My name is Bonnie Hahn and I help Goldie, Toadspit, Mouse, Olga Ciavolga, Herro Dan, Sinew, Morg, Cat and Broo protect the Museum of Dunt. Not many people know our story and how we saved Jewel from the detestable Fugleman numerous times. Although a trilogy has been written about it so I don't know what your excuse is. Anyhow, I enjoy archery, poetry, arguing with my brother and adventure! (I'm also thinking of trying out my horrendous story writing skills in FanFiction) If you want to read about Goldie's story (because unfortunately she is the main character) then read 'The Keepers' trilogy written by the one and only Lian Tanner. I wish I could write the way she and Goldie writes because then I would maybe be able to publish some actual stories onto FanFiction. *sigh*

Name: Bonnie Hahn

Age: 14

Nationality: Australian

Fandoms I'm in:

sigh* Well that went on forever.

MISS.SUNNYBAUDELAIRE, thank you for the following quiz/test/thingamabob! (I love your random rock ramble. Ha ha! Alliteration! Sorry. I get so side tracked.)

Camp Half Blood cabin: Cabin 7, Apollo! (Music is awesome!) (Some many exclamation marks and brackets!)

Hogwarts house: Hufflepuff - I am not a good finder

Faction: Maybe amity or erudite. Most likely abnegation.

And now... a fill-in-the-answer thing (Most questions stolen from MISS.SUNNYBAUDELAIRE) (Sorry):

Full Name: Bonnie Hahn. Duh.

Single or Taken: I- Well- Fictional characters?

Sex: Female
Birthday: The 26th of September

Siblings: One younger brother whom I wish to knock over the head, drag him outside, bury- Sorry.
Eye Color: Dark brown.
Shoe Size: Um... Why must you know?
Height: 165 cm or 5'4''
Country Born: Australia
Where Do You Live: *sigh the third* Australia

Righty Or Lefty: Righty and trying to be ambidextrous but failing dismally.
Any Pets: A puppy. An old, fat, lazy, puppy.
Who are your best friends: Goldie Roth, Pureblood Shadowhunter, Fallen Angels 1377, Emmy-Kat 24, PartnersInEverthingButCrime, and real fictional characters.

Do you have a bf?: Nah. Not really. Just a whole bunch of randoms I hang out with.
Best place to go for a date: I dunno. Somewhere with good food.
Outgoing or introverted?: Introverted.

Favorite kind of pants: Jeans.
Favorite Number: Don't have one.
Boys Name: Nico, Percy, Iggy, Dexter, Alec... etc.
Girls Name: Astrid, Max, Tris, Alice, Cassandra... etc.

Animal: PANTHER!

Drink: Hot chocolate make with real chocolate and marshmellows. I spelt that wrong didn't I.
Sport: Not all that fond of sport. I do Jiu Jitsu though and that is pretty cool.

FastFood Place: Maccas for soft serves with flakes and apple pies. KFC for zinger burgers.
Month: Uh... I seriously don't know.
Band: Love all music. Fall Out Boy is amazing but I most often listen to classical.

Movie: This question is evil! It's like asking what your favourite food is!

Smoked: No. Cigarette smoke smells gross.

Bungee Jumped: NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Made yourself throw-up: Tried to but failed dismally.

Gone skinny dipping: Nope.
Put your tongue on a frozen pole: The movie 'Spirit' has deterred me from ever doing that.
Broken a bone: Nope again.

Played truth or dare: Who hasn't?

Been in a physical fight: My brother and I sometimes get a little out of control.

Been in a police car: Why...
Come close to dying: Uh, no.
Been in a hot tub: Nope nope nopety nope.
Fallen asleep in school: Nopety nope nope nope.
Ran away: No, but have considered it very recently.

Broken someone's heart: Never had the chance.
Cried when someone died: Yep. Real and real fictional.
Cried in school: Um... Uh... Yeh...
Fell off your chair: Most likely.
Sat by the phone all night waiting for a call: No.

Saved e-mails: Uh, yeah.
Done something you regret?: Very many times.
Your good luck charm: Don't think I have one.

One of the best songs you have ever heard: Either 'Centuries' by Fall Out Boy or 'Russian Dancer' Norman Dello Joio.

Stupidest thing you have ever done: Hard to pick.
What's your room like: Cluttered, messy, smelly, dirty plates, piled up books, unfinished homework/assignments, the usual.
Last thing you said: My memory is not amazing. Don't judge.
What is beside you: Well, I am currently in my bed, under the sheets to hide my laptop. It is 12:56 and my mother would confiscate my laptop if she found me like this. No laptop = No internet. No internet = No fanfiction/pinterest/youtube/Netflix/stuff.

What shampoo do you use: Sunsilk.

Something awesome that has happened to you this year: Uh... I started learning the cello. Cello is awesome! I do not play well.

Worst thing that has happened to you this year: Certain people... Not naming any names... Go die in a hole you fluffy turnips!

Chicken pox: Nah.
Sore Throat: Yah.
Broken nose: Nah.
Tonsils removed: And nah again.

