodox jews disown family members for marrying outside the faith.
Wall Street Journal, December 9, 2002. Marketplace Section in an article about Mormons...
"The Mormon Church, of course, isn't the only religion to shun or cast out dissenting members, scholars say. The Vatican has excommunicated Catholics for disobeying papal edicts. Many Orthodox Jews disown family members for marrying outside the faith. For years, Jehovah's Witnesses who received blood transfusions--a practice barred by the faith--were excommunicated, although they aren't anymore."
Since when?
i just got this via email;.
you may already know this, but i thought it.
> interesting.
It never ceases to amaze me how people can find significant meaning in anything. Give someone a simple phrase or song, and they'll read into it whatever fits their agenda. In fact, a coworker and I just realized that "The 12 Days of Christmas" is really a song that helps followers of Satan remember pertinent facts about their Dark Lord. You will be amazed!
Given this new finding, certainly it can be said that no person truly wishing to celebrate Christmas would partake in singing such a sinful, wicked song.
facinating results from a global poll relating to public opinions of america in various countries around the world.. [url] http://www.torontostar.com/nasapp/cs/contentserver?pagename=thestar/layout/article_type1&c=article&cid=1035775217105&call_pageid=968332188854&col=968350060724[/url].
a major survey on international opinion released in washington yesterday shows u.s. popularity has plunged across much of the world amid mounting perceptions that the united states is running roughshod over other nations.
the planet's sole superpower commands only tepid affection, just as the u.s. government struggles to win international support for a possible military incursion against iraq as the next stage in its war on terrorism.. in fact, the prospect of a u.s.-led offensive aimed at overthrowing iraqi dictator saddam hussein has become a major irritant between washington and even its closest allies.. .
This essay was printed after the events of September 11. It remains a favorite of mine, and the whole time I've been reading this thread, it's been on my mind. Read On:
TRIBUTE TO THE UNITED STATES - editorial from a Canadian news paper
America: The Good Neighbor.
Widespread but only partial news coverage was given recently to a remarkable editorial broadcast from Toronto by Gordon Sinclair, a Canadian television commentator. What follows is the full text of his trenchant remarks as printed in the Congressional Record:
"This Canadian thinks it is time to speak up for the Americans as the most generous and possibly the least appreciated people on all the earth. Germany, Japan and, to a lesser extent, Britain and Italy were lifted out of the debris of war by the Americans who poured in billions of dollars and forgave other billions in debts. None of these
countries is today paying even the interest on its remaining debts to the United States.
When France was in danger of collapsing in 1956, it was the Americans who propped it up, and their reward was to be insulted and swindled on the streets of Paris. I was there. I saw it.
When earthquakes hit distant cities, it is the United States that hurries in to help. This spring, 59 American communities were flattened by tornadoes. Nobody helped.
The Marshall Plan and the Truman Policy pumped billions of dollars into discouraged countries. Now newspapers in those countries are writing about the decadent, warmongering Americans.
I'd like to see just one of those countries that is gloating over the erosion of the United States dollar build its own airplane. Does any other country in the world have a plane to equal the Boeing Jumbo Jet, the Lockheed Tri-Star, or the Douglas DC10? If so, why don't they fly them? Why do all the International lines except Russia fly American
Planes?
Why does no other land on earth even consider putting a man or woman on the moon? You talk about Japanese technocracy, and you get radios. You talk about German technocracy, and you get automobiles. You talk about American technocracy, and you find men on the moon - not once, but several times -and safely home again.
You talk about scandals, and the Americans put theirs right in the store window for everybody to look at . Even their draft-dodgers are not pursued and hounded. They are here on our streets, and most of them, unless they are breaking Canadian laws, are getting American dollars from ma and pa at home to spend here.
When the railways of France, Germany and India were breaking down through age, it was the Americans who rebuilt them. When the Pennsylvania Railroad and the New York Central went broke, nobody loaned them an old caboose. Both are still broke.
I can name you 5000 times when the Americans raced to the help of other people in trouble. Can you name me even one time when someone else raced to the Americans in trouble? I don't think there was outside help even during the San Francisco earthquake.
Our neighbors have faced it alone, and I'm one Canadian who is damned tired of hearing them get kicked around. They will come out of this thing with their flag high. And when they do, they are entitled to thumb their nose at the lands that are gloating over their present troubles. I hope Canada is not one of those.
Stand proud, America!
has anyone ever heard this riddle?
it's been around a while, and it goes like this - a surgeon, named mr. william jennings, decided one day to take his six-year-old son for ride in the family car to buy some ice cream.
tragically dr. jennings' automobile was broad-sided by another car travelling at a very high rate of speed.
You can walk INTO a forest only half way. After that, you're walking OUT OF the forest.
received this email this morning:.
good day,.
with warm heart i offer my friendship, and greetings, and i hope this mail meets you in good time.
Very well known scam... It's been around for years and has even recently received national attention (I think Dateline did a story?).
