My Path to Age Thirty. Mystic or Mentally Ill? Mystic or Mentally Ill? Freud and the Church. Love, Learn and Live with Bipolar Disorder. Focused? Who me, focused? Nope Instead, one project or comment gets me going in one direction, another in another direction. I end up juggling multiple projects, with my mind racing and jumping all over the place.

Thomas, Fake News and Resurrection. So we go back to day one, we hear a story from that first Easter day. And it is a familiar one. Thomas We always get Thomas on the second Sunday in Easter. It begins on the day.

A look at fiction and other bits of culture through the lens of the Bible. From what I read, Christopher Hitchens, the renowned atheist who passed away from cancer a few years ago, would not have shied away from the label. After all, Wikipedia notes that he referred to himself as an Epicurean. Are we supposed to search out opportunities for slavery or deprivation? I shudder at the thought because I remember studying hedonism in school in co.

Scion of Ikshvaku Book Review. Khalil Gibran said that parents are like a bow, And children like arrows. The more the bow bends and stretches, the farther the arrow flies. I fly, not because I am special, but because they stretched for me. Amish Tripathi, Scion of Ikshvaku.

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The beauty of Jesus illuminated in Scripture and the Hebrew Alphabet Word Pictures. Are You Prepared to Cry? Where I walked on by. Where I closed my eyes. To hear the children,. Where I once was deaf. To weep the tears,. Where I once just left. Dalet, Mem, Mem.