Ice cream in the morning: My mother wouldn't let me.
To give the heimlich: What is this mysterious Heimlich? *googles Heimlich* What? Still don't get it.
Eat a live hamster for 1,000,000: What!?! Wait, is that a million dollars or a million rocks or a million pillows or-
Go to a Manson concert if you had a free ticket: Um, if I knew what a Manson concert was and enjoyed it enough to get off the internet, then yeah.
If you were stuck on an island, what people would you want with: People who aren't annoying and who bring radios with them.
If you loved someone and you were keeping something from them: I would feel forever guilty.

Do you admire anyone?: Yes! Real and fictional!
Who is the last person that called you: Maybe my mother?

Who was the last person you slow danced with: A random guy in sport when we had dancing. Can't remember who he is, don't care. All I can remember is their gross sweaty hands. Bleh!
What makes you laugh the most: Anything I find amusing in my current state.
What makes you smile: Anything. I often force smiles though.
What are you listening to right now: My Korean grandmother's K drama music. I think she is watching 'My mother in law is my daughter in law'-ep 114. It's quite good. Have you seen 'Empress Ki' or 'Jang Bori is Here'? Sorry. My unshared obsession. *sob*

What makes you happy: Nothing immediately comes to mind.

What did you do yesterday: I endured the pain of life. And the joys. Very few joys.

Got any awards: Yep. School and extracurricular (piano exams and jiu jitsu)
What car do you wish to have: My family's? I don't really know the brand.

Do you want to get married: Yes.
If you could change anything about yourself, what would you change: I don't think I'll say...

Good driver: I haven't tested.
Good dancer: *hides in corner*
Good Singer: I can sing softly. Loudly- you don't want to hear.
Have a lava lamp: No! They look awesome!
How many remote controls are in your house: Dunno.

What do you dream about: Studies show that people forget 90% of what they dream. Otherwise I dream about random stuff. REALLY random stuff.

Last time you showered: Last night.
The last movie you saw at the theaters: Hotel Transylvania 2.

Scary or happy movies: Of course happy! I got scared watching Godzilla!

Vanilla or chocolate: Vanilla. You can have it anytime, with anything.
Skiing or Boarding: I've only ever gone boarding.
Summer or winter: Winter over summer, Autumn over winter and tying with Spring. I love the in between seasons.

Silver or Gold: Silver. It is beautiful and reminds me of the moon for some odd reason.

Diamond or pearl: Tricky. Maybe pearl?
Sunset or Sunrise: Too lazy to see a sunrise. Always sleep in. Sunset when the clouds are layered and lined and the setting sun spills a golden orange light over them. Fairy floss pink clouds against blue sky is also amazing. God is awesome.
Orange juice or apple juice: Apple juice. I find orange juice (Fanta as well) to artificial.
Cats or dogs: Dogs. Ah! Depends on the animal.
Coffee or tea: Coffee! The smell, the warmth, the taste, the FROTH!

Phone or in person: Definitely in person.

Oldest, middle, youngest or only child: I'm the oldest. My parents' guinea pig.
Indoor or Outdoor: Hmm, depends.
Sung in the shower?: Yep.

Spit in someone's drink?: I can't recall ever doing such a thing.
Dumped someone?: Never had the chance.
Opened your Christmas presents early?: Yeah.

Peed outside?: Possibly when I- Oh no. I just remembered. I was only in junior school. It was a trip up the mountain. I really needed to go. *groaning and rocking backwards and forwards with head in hands*
Seen "The Goonies" more than 10 times?: I've seen it advertised. I think.
Had more than five REAL bf/gf?: Ha ha! No.

Played a computer game for more than 5 hours?: Does Mine craft count? And it is SO not a nerd game!
Ran through the sprinklers naked?: I can remember running through sprinklers. Not certain I was naked.
Ate food that fell on the floor?: Definitely! Ever heard of the 5 second rule that can become the 5 minute rule?

Went outside naked?: I was only young okay!

Made out with your best friends bf/gf?: NO! That is just terrible!
Been on stage?: School? Music performance? Musicals? They count. Surely. Then yes.

Made someone cry?: Now I feel evil.
Been in a parade?: No?
Been in a school play?: Musicals! Yay!
Drank beer?: I have had sips. Disgusting.
Gotten detention?: I went to Maths Tutorial a couple of times for forgetting to do homework.
Been on a plane?: Was terrified but the view was amazing.

Been on a cruise?: No and I'm not sure I ever want to. The thought of drowning terrifies me.
Broken into a house?: My own and my grandmother's. I guess those don't count.
Gotten a tattoo?: The fake ones don't count do they.
Gotten piercings?: No! The thought of something being driven right through my skin is shudderable! It's sounds worse than a needle!
Cried so hard you threw up?: No but I wanted to.
Gotten into a shouting match?: Many times...

Spun yourself in circles to get dizzy on purpose?: Who doesn't?
Laughed so hard it hurt?: Yes!
Tripped on your own feet?: I can trip over air. It is a talent I don't want to posses.
Cried yourself to sleep?: A couple times.
Cried in public?: As much as I hate to admit, yes.

Thrown up in public?: No.
Lied to your parents?: More often nowadays.
Skipped class?: No.
Do you like filling these out: It gets tiring after a while
Do you wear contacts or glasses?: Not contacts or glasses. Not planning to either.
Do you like yourself: Nope.

