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Grief

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Sometimes the news comes quick. Sometimes the news comes slow. No matter how or when it comes, grief travels in the wake of the news. Grief is heavy, weighty, a burden, especially when it involves someone deeply loved. Grief is not meant to be carried alone. It’s too heavy and may last a while—and that’s ok. That’s what family and friends are for, to share the load. Jesus stood outside the tomb of his friend and wept but He did not weep alone. It was a deep, human moment. “ Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted ” (Matt 5:4). If anyone knows how we feel in grief, it’s Him. But His grief did not linger long, as at the mention of his name, Lazarus came forth. We are not meant to dwell in grief, but should leave room enough for it. Let it run its course. Like the song says, “ Every Storm Runs Out Of Rain .” Another song says, “ The storm We will dance as it breaks The storm It will give as it takes And all of our pain is washed away Don't cry or be afraid Some things...
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"The Jabberwocky of Authors"

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‘Twas gilbert. The kchesterton Did locke and bennett in the reed. All meredith was the nicholson, And harrison outqueed. Beware the see-enn-william, son, The londonjack with call that’s wild. Beware the gertroo datherton And richardwashburnchild. He took his brady blade in hand; Long time the partridge foe he sought. Then stood a time by the oppenheim In deep mcnaughton thought. In warwick deeping thought he stood– He poised on edithwharton brink; He cried, “Ohbernardshaw! I could If basilking would kink.” Rexbeach! rexbeach!–and each on each O. Henry’s mantles ferber fell. It was the same’s if henryjames Had wally eaton well. “And hast thou writ the greatest book! Come to thy birmingham, my boy! Oh, beresford way! Oh, holman day!” He kiplinged in his joy. ‘Twas gilbert. The kchesterton Did locke and bennett in the reed. All meredith was the nicholson, And harrison outqueed. – Harry Persons Taber, in Carolyn Wells, The Book of Humorous Verse , ...
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"The New Version" (or "Fair Smnlxzrskgqrxzski on the Irkztrvzkimnov") by W.J. Lampton

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"A soldier of the Russians Lay japanned at Tschrtzvkjskivitch, There was lack of woman’s nursing And other comforts which Might add to his last moments And smooth the final way;– But a comrade stood beside him To hear what he might say. The japanned Russian faltered As he took that comrade’s hand, And he said: 'I never more shall see My own, my native land; Take a message and a token To some distant friends of mine For I was born at Smnlxzrskgqrxzski, Fair Smnlxzrskgqrxzski on the Irkztrvzkimnov.'” – W.J. Lampton
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Randoms

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Columbia International University's Chancellor, Dr. George Murray , encourages with this timely and  insightful message from Joshua 6-8: " Don't Presume! Don't Despair! " Like to hike? Planning a trip to The Holy Land? You can help archeologists find more Sabbath markers ! A concise explaination of the Theology of Satan, Angels and Demons . Get out of your afternoon slump with three " Easy Afternoon Energizers ."
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"Work Without Hope," by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair— The bees are stirring—birds are on the wing— And Winter, slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring! And I, the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing. Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow, Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow. Bloom, O ye amaranths! bloom for whom ye may, For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away! With lips unbrighten'd, wreathless brow, I stroll: And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul? Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve, And Hope without an object cannot live.
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