Bad Cold by Shel Silverstein

  This cold is too much for my shortsleeve. Go get me a Kleenex--and fast. I sniffle and wheeze And I'm ready to sneeze And I don't know how long I can last.... Atchoo--it's to wet for a kleenex, So bring me handkerchief, quick. It's--atchoo--no joke, Now the handkerchief's soaked. Hey, a dish towel just might do the trick. Atchoo--it's too much for bath towel. There never has been such a cold. I'll be better off With that big tablecloth, No--bring me the flag off the pole. Atchoo--bring the clothes from the closet, Atchaa--get the sheets from the bed, The drapes off the window, The rugs off the floor To soak up this cold in my head. Atchoo-- hurry down to the circus And ask if they'll lend you the tent. You say they said yes? Here it comes--Lord be blessed-- Here it is--Ah-kachoooo--there it went.

"Has Science Made God Irrelevant?"

Must we choose between God or Science? What if there is another option? Where does "love" reside ("Interstellar" fans should find that question compelling)? There must be another option. 26 minute video here

Again, what scientific theory defines "love?" Also, what scientific imperatives demand that one be honest in one's scientific findings? Is science able to explain everything? Ravi Zacharias answers these and more of the Biggest Objections to Christianity in this Q & A. 90 minute video here.

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