Do you get along with your family: Sometimes and depends on which family member you are talking about.
Have piercings below the waist: No, no, and no again.
Stolen anything over 30: I may have discreetly taken a $50 note from my mother's purse.
Obsessive: Yeah! Why do you think I have a fanfiction account?
Compulsive: Depends on what.
Want to have children?: Want to have 2 at the very least. 3 would be nice.

Like mornings?: You mean when I wake up at 11am?
Enjoy seafood?: Prawns, battered fish, and some more.

The following quiz is again thanks to MISS.SUNNYBAUDELAIRE.

1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.

"...servants had dug in the time of his father..."

2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can... what do you find?

A wall.

3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?

Um, um, um- Well on Netflix I think I last watched a bit of the new Cinderella movie.

4. Without looking, guess what time it is:

8:30 pm?

5. Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?

9:04 pm. Woops!

6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?

My Korean grandmother's K drama. It is different now.

7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?

I walked over to the granny flat across the yard where my Korean grandmother lives. I am still here.

8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?

MISS.SUNNYBAUDELAIRE's profile.

9. What are you wearing?,

School uniform. Not bothered to change.

10. Did you dream last night?

Yes,

11. When did you last laugh?

At school today sometime.

12. What is on the walls of the room you are in?

Paint, wall paper, window, a nail (Creeeeepy! Not.), and a fancy cross with Jesus on it.

13. Seen anything weird lately?

Would you like me to list them all?

14. What do you think of this quiz?

It asks interesting things.

16. If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?

I wouldn't buy things. I would try to increase my wealth by bank interest or get someone to set me up with a shares thingy. I still don't get shares.

17. Tell me something about you that I don't know:

I have two middle names.

18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics…

Ignorance. Then people would have no excuse...

19. A quote that you love/live by:

I love Matt Haig so much! He wrote 'Echo Boy' which is amazing and I'm just going to get a random, probably awesome quote of his off the internet. Here it is:

Sorry. I'm not going to write a Matt Haig quote. I'm going to quote something my youth group leader, Irene, said. (Not sure whether or not she got it from somewhere else.) Anyway, Irene once told me that life is about the dash. The dash on your grave stone between the date you were born and the date you died. Life is about what you do in that dash.

20. George Bush:

Some random American president.

21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?

A name that also belongs to one of the many female fictional characters I admire.

22. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?

A name that also belongs to one of the many male fictional characters I admire.

23. Would you ever consider living abroad?

Switzerland for some odd reason.

24. What do you want to say to God when you reach the pearly gates?

I'll probably be speechless.

25. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?

Must do hair. Or something along the lines of that.

26. When is the next time you will have sex?

I will only give my body away to my husband.

27. What's a word that rhymes with "DOOR?"

War. Sore. Bore. Wh-

28. Favorite planet?

Neptune because it's like Poseidon even though Poseidon is way cooler 'cause he is Persassy's pa.

29. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your mobile?

I've forgotten the password on my phone and don't have a SIM card.

30. What is your favorite ring on your phone?

Can't really check right now.

31. What shirt are you wearing?

School dress. Not a comfy shirt, a fudging dress.

32. Name the brand of shoes you're currently wearing?

I currently only have socks with puppies on them on my feet. (My teachers mustn't know!)

33. Bright or Dark Room?

I prefer small dark rooms. But when I'm reading or doing some other activity that requires a fair amount of light, then obviously bright rooms.

34. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you?

I don't know. Don't really care either.

35. What were you doing at midnight last night?

Either sleeping or tossing and turning thinking my stupid night-time thoughts.

36. What did your last text message you received on your mobile say?

I've already told you about my phone problem.

37. Where is your mailbox?

Um... At the front of my house. Why do you want to know?

38. What's a word that you say a lot?

Yeah.

39. Who told you he/she loved you last?

Maybe my mother?

40. Last furry thing you touched?

My brother. His head. Hair. Same difference.

41. How many drugs have you done in the last three days?

I don't do drugs. Wait, does the internet count?

42. How many rolls of film do you need to get developed?

What?

43. Who was the last person you had a chance meeting with?

Dunno.

44. Favorite age you have been so far?

When I was a baby to when I was five.

45. Your worst enemy?

Person number 1.

46. What is your current desktop picture?

A leaf. Yay. It's actually pretty cool. I like that green shade.

47. What was the last thing you said to someone?

'Okay' maybe to my mother when I wanted her to stop babbling. I love her.

48. If you had to choose between a million dollars or being able to fly, which would you take?

Million bucks. If I could fly then scientists would force me to live at school and experiment on me.

'Kids don't belong in cages.' -Maximum Ride

49. Do you like someone?

Leo Valdez, Nico Di Angelo, Persassy, Eragon (The ending of the last book though! He is so noble!), Griffin (The Whisperer), Dexter Vex, Sanguine, Will Treaty, Iggy (!), more fictional characters, and more!

50. The last song you listened to?

Empress Ki main theme. It is so beautifully sad and whenever a scene has that music you know that they can't be together even though they will end up loving each other. I am seriously about to cry. Dam you Togon! (Dam as in 'It's a dam Percy Jackson thing you wouldn't understand!')

If the last person you spoke to was being shot at, would you jump in front of the bullet?

Yeah. I would rather die than live in a world without my mother.

