<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921407051193892752</id><updated>2011-10-08T18:39:46.224-05:00</updated><category term='ALL STATERS'/><title type='text'>contemporary musings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemporarymusings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3921407051193892752/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporarymusings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ande32</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11366775509692495343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921407051193892752.post-3907740121139387694</id><published>2007-12-27T07:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T14:22:54.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>QUALITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ik9WQV_A4-0/R3OoNyqqmbI/AAAAAAAAAFU/jrMTSJv5T3E/s1600-h/sardis1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148643753907100082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ik9WQV_A4-0/R3OoNyqqmbI/AAAAAAAAAFU/jrMTSJv5T3E/s400/sardis1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT GOOD IS QUALITY WATER &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF THERE ARE ONLY A FEW DROPS OF IT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3921407051193892752-3907740121139387694?l=contemporarymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemporarymusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3907740121139387694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3921407051193892752&amp;postID=3907740121139387694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3921407051193892752/posts/default/3907740121139387694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3921407051193892752/posts/default/3907740121139387694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporarymusings.blogspot.com/2007/12/quality.html' title='QUALITY'/><author><name>ande32</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11366775509692495343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ik9WQV_A4-0/R3OoNyqqmbI/AAAAAAAAAFU/jrMTSJv5T3E/s72-c/sardis1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921407051193892752.post-7034999655286122837</id><published>2007-02-09T14:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T14:34:15.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Bible Course</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Free Bible Correspondence Course&lt;br /&gt;8 Lessons, Certificate when completed&lt;br /&gt;Send email to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:beingram8@netscape.net"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;beingram8@netscape.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and give mailing address.&lt;br /&gt;Place 'Bible Course' in subject line.&lt;br /&gt;A good Bible study and absolutely no obligation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Also a follow-up  study course available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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They &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fly &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;away no matter &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;careful &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am when I &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;creep &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;up to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the patio &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;door. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;beautiful &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enjoy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;them so much. The bright red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;one is a male cardinal and the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;one on the other flower pot is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a female. I don't know what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the other little bird is...just some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;type of little sparrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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She was identical to her picture in her later years. I wanted to add something about her from my old blog. She was a great MIL and a wonderful person. In this picture, she is on the left, shown with her brother and his wife. We lost her in November of 2001, but this was written for her a couple of years before she died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter Profile of Annie Ingram:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Annie: One of the beautiful people. What can I say...that your life has not already conveyed to others? I can only remind us of it. A mother, sister, grandmother, aunt, mother-in-law, friend,Christian sister and confidant. (I could tell you any thing and feel that it was safe. Now it would be doubly safe because of our lack of memory.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You and your wonderful mate, Grady Ingram, have succored many since I have known you...and I have heard many years before that, But I'll just cover what I have observed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have observed you as a mother-in-law always willing to help, being there with advice when you were asked for it, but never trying to interfere in the lives of your children.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You took many into your home in their 'low' times...many of your grandchildren, sometimes with, sometimes without their parents , whatever the circumstances warranted and sent them to school many months at a time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A new baby due in the family...illnesses, accidents...if you were needed...you packed your bags, left your own home and the obligations there, and went off to help.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I remember you postponing having surgery for years that you needed so desperately, because Grady was so scared for you to have it. He was so afraid he would lose you. No one wanted to tell you his fears so you probably did not know until now why he gave you such a hard time about it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You had the patience of Job, to your own detriment at times. You gave up things for yourself to supply what others needed. You gave your energy and strength when you had little left, but it probably did not surface in your mind as sacrifice, because you were in your domain...doing what you love to do for the ones you love so much!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know that many of your children and grandchildren are aware of this and appreciate you so very much! Your interest in and love for Grady's people reminds us of a great lady in the Bible who had these qualities. Your real name...isn't by chance, Ruth...Is it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you Annie, for being such a good role model for the rest of us!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love you forever, One of your DIL's.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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&lt;!