Interesting, no?
Alabama 1901, Preamble
We the people of the State of Alabama , invoking the favor and guidance of Almighty God, do ordain and establish the following Constitution..
Alaska 1956, Preamble We, the people of Alaska , grateful to God and to those who founded our nation and pioneered this great land.
Arizona 1911, Preamble We, the people of the State of Arizona , grateful to Almighty God for our liberties, do ordain this Constitution...
Arkansas 1874, Preamble We, the people of the State of Arkansas , grateful to Almighty God for the privilege of choosing our own form of government...
California 1879, Preamble We, the People of the State of California , grateful to Almighty God for our freedom...
Colorado 1876, Preamble We, the people of Colorado , with profound reverence for the Supreme Ruler of Universe...
Connecticut 1818, Preamble. The People of Connecticut, acknowledging with gratitude the good Providence of God in permitting them to enjoy.
Delaware 1897, Preamble Through Divine Goodness all men have, by nature, the rights of worshipping and serving their Creator according to the dictates of their consciences.
Florida 1885, Preamble We, the people of the State of Florida , grateful to Almighty God for our constitutional liberty, establish this Constitution...
Georgia 1777, Preamble We, the people of Georgia , relying upon protection and guidance of Almighty God, do ordain and establish this Constitution...
Hawaii 1959, Preamble We , the people of Hawaii , Grateful for Divine Guidance ... Establish this Constitution.
Idaho 1889, Preamble We, the people of the State o f Idaho , grateful to Almighty God for our freedom, to secure its blessings.
Illinois 1870, Preamble We, the people of the State of Illinois, grateful to Almighty God for the civil , political and religious liberty which He hath so long permitted us to enjoy and looking to Him for a blessing on our endeavors.
Indiana 1851, Preamble We, the People of the State of Indiana , grateful to Almighty God for the free exercise of the right to choose our form of government.
Iowa 1857, Preamble We, the People of the St ate of Iowa , grateful to the Supreme Being for the blessings hitherto enjoyed, and feeling our dependence on Him for a continuation of these blessings, establish this Constitution.
Kansas 1859, Preamble We, the people of Kansas , grateful to Almighty God for our civil and religious privileges establish this Constitution.
Kentucky 1891, Preamble.. We, the people of the Commonwealth are grateful to Almighty God for the civil, political and religious liberties..
Louisiana 1921, Preamble We, the people of the State of Louisiana , grateful to Almighty God for the civil, political and religious liberties we enjoy.
Maine 1820, Preamble We the People of Maine acknowledging with grateful hearts the goodness of the Sovereign Ruler of the Universe in affording us an opportunity ... And imploring His aid and direction.
Maryland 1776, Preamble We, the people of the state of Maryland , grateful to Almighty God for our civil and religious liberty...
Massachusetts 1780, Preamble We..the people of Massachusetts, acknowledging with grateful hearts, the goodness of the Great Legislator of the Universe In the course of His Providence, an opportunity and devoutly imploring His direction
Michigan 1908, Preamble. We, the people of the State of Michigan , grateful to Almighty God for the blessings of freedom, establish this Constitution.
Minnesota, 1857, Preamble We, the people of the State of Minnesota, grateful to God for our civil and religious liberty, and desiring to perpetuate its blessings:
Mississippi 1890, Preamble We, the people of Mississippi in convention assembled, grateful to Almighty God, and invoking His blessing on our work.
Missouri 1845, Preamble We, the people of Missouri , with profound reverence for the Supreme Ruler of the Universe, and grateful for His goodness . Establish this Constitution...
Montana 1889, Preamble. We, the people of Montana , grateful to Almighty God for the blessings of liberty establish this Constitution ..
Nebraska 1875, Preamble We, the people, grateful to Almighty God for our freedom . Establish this Constitution.
Nevada 1864, Preamble We the people of the State of Nevada , grateful to Almighty God for our freedom, establish this Constitution...
New Hampshire 1792, Part I. Art. I. Sec. V Every individual has a natural and unalienable right to worship God according to the dictates of his own conscience.
New Jersey 1844, Preamble We, the people of the State of New Jersey, grateful to Almighty God for civil and religious liberty which He hath so long permitted us to enjoy, and looking to Him for a blessing on our endeavors.
New Mexico 1911, Preamble We, the People of New Mexico, grateful to Almighty God for the blessings of liberty..
New York 1846, Preamble We, the people of the State of New York , grateful to Almighty God for our freedom, in order to secure its blessings.
North Carolina 1868, Preamble We the people of the State of North Carolina, grateful to Almighty God, the Sovereign Ruler of Nations, for our civil, political, and religious liberties, and acknowledging our dependence upon Him for the continuance of those...
North Dakota 1889, Preamble We , the people of North Dakota , grateful to Almighty God for the blessings of civil and religious liberty, do ordain...
Ohio 1852, Preamble We the people of the state of Ohio , grateful to Almighty God for our freedom, to secure its blessings and to promote our common.
Oklahoma 1907, Preamble Invoking the guidance of Almighty God,=2 0in order to secure and perpetuate the blessings of liberty, establish this
Oregon 1857, Bill of Rights, Article I Section 2. All men shall be secure in the Natural right, to worship Almighty God according to the dictates of their consciences
Pennsylvania 1776, Preamble We, the people of Pennsylvania, grateful to Almighty God for the blessings of civil and religious liberty, and humbly invoking His guidance....