52. If you could punch one person in the face who's in your life right now, who would it be?

Person number 1. I would stab no.1 as well. Several times. In the face.

53. IF YOU COULD BE DOING ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

Run away. Live on an island with a loving community that has everything it needs to survive.

Hey guys it's Bonnie. I'm a massive fan of DarkHorseBlueSky so I looked through his/her profile. I liked a lot of what I saw so I copied and pasted a lot of it onto here. I hope that's okay with you DarkHorseBlueSky person.

The white man said, "Coloured people are not allowed here."

The black man turned around and stood up. He then said: "Listen sir...when I was born I was black. When I grew up I was black. When I'm sick I'm black. When I go in the sun I'm black. When I'm cold I'm black. When I die I'll be black.
"But you, sir, when you're born you're pink. When you grow up you're white. When you're sick, you're green. When you go in the sun you turn red. When you're cold you turn blue. And when you die you turn purple. And you have the nerve to call me colored?"

The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away...

COPY AND PASTE THIS IF YOU HATE RACISM!!!

Bullying—A Global Problem

“If you come to school tomorrow, we’ll kill you.”—A Canadian student named Kristen received that telephone threat from an unidentified female caller.*

“I am not an emotional person, but I got to the point of not wanting to go to school. My stomach hurt, and every morning after breakfast, I threw up.”—Hiromi, a teenage student in Japan, recalls her experience with bullying.

HAVE you ever had to deal with a bully? Most of us have at one time or another. It may have been at school or in the workplace, or it may even have occurred right at home—where such abuse of power is played out with alarming frequency these days. A British source, for instance, estimates that 53 percent of adults are verbally bullied by a spouse or a live-in partner. Bullies and their victims may be of either gender and from any walk of life in any part of the world.*Bullying among school-age children occurs worldwide. A survey published in Pediatrics in Review reveals that in Norway, 14 percent of children are either bullies or victims. In Japan, 15 percent of primary school pupils say that they are bullied, while in Australia and Spain, the problem prevails among 17 percent of students. In Britain one expert figures that 1.3 million children are involved in bullying.

A recent survey in Britain indicated that when children are subjected to severe bullying, they are nearly seven times as likely to attempt suicide. The emotional pain that these children suffer is real. A 13-year-old boy who hanged himself left behind a note naming five people who had tormented him and had even extorted money from him. “Please save other children,” he wrote.

From

Bullying has to stop!

Copy and paste this into your profile if you agree and want to see change!!!

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, 'Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.' I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.

As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him.

So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, 'Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.'

He looked at me and said, 'Hey, thanks!'

There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.

We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.

Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, 'Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!' He just laughed and handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke.

I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.

Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous!

Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, 'Hey, big guy, you'll be great!' He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. 'Thanks,' he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began, 'Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach... but mostly your friends... I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.' I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.

He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. 'Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.' I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.

I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. God puts us all in each others lives to impact one another in some way. Whatever force might will the heavens into existence and preside over us all, be it God, Allah, Yahweh, or simply a unifying force (personally I believe the first), we were made for a purpose. And despite what might unbalance you in your life, despite what might make you feel unwanted for unneeded — chances are you had an impact like this. The kid you passed in the store and said, "Hey, nice shirt" too might have gotten the spirit to stand up to his abusive stepfather or bullies at his school. Or maybe the Shaolin instructor you always laughed at his jokes might have been a dark, abused child whose only solace was the art, and then his family.

If you're considering suicide, or running a dagger over your wrist, you feel isolated and meaningless. But you want to know something? Everyone feels isolated and meaningless. There are over 7,000,000,000 people on this planet, and at one time or another, they all feel like the rest of the world is out there to spite them. Do you know what this world would be like if that were true? If everyone human soul who thought they were worth nothing killed themselves?

We wouldn't exist.

I'm not the first to admit this race has fallen. There was a time when a solemn handshake was an unbreakable vow of trust. Now even marriage is treated as though it is not sacred. But there are shining examples of the human race still left in this world.

God places his angels strategically. The day I honestly had a knife to my chest was the day an old friend called me up and said, "Hey, no clue if you remember me, but we were friends and you really helped me with my grades." The day when I couldn't help but feel undying contempt for my parents was the day I found a familiar author on this site who, once again, saved my soul. The day I felt like I couldn't change anything was the day someone sent me a review telling me that they were going to keep breathing. There are numerous other examples, but they are all true.

God knew that you would have those thoughts, and the purpose you are meant to fulfill must be fulfilled. Thus, He sends well-chosen people to help and guide you. Sometimes, they're the smile on the street. Sometimes, they're the freaky fanfiction author who randomly PM's you and tells you her life story. Sometimes they're a butterfly that lands on your nose, and sometimes they're even subtler than that.

Look for them.

As I switch topics in the content of this profile, I would like to address a blindness in society's logic. Many people think that abortions help prevent child abuse, because the aborted babies wouldn't have been wanted or loved properly anyway. I just want to speak my thoughts on that.

There aren't any unwanted children. Hundreds of families wait for a chance to adopt a child, even requesting ones with special needs such as Down syndrome or spina bifida. Many mothers who aborted their child in the third month of pregnancy would have wanted him or her back in the sixth month, and often as a result suffer from grief and guilt afterwards.