-- Copyright (c)2006 Site Meter --&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3921407051193892752-5364928630604061201?l=contemporarymusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemporarymusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5364928630604061201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3921407051193892752&amp;postID=5364928630604061201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3921407051193892752/posts/default/5364928630604061201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3921407051193892752/posts/default/5364928630604061201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemporarymusings.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ande32</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11366775509692495343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ik9WQV_A4-0/RcRy5ZNg36I/AAAAAAAAABI/GtxYQzGqOtg/s72-c/Wendell+%26+Cara+Lynn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3921407051193892752.post-1283256808300816648</id><published>2007-02-03T05:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T05:25:12.802-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Take The Hand Of A Child.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ik9WQV_A4-0/RcRuDJNg35I/AAAAAAAAAA8/kzrSCsG1NZE/s1600-h/Reminising+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027264084343578514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ik9WQV_A4-0/RcRuDJNg35I/AAAAAAAAAA8/kzrSCsG1NZE/s400/Reminising+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Written by this little boy when he grew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAKE THE HAND OF A CHILD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the hand of a child...feel the tiny fingers clasp yours. It may be smeared with a Popsicle or chocolate candy or ice cream. The hand is probably dirty from playing with a dog or cat. You may notice a band aid on the finger, or a wart on the thumb. But the hand that you hold is the hand of the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday that little hand may hold a Bible...and work to proclaim the Word of God; or that little hand may hold a gun...and seek to take the lives and property of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday that little hand may work diligently...to provide the needs of a family; or that little hand may jerk and tremble uncontrolled, by the mind of a drug addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday that little hand may reach out to render aid to those who are in need...or simply reach for another bottle to satisfy the torturous cravings of an alcoholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday that little hand may be a tool of generosity and hospitality...used by a truly committed disciple of Jesus...or a tool of greed and selfish ambition, used to lay up treasures on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now...that little hand is in yours. It is attached to a child who is filled with wonder...whose heart is pure and clean and whose mind is filled with a desire to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an opportunity! What a responsibility! The question is...What would you do with this little hand? Will you help guide this little hand? And mold this little heart? Will you work to guide this little child to Jesus? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will take time...it will take sacrifice...it will take diligence. The opportunity is yours! The opportunity is now! And the opportunity is fleeting! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you take the hand of a child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Wendell Ingram, Used by permission&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you, Wendell &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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The opponents of abortion have waged an unending battle with those who would undermine the sanctity of life. With increased medical technology comes the very real possibility that Roe vs. Wade will be overturned, and the nightmare of infanticide will end. Most of us have never taken the time to review the records of Roe vs. Wade, and were it not for a small reference to it in a book I am now reading, I may never have come across this little bit of information relative to this subject. But first, a little background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1970, a pregnant woman in Dallas sought an abortion. It was denied under an 1854 Texas law denying abortions except when the mother's life was at stake. She fought the law, using the pseudonym "Jane Roe." The Supreme Court heard her case twice. In 1973, the Court announced its 7-2 vote to strike down the Texas law on the grounds that the 14th Amendment protects a woman's right to choice in the matter and the 9th Amendment reserves to the people all rights not specifically restricted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The argument for the defense (i.e., the state of Texas) argued that the state of Texas had an interest in protecting the life of an unborn child after a certain point, which was determined to be the first trimester. Sarah Weddington was the counsel of "Jane Roe," and Jay Floyd and Robert Flowers were lawyers on the staff of the attorney general of Texas. Since the Supreme Court's decision on that fateful day in 1973, women in America, with the consent of and advice from their doctors, have been instrumental in murdering millions of unborn children. Permit me, now, to provide you with a couple of statements from the transcript of the lengthy court session that led to the final decision on the part of the Supreme Court. This little tidbit comes from a book entitled, "Eyewitnesses to America," edited by David Colbert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On December 13, 1971, Counselor for the defense, Sarah Weddington argued: "We feel that because of the impact on the woman, this certainly, inasfar [sic] as there are any rights which are fundamental, is a matter which is of fundamental and basic concern to the woman involved that she should be allowed to make the choice as to whether to continue or to terminate her pregnancy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyers for the State of Texas rightly responded: "I think she makes her choice prior to the time she becomes pregnant. That is the time of the choice...once a child is born, a woman no longer has a choice, and I think pregnancy may terminate that choice. We say there is life from the moment of impregnation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice Thurgood Marshall responded: "And do you have any scientific data to support that?" Evidently Jay Floyd, lawyer for the State, did not present sufficient or satisfying "scientific data,"and as a consequence, "the rest is history," as they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let us now tell you "the rest of the story." In late 1972, only three months before the final decision regarding Roe vs. Wade, the following argument took place between the "Court" and Weddington (remember, Sarah Weddington was the Counselor for Jane Roe, the woman seeking the abortion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weddington: "The Court has in the past held that it is the right of the parents to determine whether or not they will send their child to private school; whether or not their children will be taught foreign languages; whether or not they will have offspring. So there is a great body of cases, decided by this Court, in the areas of marriage, sex, contraception, procreation, childbearing, and education, which says that there are certain things that are so much a part of the individual concern that they should be left to the determination of the individual. If the state could show that the fetus was a person under the Fourteenth Amendment, or under some other amendment or part of the Constitution, then the state would have compelling interest, which in some instances can outweigh a fundamental right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, dear reader, did you catch that? If the state could show that the fetus was a person, then the state's interest (in this case, protecting the right of the unborn child) would outweigh the "fundamental right" of the mother! The response of the Court to Weddington's remark will become a crucial issue when the Supreme Court convenes this year to hear yet another case regarding abortion. Please consider these words from the Court made more than 36 years ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Court to Weddington: "If it were established that an unborn fetus is a person, within the protection of the Fourteenth Amendment, you would have an impossible case here, would you not?" To which Sarah Weddington admitted, "I would have a very difficult case."