I used to read things like that e-mail and wonder who in the world would ever fall for such crap. It never ceases to amaze me how many seemingly rational, moderately intelligent people out there fall for such nonsense. And then to go on Dateline and advertise how ridiculously gullible and downright stupid you are? Puh-leeze.
for those that pray, do you pray only in quiet reverence and thankfulness or do you also pray as if god were right there in front of you and you have this bee in your bonnet (or whatever .
personally i pray to god about anything even about being upset with him.
i love god and do not fear him so to lovingly be upset with him sometimes, is just me.
A thought or two on prayer...
I think that what trips so many people up in their prayer life is that they hold a somewhat rigid definition of just what constitutes a prayer or the act of praying
I remember a time in my life that I was fairly certain that there was no God, that while my lips were forming the familiar words of praise, my mind was reciting a very different refrain: "I dont even believe in you, why am I saying these things? Are you even there? Am I just talking to myself? Do you even exist? Why dont you ever answer if youre actually there?" Occasionally the internal dialogue would become even more intense and dissolve into anger: "I hate this. I hate you. I cant believe Im spending my time talking to the great imaginary friend of mankind To hell with this, to hell with YOU, You're a waste of my time."
I confided my doubts to a friend one afternoon. How was prayer something I could continue to participate in if, in my heart, I was anything but prayerful? He told me that, at times, his oldest son would get angry at him and resentful of decisions hed made during the course of parenting. Often, the boy would refuse to speak to him at all. Other times his son would lash out angrily at him verbally. He said that, though neither situation was particularly enjoyable, he much preferred the latter, because even though his child was furious with him, at least he was still talking to him. That story made me realize that even at my angriest, my most resentful dialogue was still a prayer. It was still communicating with God, still speaking to him. In my mind, I began to associate prayer with conversation with God. I decided that my prayer life would change. I would tell God what I was actually feeling, and when I didnt know what I wanted to say, I realized that sometimes the desire to pray is in itself a prayer. My thoughts and feelings during prayer werent distracting God from the needs and desires of others. This is GOD were talking about, not AT&T. You cant jam his lines.
I still doubt, I still get angry sometimes, I still wonder at times if He's listening. The difference is that I've decided its OK to think these things, but instead of holding them close and never speaking them aloud, I give them to God as part of the conversation. I used to believe he didnt ever answer my prayers. Now I believe he always did. He just didn't always say yes.
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it's just shocking!
what is wrong with this man dangling a small child out of the hotel balcony????.
I think the better question is "Why the hell does he do anything?"
That freak is horrific. The fact that he's got THREE children now is insane. Where is the department of children and families when you need them?
And that baby looks pretty white to me... Did he steal it out of a stroller in Toys 'R Us?
just the other night i was feeling a bit down and when i went to bed i started to pray , then remebered i dont believe in god.
my whole life i believed there was a supreme being watching over me , who i could talk to and was listening to our prayers.its hard to get rid of that feeling from the back of you mind.
sometimes,when i do something i think i shouldn't , i start to say a quick prayer but then stop when i realise i'm just talking to myself.
A thought or two on prayer...
I think that what trips so many people up in their prayer life is that they hold a somewhat rigid definition of just what constitutes a prayer or the act of praying
I remember a time in my life that I was fairly certain that there was no God, that while my lips were forming the familiar words of praise, my mind was reciting a very different refrain: I dont even believe in you, why am I saying these things? Are you even there? Am I just talking to myself? Do you even exist? Why dont you ever answer if youre actually there? Occasionally the internal dialogue would become even more intense and dissolve into anger: I hate this. I hate you. I cant believe Im spending my time talking to the great imaginary friend of mankind To hell with this, to hell with YOU, Youre a waste of my time.
I confided my doubts to a friend one afternoon. How was prayer something I could continue to participate in if, in my heart, I was anything but prayerful? He told me that, at times, his oldest son would get angry at him and resentful of decisions hed made during the course of parenting. Often, the boy would refuse to speak to him at all. Other times his son would lash out angrily at him verbally. He said that, though neither situation was particularly enjoyable, he much preferred the latter, because even though his child was furious with him, at least he was still talking to him. That story made me realize that even at my angriest, my most resentful dialogue was still a prayer. It was still communicating with God, still speaking to him. In my mind, I began to associate prayer with conversation with God. I decided that my prayer life would change. I would tell God what I was actually feeling, and when I didnt know what I wanted to say, I realized that sometimes the desire to pray is in itself a prayer. My thoughts and feelings during prayer werent distracting God from the needs and desires of others. This is GOD were talking about, not AT&T. You cant jam his lines.
I still doubt, I still get angry sometimes, I still wonder at times if Hes listening. The difference is that Ive decided its OK to think these things, but instead of holding them close and never speaking them aloud, I give them to God as part of the conversation. I used to believe he didnt ever answer my prayers. Now I believe he always did. He just didnt always say yes.
Interestingly, the ACT is scored on a scale of 1-36, not 1-32. And SAT scores aren't reported in percentile form.
Given the criteria you established on the subject, sure sounds like bragging to me.