Child abuse is the result of a parent/caretaker's feelings for their children, not the children themselves. And in some cases — NOT all cases — the choice of abortion itself allows for a new vent of these feelings. They let the parent think, "I could have killed you when you were three months, so why can't I beat you at three years?"

Long story short: ABORTION CHANGES THE WAY WE THINK ABOUT CHILDREN, inside or outside the womb.

So don't get rid of "unwanted" children, get rid of the unwanting.

(And, for God's sake, girls, keep your bodies to yourselves until you're married. Virginity is a gift; don't spend it on some guy who won't be there for you until eternity. The only kind of "safe sex" comes when you get married and stay faithful.)

*Source: "Why Pro-Life?" by Randy Alcorn

Today,

I was volunteering in a first grade classroom.

I was working with a little boy

Who had cuts and bruises on his face.

We were working on drawing a picture of a sea animal they would like to be.

He said he would want to be a crab.

I asked him why and he said

So that I

Could live

In a safe

Home.

Repost if you're against child abuse

Don't be afraid to cry

Mummy...Johnny brought a gun to school

He told his friends that it was cool

And when he pulled the trigger back

It shot with a great crack

Mummy I was a good girl

I did what I was told

I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold

But mummy when I went to school that day, I never said goodbye

I'm sorry mummy I had to go, but mommy please don't cry

When Johnny shot the gun he hit me and another

And all because he got the gun from his older brother

Mummy please tell daddy that I love him very much

And please tell Chris, my boyfriend, that it wasn't just a crush

And tell my little sister that she is the only one now

And tell my dear sweet grandmother that I'll be waiting for her now

And tell my wonderful friends that they were always the best

Mummy I'm not the first I'm no better than the rest

Mummy tell my teachers I won't show up for class

And never to forget this and please don't let this pass

Mummy why'd it have to be me no one deserves this

Mummy warn the others, mummy I left without a kiss

And mummy tell the doctors I know they really did try

I think I even saw a doctor trying not to cry

Mummy I'm slowly dying with a bullet in my chest

But mummy please remember I'm in heaven with the rest

Mummy I ran as fast as I could when I heard that crack

Mummy listen to me if you would

I wanted to go to college

I wanted to try things that were new

I guess I'm not going with daddy

On that trip to the new zoo

I wanted to get married

I wanted to have a kid

I wanted to be an actress

Mummy I wanted to live

But mummy I must go now

The time is getting late

Mummy tell my Chris I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date

I love you mummy I always have I know you know it's true

Mummy all I wanted to say is "mummy I love you"

In memory of all of the students that have been lost

Please if you would

Pass this around

I'd be happy if you could

Don't smash this on the ground

If you pass this on

Maybe people will cry

Just keep this in heart

For the people that didn't get to say goodbye

Twas' eleven days before Christmas, around 9:38,

When twenty beautiful children stormed through heaven's gate.

Their smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air,

They could hardly believe all the beauty they saw there.

They were filled with joy, they didn't know what to say,

They remembered nothing of what had happened earlier that day.

"Where are we?" asked a little girl, as quiet as a mouse.

"This is heaven." declared a small boy.

"We're spending Christmas at God's house."

When what to their wondering eyes did appear,

But Jesus, their Savior, the children gathered near.

He looked at them and smiled, and the smiled just the same.

Then He opened His arms and He called them by name.

And in that moment was joy, that only Heaven can bring,

Those children all flew into the arms of their King,

And as they lingered in the warmth of His embrace,

One small girl turned and looked at Jesus's face.

And as if He could read all the questions she had,

He gently whispered to her,

"I'll take care of Mom and Dad."

Then He looked down on earth, the world far below,

He saw all of the hurt, the sorrow, and woe.

Then He closed His eyes and He outstretched His hand,

"Let My power and presence re-enter this land!

May this country be delivered from the hands of fools,

I'm taking back My nation. I'm taking back My schools!"

Then He and the children stood up without a sound.

"Come now, my children, let me show you around."

Excitement filled the space, some skipped and some ran,

All displaying enthusiasm that only a small child can.

And I heard HIm proclaim as He walked out of sight,

"In the midst of this darkness,

I AM STILL THE LIGHT."

–– Written by Cameo Smith, Mt. Wolf, PA

Dear Friend,

I just had two birds to sing for you. I warm you with the clothing of My sunshine and perfume the air with nature's sweet scent. My love for you is deeper than the ocean and greater than any need in your heart. If you'd only realize how I care. I died just for you.

My Dad sends His love. I want you to meet Him. He cares,too. Fathers are just that way. So please call Me soon. No matter how long it takes, I'll wait because I love you.

Your Friend,

Jesus

Repost these verses if you truly believe what they say.

"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him." –– John 3:16-17

"He then brought them out and asked, 'Sirs, what must I do to be saved?'
They replied, 'Believe in the Lord Jesus, and you will be saved.'" –– Acts 16:30-31a

"For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith –– and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God –– not by works so that no one can boast." –– Ephesians 2: 8-9

98% of Christian teens will not stand up for God, and 93% of the people that read this won't repost it. Will you be part of the 2 and 7 percent? Don't just ignore this, because in the Bible Jesus says, "If you deny me, I will deny you in front of my Father in the gates of Heaven."
I'm challenging you...

Why do we sleep in church, but stay awake through a two-hour movie?