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Court to Flowers: "And the basic constitutional question, initially, is whether or not an unborn fetus is a person, isn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;Robert Flowers: (lawyer for the State of Texas): "Yes, and entitled to the constitutional protections."&lt;br /&gt;Court: "That's critical to this case, is it not?"&lt;br /&gt;Flowers: "Yes sir, it is. I think that here is exactly what we're facing in this case: Is the life of this unborn fetus paramount over the woman's right to determine whether or not she shall bear a child? This Court has been deligent in protecting the rights of the minorities, and, gentlemen, we say that this is a minority, a silent minority, the true silent minority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is speaking for these children? Where is the counsel for those unborn children, whose life is being taken? Where is the safeguard of the right to trial by jury? Are we to place this power in the hands of a mother, in a doctor? What would keep a legislator, under this grounds, from deciding who else might or might not be a human being, or might not be a person?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the medical technology now available it can be clearly established that from the point of conception there is sentient life in the womb. We can now look into the womb with cameras and sound equipment, and watch that precious infant as he/she breathes, moves, laughs and cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe 2007 will be the year that this horrible holocaust will come to an end. 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It seems to me that is the ultimate in egotism.  We &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; take care of our environment, for health and economic concerns, but not because the earth is changing to the degree that we are in danger.  If God chooses to end things that way it is His business and then nothing we can do would lessen it anyway.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Listen to their arguments when they are discussing it. They have an agenda and are very political ....and as all of their senseless projects are, it is all about money and also about power and being able to tell us what we can and can not do and when we can do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;They take the unusual hot spells and the dry spells (forgetting that we have not been keeping records for enough decades or centuries to have an overall global pattern) and then use that to push for their drastic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;agendas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh yes, I know they also have their scientific data but they set a false premise to begin with and then base their facts on that and even facts, based on a false premise is no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;It was brought to my attention the other day by someone very dear to me that if they can keep pushing their agenda, that someday we may be forced to give up our individual modes of transportation and all have to go to public transit travel modes, all in the name of Global Warming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Then they can tell you &lt;em&gt;when&lt;/em&gt; you can go and &lt;em&gt;where.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;There is a group of them who want more power and thus the global warming scare tactic. 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I decided to place it on here also.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. I love the changing seasons. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. I like to take day trips. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. My favorite novel is: Spring Came On Forever, by Bess Streeter Aldrich. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. My favorite hobby is writing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. I have three grandchildren. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. We have a little dog that was a stray. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. We have a cockatiel 7 years old. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. My kids and our three grandchildren and I attended the same grade school and high school. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. My kids and I and two of our grandchildren attended the same college. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. My DH is my best friend on this earth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. My DH is the second best person to ever walk on this earth. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. I love to write with sharp pencils. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. I wish my floppy disks and CD's were organized. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. I wish all the papers I want to keep were organized. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. I have too many home jobs that do with papers and writing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. I haven't &lt;em&gt;actually &lt;/em&gt;balanced our checkbook in 6 months. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. I trust our bank.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. My DH is more organized...but he loves me anyway! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. I love, love, love little babies. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. I adore my children. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. I adore our three grandchildren, ages 20,21 and 23. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. I adore my Daughter-in-love. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. My dil and son's wedding was the most beautiful I've ever seen. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. I believe marriage is until death. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. My DH wrote a song called "Brown Eyes". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. When we married, he changed it to "Gray Eyes". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. I have gray eyes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Happiness is caring for others. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. I love leaves on the lawn in autumn. That is where I like to leave them, until they get too deep and look trashy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Peonies are my favorite flowers. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Wearing the color 'yellow' makes me feel happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. I like to fly kites. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. I love birds. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. I think birds are some of God's most wonderful creatures. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. I love to gaze into the sky at night. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. We gave our children good roots.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. It was harder to give them wings. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. I don't believe in cutting the apron strings. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. I believe in gently untying them. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. I love my blog acquaintances...but I don't really like blogging.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. I would rather journal on paper. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. I do not look my age. (guess) he he Younger of course! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. I love digital cameras. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44. I am happy with what I have done with my life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. I am happy with my friends and family. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. The ones who have made us sad...are not coming around much these days. This is good! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. I wonder why we don't get much wiser with age. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48. I also wonder why some people are crude and others are mild in this same wonderful world. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. I wonder why people use nasty words. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50. I had a wonderful M-I-L. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51. My DH is her most wonderful child. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. I feel really special that he wanted to marry me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. I have a brother and sister. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54. We were raised by our dad alone. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;55. Our mother died at age 28, when I was three. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;56. We live in a small peaceful town. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57. I live across the street from where we raised our children. When we lived there it was in the same block I lived at age 5.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58. I live now, in the next block from when I was five years old. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;59. We lived in the same block for 25 years that I lived in at age 5. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60. We married and lived in Texas for four years before we came back "home". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61. I hope we never have to move again... Because the next place I would want to move to is Heaven. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62. Several dear to me are already there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. I don't think heaven can be described in a way that mortal minds can perceive. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64. The only way we can know there is a heaven is through the Bible. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;65. The only way we can GET to heaven is through the Bible. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;66. My favorite colors are shades of green. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;67. I also like sky blue. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;68. The most important and handiest thing I learned in high school is typing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. I love to be around people who don't use bad language and curse. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;70. I love to be around 'refined' people...not arrogant, but refined as in..not crude.(Like above) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71. I love the United States of America. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72. I love ordering books on the internet. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;73. Friends are not necessarily the ones who help you...but they are the ones who will allow you to help them. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74. My favorite role model is Jesus Christ. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;75. My next one is Bobby Ingram. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;76. I like to freeze Boost High Protein chocolate and drink it through a big straw...delicious! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. I don't think a ringing telephone &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; has to be answered. my Dh thinks it does... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78. I think duct tape is one of the most wonderful inventions of all time. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;79. I think people who don't believe there is a God had better hope they're right. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80. God doesn't send anyone to hell...we send ourselves. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;81. We make our own decisions and choose our own lifestyles. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82. Some people make wrong decisions their whole life time. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;83. I think that is pitifully sad. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. Jesus wept over Jerusalem because of their failure to repent.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;85. I believe that prayer is one of our most powerful tools in this world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;86. I love the storyline that goes through the whole Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;87. The gist of it is all about love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think that a King dying for His subjects is absolutely the greatest kind of love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;89. We read stories when we were growing up about &lt;em&gt;subjects &lt;/em&gt;dying for &lt;em&gt;their king&lt;/em&gt;, but the Bible storyline is&lt;em&gt; unique&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;true and truly awesome!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;90. I love springtime when it is planting time. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;91. I love snowy days when we can't go anywhere.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;92. Snowy days are made for little children and making cookies or dough-nuts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93. I think a family sitting around playing games together at evening is a beautiful sight!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;94. Actually, I think a family doing anything together is a beautiful sight!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;95. I love the changing of the seasons. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;96. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think I'm boring everyone who reads this. (Grin)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Site Meter --&gt;
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