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Randoms
"Have you ever heard of anyone in history being imprisoned or executed for distributing copies of Grimm’s fairy tales? What would you say if you’d heard that copies of The Iliad and The Odyssey had been banned in Saudi Arabia and North Korea? Imagine people trying to smuggle copies of Hans Christian Andersen’s works into China? Such ideas are comical, but the Bible, which has been called a mere collection of myths and fairy tales, has suffered all of these fates. Throughout history and even today, copies of the Bible are banned and burned, and those possessing it are persecuted and imprisoned. There’s something about this ancient book that threatens and frightens those in power, especially those who use power to oppress people weaker than themselves. And they have every reason to be frightened.” Eric Metaxas, Everything You Always Wanted to Know about God (Colorado Springs, 2005), page 155. (ht: Ray Ortlund)
Other "Randoms":
Even literature has its "one hit wonders."
Delete Facebook, or tighten up some controls?
Other "Randoms":
Even literature has its "one hit wonders."
Delete Facebook, or tighten up some controls?
The impossible motion of Magnetic Wooden Balls?
Is this the key to understanding C.S. Lewis' Narnia series?
Follow the spread of human ancestry through this interactive map.
He's controversial and complicated, but there wouldn't be an America without him (it gets good about the 7:40 mark).
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