Why is it so hard to talk about God, but so easy to talk about others?

Why are we so bored when we look at a Christian magazine, but find it easy to read Playboy?

Why is it so easy to ignore a godly Facebook wall post, yet we repost the nasty ones?

Why are churches getting smaller, but bars and clubs getting larger?

Think about it.

Mary had a little Lamb, His fleece was white as snow.

And everywhere that Mary went, that Lamb was sure to go.

He followed her to school each day, t'wasn't even in the rule.

It made the children laugh and play, to have a Lamb at school.

And then the rules all changed one day, illegal it became;

To bring the Lamb of God to school, or even speak His name!

Every day got worse and worse, and days turned into years.

Instead of hearing children laugh, we heard gunshots and tears.

What must we do to stop the crime that's in our schools today?

Let's let the Lamb come back to school, and teach our kids to pray.

He had no servants, yet they called him Master

He had no degree, yet they called him Teacher

He had no medicine, yet they called him Healer

He had no army, yet kings feared him

He won no military battles, yet he conquered the world

He committed no crime, yet they crucified him

He was buried in a tomb, yet he lives today

He is my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand a little boy some money back.

The boy couldn't have been more than five or six years old.

The cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him, ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

The old lady replied, ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''

Then she asked him to stay there for just five minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Clause would bring it for her."

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."

His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister."

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me, "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she wouldn't have to leave me, but daddy says she has to go be with my little sister."

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?"

"Okay," he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"

Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!

"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But he gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.

"My mommy loves white roses."

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.

I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.

Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away.

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.

And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

You want to know something that I don't get? Anything that has the word permanent in it. I mean, they're not permanent. Everything fades away eventually. Take this for example.

I was walking out of a gas station when I saw this little girl who looked like she was about seven. She was scratched up and crying, and her clothes where tattered and her body covered in dirt and scratches. I walked closer to her and noticed she was sobbing. Totally heart broken, and her face was clean where the tears fell. I noticed everyone was just walking past her, not giving her a second glance. I immediately thought of that old Bible story, the good Samaritan, and felt myself get a little angry. I walked up to the little girl, and knelt down next to her.
"Why are you crying?" I asked her gently. She calmed down ever so slightly as she noticed I was standing there.
"Why do people think things are permanent?" she asked me, her voice sweet, but there was so much hurt and sorrow in it, I barely noticed. I almost fell on my bottom, the question surprised me, but her voice even more so. I took in her features, or what I saw beneath the dirt. She had pearly white skin, rosy red cheeks and lips, crystal blue eyes, and long, choppy, raven black hair. But her face showed sadness and sorrow, just like her voice.
"I-I don't know. Because if they believe things are permanent, maybe everything will last." my answer was more like a question, but she didn't seem to notice. She shook her head sadly, her eyes closed tightly.
"Nothing last forever. Nothing is permanent. My mommy left me and my daddy in a fire that burned our house down, destroying almost everything we had. We were driving to grandpa's house, when our car broke down, a couple miles back. We've been walking for hours, and daddy is trying to get drinks inside." She took a deep breath, and I could feel my heart shatter as she told me her story. She looked me dead in the eye, her crystal blue eyes had a lonely light in them, and we stared at each other.
"Daddy is broken now. So am I. Mommy is with God, but she left us alone. Nothing is permanent. Nothing." she started to cry again, and my heart practically stopped. I picked her up, surprising her so much that she stopped crying and stared at me in shock, and I marched back into the station.
"Where is your daddy?" I asked her, and she pointed to a man with the same hair and eyes as the little girl. He too was dirty, his clothes tattered, and had scratches.. He was trying to pay for some water and snacks, but he didn't have enough money. I marched over, shooed him aside, and payed for everything. As I gave them to him, he stared at me in shock, noticing his little girl in my arms, no longer crying, but staring at her dad.
He started to say something, but I put the girl down and raised a hand to stop him.
"No need to thank me" I said smiling slightly. "You can do that after I drive you to your dad's house." The little girl looked up at me with awe, a hopeful light gleaming in her eyes, and it warmed me to the bone.
As I drove back home that night, I thought about what the little girl told me. After a while, I decided that she was absolutely right. Nothing lasts forever. Nothing is Permanent.

True story. Now, I hope that all of you who think that life if perfect, all of you who think that it'll stay that way forever, get that it won't be like that for ever. And that you won't just sit back, not worrying one bit about the next day, because you have everything right now. News flash, everything and anything could change your life at the worst times, and not always for the good. You could lose everything.
If this story made you think about life, or anything in general, really isn't 'permanent', or that you totally agree with me, copy this onto your profile, and send this same message that I just sent you. Remember, NOTHING IS PERMANENT.

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Without God, our week would be:

Sinday,
Mournday,
Tearsday,
Wasteday,
Thirstday,
Fightday,
Shatterday.

Seven days without God will make one weak.

When you carry a Bible, the devil gets a headache.

When you open it, he collapses.

When he sees you reading it, he faints.

When he sees you living it, he flees.

And just when you’re about to re-post this, he will try to discourage you.

I just defeated him.

Like, Copy, & Paste this if you’re in God's Army :)

One night I had a dream...

