Author: Jennifer Greenberg
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Cary Elwes, Road Rage, & Uncharitable Chaplains
Have you ever tried to drive into the sun and found it difficult to read street signs or tell whether the lights are red or green? Have you ever gotten lost in The Woodlands because there are no landmarks because everything – all the shopping centers, gas stations, neighborhoods, etc. – are shrouded behind lush…
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Women: We were made for so much more than sex!
Pop Culture would have it that women are supposed to be sexual beings. And we are. But we were made for so much more! Our feminine graces, our maternal instincts, our soft curves, our ability to heal, sooth, and calm … these gentle powers may not be valued in the eyes of the mainstream as…
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You Shouldn’t Be Surprised Lance Armstrong Doped & Lied
Really. Nobody should be surprised that Lance Armstrong doped and lied about it. Why? Well, let’s look at the guy’s history … Exhibit A: He left his wife of 5 years (who had born him 3 children) for singer-songwriter, Sheryl Crow. In fact, he began dating Crow very shortly after he filed for divorce with his…
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Taxes: What George Harrison & The Beatles Thought
Let me tell you how it will be, There’s one for you, nineteen for me, ‘Cause I’m the taxman. Yeah, I’m the taxman. Should five per cent appear too small Be thankful I don’t take it all, ‘Cause I’m the taxman! Yeah, I’m the taxman. If you drive a car, I’ll tax the street, If you…
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Merry Christmas! O Holy Night Poem
O Holy Night, the stars are brightly shining It is the night of our dear Savior’s birth Long lay the world in sin and error pining ‘Til He appeared and the soul felt His worth A thrill of hope, the weary soul rejoices For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn Fall on your knees!…
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Who Has Seen the Wind?
Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you: But when the leaves hang trembling, The wind is passing through. Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I: But when the trees bow down their heads, The wind is passing by. BY CHRISTINA ROSSETTI
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Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand…
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