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wiegraf:Thanks ![]() |
Darkness is the absence of light. The moon is not darkness. The moon shines because it reflects the sun's light. The moon and the sun work in unison to hold life on earth, as we know it, together. Without the sun and the moon life would not be possible. The sun gives the earth energy and life. Without the sun, our planet would be too cold to support life. The moon keeps are planet stable and slightly tilted (lol just like a woman). The moon also controls the ocean tides. (Ebb and flow is important for balance). Without the moon our planet (our world) would not be balanced. Polarity is a crucial part of God's plan; physically, emotionally and spiritually. Do not demean or underestimate the importance of the moon in the balance of nature. Both the moon and the sun are important to maintain balance. Yes the sun shines brighter, but alone it's power is impotent. The Chinese yin and yang symbolizes duality but is held together by a third power, "Balance" (the creator of the two). Balance creates unity. The symbol is a circle that holds both light and dark. A circle has no beginning and no end, which depicts eternity. Balance surrounds light and dark. It holds them together as one. God is "balance" and keeps the two from breaking apart. One is not whole without the other.
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wiegraf:Oh ok. My friend was in school there but is now back in Lagos, so I won't be going. I hope the coming year is full of love, hope and joy for you, and prosperity and good health abound. Happy New Year to come! |
JackBizzle:Lol...I remember this guy. @ the bolded. This is the "new and improved" LB? Glad you are back. This place has gotten so boring. ![]() |
JackBizzle:What was the advice? |
It is a bit maudlin. Great job...as usual. |
JackBizzle:Thanks. I hope your holiday is going well and the new year greats you kindly. |
The sun came out! Parts of the road are clear.
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After the blizzard.
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IHate9ja1:Thanks. To you and yours too. |
-5 here
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CFCman:Merry Christmas to you too. |
AlfaSeltzer: ![]() |
sukkot:Saw it again today. What does it mean? |
AllNaijaBlogger:Merry Christmas to you too. ![]() |
AlfaSeltzer:You make me laugh so hard. ![]() |
sukkot:Yes...11:11 |
wiegraf:I'm great! Spent a wonderful Christmas Day with my family. What is zazzou? |
wiegraf:Lol. I never thought of Santa that way, but it's true! |
sonOfLucifer:*sighs* You just love to get a rise out of people. Parable of the Birds Once upon a time there was a man who looked upon Christmas as a lot of humbug. He wasn’t a Scrooge. He was a kind and decent person, generous to his family, upright in all his dealings with other men. But he didn’t believe all that stuff about Incarnation which churches proclaim at Christmas. And he was too honest to pretend that he did. “I am truly sorry to distress you,” he told his wife, who was a faithful churchgoer. “But I simply cannot understand this claim that God becomes man. It doesn’t make any sense to me.” On Christmas Eve his wife and children went to church for the midnight service. He declined to accompany them. “I’d feel like a hypocrite,” he explained. “I’d rather stay at home. But I’ll wait up for you.” Shortly after his family drove away in the car, snow began to fall. He went to the window and watched the flurries getting heavier and heavier. “If we must have Christmas,” he thought, “it’s nice to have a white one.” He went back to his chair by the fireside and began to read his newspaper. A few minutes later he was startled by a thudding sound. It was quickly followed by another, then another. He thought that someone must be throwing snowballs at his livingroom window. When he went to the front door to investigate, he found a flock of birds huddled miserably in the storm. They had been caught in the storm and in a desperate search for shelter had tried to fly through his window. “I can’t let these poor creatures lie there and freeze,” he thought. “But how can I help them?” Then he remembered the barn where the children’s pony was stabled. It would provide a warm shelter. He put on his coat and galoshes and tramped through the deepening snow to the barn. He opened the door wide and turned on a light. But the birds didn’t come in. “Food will lure them in,” he thought. So he hurried back to the house for bread crumbs, which he sprinkled on the snow to make a trail into the barn. To his dismay, the birds ignored the bread crumbs and continued to flop around helplessly in the snow. He tried shooing them into the barn by walking around and waving his arms. They scattered in every direction – except into the warm lighted barn. “They find me a strange and terrifying creature,” he said to himself, “and I can’t seem to think of any way to let them know they can trust me. If only I could be a bird myself for a few minutes, perhaps I could lead them to safety. . . .” Just at that moment the church bells began to ring. He stood silent for a while, listening to the bells pealing the glad tidings of Christmas. Then he sank to his knees in the snow. “Now I do understand,” he whispered. “Now I see why You had to do it.” Source | Louis Cassels, The Parable of the Birds as told in Greg Johnson, The 25 Days of Christmas, page 30-31 |
1miccza:Merry Christmas to you too. |
1miccza:Very well...thank you. |
sonOfLucifer:I'm great! Think of you often. Hope you are good too. |