I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord, and
Across the sky flashed scenes from my life.
For each scene I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand;
One belonged to me, and the other to the Lord.
When the last scene of my life flashed before us,
I looked back at the footprints in the sand.
I noticed that many times along the path of my life,
There was only one set of footprints.

I also noticed that it happened at the very lowest
and saddest times in my life.
This really bothered me, and I questioned the Lord about it.
"Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you,
You would walk with me all the way;
But I have noticed that during the
most troublesome times in my life,
There is only one set of footprints.
I don't understand why in times when I
needed you the most, you should leave me.”

The Lord replied, "My precious, precious
child. I love you, and I would never,
never leave you during your times of
trial and suffering.
When you saw only one set of footprints,
It was then that I carried you.”

Someone asked me once, "What do I do if I feel like nobody loves me for who I am?"

Their words got me thinking. I knew what they were going through — I’d felt that way myself quite a few times. I understood. I’d been rejected, ignored, even hated by people I’ve known my whole life. I still am. I began to think that I couldn't answer.

But then I remembered — I have been loved. I am loved. I will always be loved.

Here, I’ll be honest with you.

He’s the greatest guy in the world — literally. I love him and he loves me, but what I’m most amazed with is that even when I don’t love him — when I ignore him for the sake of doing “more important things”, when I break down and scream at him, when I start to wonder if or when he’ll answer my calls, when I demand why, why is he letting me go through all this fear and doubt if he truly loves me — he doesn’t turn away. He never hesitates to listen when I call — in fact, he waits just for me to talk to him, even if he doesn’t answer at first. When I start to think he’s left me to walk the trail alone, I realize that he’s carrying me. Even when I’m at my lowest, when I’ve thrown everything I’ve got at him, when I’m dirty, imperfect, hateful…he still loves me.

It’s true what they say — love must be blind. He’s still by my side when all the things I’ve done have left him bleeding.*

His father loves me too. He can’t wait for the day when I come home to live with his son.

He does everything for me. He comforts me when I’m afraid. He listens to my silent cries and midnight rants, and when he thinks the time is perfect, he surprises me by making everything better. When I saw the review waiting in my email inbox, he smiled, told me, “You know what to say” and helped me when I got stuck. He’s given me a home, a family, a future.

He gave me life.

He gave his own so I wouldn’t have to die.

He defeated death and came back for me.

His name is Jesus Christ, and He is my Savior.

Think of me however you wish; I don’t care. I’m not ashamed. When you love someone — truly, truly love them — and they love you back even more than you love them, why should you keep your love a secret?

I know what you’re thinking right now: “That’s not what I meant. I meant love with a boy, someone I could spend my life with. Not some white-robed figure I can’t see, hear, or feel.”

I have nothing against that kind of love. What I’m trying to tell you is that you don’t have to feel worthless. Because you’re not. Even though you might not be able to see Him, hear His voice, or feel His hand, there is Someone out there who loves you for who you are, for who He is. He’ll never abandon you. He wants to be with you. He wants to save you. He’s knocking at your door right now, waiting for you to let Him in.

He’s asking you to say “Yes”. Yes, I will follow You. Yes, I will devote my life to You. Yes, I want to be with You forever and I will give everything I have to be with You.

It’s the most He could do to die for us. It’s the least we can do to live for Him.

I’ve made that decision. I’ve said yes and I know that when I die my physical death, I can live the eternity of my spiritual life with Him. I’m waiting now, I’m ready to be with Him, face to face. That’s why I don’t fear death.

I’m scarred, I’m dirty, I’m sinful beyond imagination. And yet still He came for me, willing to pay the debt that I and everyone else owed. He suffered and died because of what we’ve done.

And yet He still loves us. He pushed aside death and came back to life, just to wash us of our flaws so we can be with Him.

Once again, I will say that I have nothing against love with a boy. But, once again, I will stress that it’s not the best you can have. I myself have not yet found the man with whom I will spend my physical life, but I know that when God thinks it’s time, He’ll send the right guy. And if not, then I’m okay with that. I’m satisfied in knowing that out there, there is Someone who loves me with everything He has. Someone who doesn’t care about my looks, my clothes, what I own or what I can give Him. Someone who proves to me that I’m not worthless. Someone who pays my passage into His Kingdom with His own life.

And that, I believe, is the best and most important kind of love you can have.

Lyrics from “Undone” by FFH.

A man was walking on an old, shaky bridge.

He prayed for help and saw God on the other side.

He asked God to come near him and help him cross.

But God didn't come.

The man got angry and with great difficulty, he crossed the shaky bridge to confront God.

To his surprise, when he reached the other side,

He saw God holding the broken bridge.

God's ways are always better and more amazing than ours.

A woman received a call that her daughter was sick.

She hurried to the pharmacy to get medication, got back to her car and found that she had locked her keys inside.

The woman found an old rusty coat hanger left on the ground. She looked at it and said "I don't know how to use this to help."

She bowed her head and asked God to send her some help

Within five minutes a beat-up old motorcycle pulled up, driven by a bearded man who was wearing an old biker skull rag.

He got off of his cycle and asked if he could help. She said: "Yes, my daughter is sick. I've locked my keys in my car. I must get home. Please, can you use this hanger to unlock my car?"

He said "Sure." He walked over to the car, and in less than a minute the car was open.

She hugged the man and through tears said "Thank you SO much! You are a very nice man."

The man said "Lady, I am NOT a nice man. I just got out of PRISON yesterday. I was in prison for car theft."

The woman hugged the man again sobbing, "Oh, thank you, God! You even sent me a professional!"

Is GOD GREAT or what!? :)

From a MATHEMATICAL Viewpoint: What equals 100 percent in life? Here's a little formula that might help you answer these Questions:

If: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

Is represented as: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26

Then: H-A-R-D-W-O-R- K (8118423151811) = 98 percent

and K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E (11141523125475) = 96 percent

But, A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E (120209202145) = 100 percent

AND, look how far the love of God will take you: L-O-V-E- O-F -G-O-D (12152251567154) = 101 percent.

Therefore, one can conclude with mathematical certainty that: While Hard work and Knowledge will get you close, and Attitude will get you there, it's the Love of God that will put you over the top!

A science professor begins his school year with a lecture to the students: "Let me explain the problem science has with religion."

The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand.

"You're a Christian, aren't you, son?"

"Yes, sir," the student says.

"So you believe in God?"

"Absolutely."

"Is God good?"

"Sure! God's good."

"Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?"

"Yes."

Now the professor asks, "Are you good or evil?"

"The Bible says I'm evil," replies the student.

The professor grins knowingly.

"Aha! The Bible!" He considers for a moment. "Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?"

"Yes, sir, I would."

"So you're good…!"

"I wouldn't say that."

"But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person if you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn't."

The student does not answer, so the professor continues. "He doesn't, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Hmmm? Can you answer that one?"

The student remains silent.

"No, you can't, can you?" the professor says. He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax.

"Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?"

"Er… yes," the student says.

"Is Satan good?"

The student doesn't hesitate on this one. "No."

"Then where does Satan come from?"

The student falters. "From God," he answers after a few moments.

"That's right. God made Satan, didn't he? Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?"

"Yes, sir."

"Evil's everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything, correct?"

"Yes."

"So who created evil?" The professor continued, "If God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil."

Again, the student has no answer. "Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things, do they exist in this world?"

The student squirms on his feet. "Yes."

"So who created them?"

The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his question. "Who created them?" There is still no answer. Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is mesmerized. "Tell me," he continues onto another student. "Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?"

The student's voice betrays him and cracks. "Yes, professor, I do."

The old man stops pacing. "Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen Jesus?"

"No, sir. I've never seen Him."

"Then tell us if you've ever heard your Jesus?"

"No, sir, I have not."

"Have you ever felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or God for that matter?"

"No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't."

"Yet you still believe in him?"

"Yes."

"According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?"

"Nothing," the student replies. "I only have my faith."

"Yes, faith," the professor repeats. "And that is the problem science has with God. There is no evidence, only faith."

The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a question of his own. "Professor, is there such thing as heat?"

"Yes," the professor replies. "There's heat."

"And is there such a thing as cold?"

"Yes, son, there's cold too."

"No, sir, there isn't."

The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested. The room suddenly becomes very quiet. The student begins to explain. "You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don't have anything called 'cold'. We can hit up to 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder than the lowest, minus 458 degrees.

"Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat. You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it."

Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding like a hammer.

"What about darkness, professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?"

"Yes," the professor replies without hesitation. "What is night if it isn't darkness?"

"You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light, but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use to define the word.

"In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?"

The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This will be a good semester. "So what point are you making, young man?"

"Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed."

The professor's face cannot hide his surprise this time. "Flawed? Can you explain how?"

"You are working on the premise of duality," the student explains. "You argue that there is life and then there's death; a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure.

"Sir, science can't explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it.

"Now tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?"

"If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do."

"Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?"

The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he realizes where the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed.

"Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an ongoing endeavour, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a preacher?"

The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the commotion has subsided.

"To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, let me give you an example of what I mean."

The student looks around the room. "Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor's brain?" The class breaks out into laughter.

"Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain, felt the professor's brain, touched or smelt the professor's brain? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, with all due respect, sir."

"So if science says you have no brain, how can we trust your lectures, sir?"

Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the student, his face unreadable.

Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers. "I guess you'll have to take them on faith."

"Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists with life," the student continues. "Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?"

Now uncertain, the professor responds, "Of course, there is. We see it every day. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil."

To this the student replied, "Evil does not exist, sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light."

The professor sat down.

Really Random Joke:

A man went out to buy a horse. He found one that he liked, but then the man who was selling the horse said, "This horse is special. This horse is a Christian horse."

"How so?" asked the man.

"Well," explained the seller, "when you want him to go, you have to say 'praise the Lord'. And when you want him to stop, you have to say 'amen'."

"Okay," said the man, and paid for the horse.

When he went home to ride the horse, he got on. "Giddyup!" he said, but nothing happened. Then he remembered the horse seller's words, and then said to the horse, "Praise the Lord."

Immediately the horse took off in a gallop. The man hung on for dear life as the horse sped away, and gasped when he saw a steep, high cliff fast approaching. "Whoa!" he shouted. The horse just kept going. Then the man remembered what the horse seller had said, and commanded the horse, "Amen!"

The horse skidded to a stop a mere two feet away from the cliff's edge. The man was so overjoyed that, without thinking, he shouted, "Praise the Lord!"