Rhode Island 1842, Preamble. We the People of the State of Rhode Island grateful to Almighty God for the civil and religious liberty which He hath so long permitted us to enjoy, and looking to Him for a blessing...
South Carolina , 1778, Preamble We, the people of he State of South Carolina grateful to God for our liberties, do ordain and establish this Constitution.
South Dakota 1889, Preamble We, the people of South Dakota , grateful to Almighty God for our civil and religious liberties ...
Tennessee 1796, Art. XI..III. That all men have a natural and indefeasible right to worship Almighty God according to the dictates of their conscience...
Texas 1845, Preamble We the People of the Republic of Texas , acknowledging, with gratitude, the grace and beneficence of God.
Utah 1896, Preamble Grateful to Almighty God for life and liberty, we establish this Constitution.
Vermont 1777, Preamble Whereas all government ought to enable the individuals who compose it to enjoy their natural rights, and other blessings which the Author of Existence has bestowed on man ..
Virginia 1776, Bill of Rights, XVI Religion, or the Duty which we owe our Creator can be directed only by Reason and that it is the mutual duty of all to practice Christian Forbearance, Love and Charity towards each other
Washington 1889, Preamble We the People of the State of Washington, grateful to the Supreme Ruler of the Universe for our liberties, do ordain this Constitution
West Virginia 1872, Preamble Since through Divine Providence we enjoy the blessings of civil, political and religious liberty, we, the people of West Virginia reaffirm our faith in and constant reliance upon God ...
Wisconsin 1848, Preamble We, the people of Wisconsin, grateful to Almighty God for our freedom, domestic tranquility...
Wyoming 1890, Preamble We, the people of the State of Wyoming , grateful to God for our civil, political, and religious liberties, establish this Constitution...
~~Angie
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The phrase "grateful to Almighty God", or some variation thereof, appears to be the common thread here. Acknowledgment of Almighty God seems to be declining along with gratitude, replaced by the idea that we have the "right" to whatever we want instead of the privilege of enjoying the grace and mercy bestowed by our Creator. Just my thoughts.
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Wow! If my weary eyes haven't betrayed me -- there are 50 examples there. Irrefutable testimony. Thanks, Angie.
Mary Kay
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Just makes you wonder how there can be any confusion on the subject. Clyde
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Hi- love your books!:) used to sign 'em all out of the library...
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That is just way too much fun ... sure beats Honey Bunches of Oats! Thx for the morning laugh. Clyde
Smilingsal Says:
I love the 5th.
Traditional Japanese breakfast is a substantial meal and usually consists of a bowl of hot, freshly boiled rice, miso soup, toasted seaweed sheets (nori), pickled vegetables, a grilled/broiled fish dish, a simmered dish, a vegetables/tofu dish, and/or Japanese omelette roll (tamagoyaki).
Mocha with Linda Says:
So cute!
My daughter would say they left out an important fruit that she and a friend made up a joke for Beethoven's 5th: ba-na-na-na!
Kay Day Says:
I'm reading Memoirs of a Geisha for book club and so Im interested in all things Japanese at the moment.
Very fun!
Mocha with Linda Says:
Poor little black kitty! Made me think of a teacher or a mom.
Maybe the gripey cat is in the throes of PMS or menopause!
Mocha with Linda Says:
To clarify, the video reminded me of a teacher or a mom, not the cowering black cat!
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I absolutely love kitties and watched this video with my little Amy and Andie lying on the bed behind my desk. We all agreed that it was a major dressing down that Marmalade was giving to Tuxedo. The girls told me that Marmalade (wifey) was angry with Tuxedo (hubby) for saying that her outfit made her look too fat. Clyde
Momstheword Says:
That Tuxedo cat isn't very intimidated. Usually they slowly slink away from the aggressor.
Kay Day Says:
I thought it was someone getting chewed out by the boss. Otherwise, he'd walk away, right? Can't afford to lose your job, though.
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This video made me think of the many times I had to get on my son for disrespect during his teen years. The more I "talked" to him, the more he just sat there...and the madder I got! Guess the marmalade cat is "just Mom." LOL
Doug and Terrye Says:
Sounds like John McEnroe talking to a ref, in the parking lot, after a "badly called" game :)
Terrye in FL
Smilingsal Says:
Like the speaker, I get angry when I hear a message that muddies or dilutes the gospel. "Jesus want the rose!" and we should be diligent about sharing that.
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This is powerful, Angie. Thank you for bringing it to us this morning. One of my devotions today began with the reading of Ephesians 4:11-16, and the author of the devotion then wrote, "No one has to do everything, but all of us need to do something." We each have a unique gift from God to share Him with others. Another quote that was mentioned in a sermon a week or so ago is, "The church is what's left when the building burns down." Yes, our pastors and priests have the vocational calling, but Each of us is called to share our gift. Clyde
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I'm not quite sure where to start. The young man was certainly passionate with his point of view. I'll start with the rose. I'm visualizing a beautiful white rose, barely more than a bud. The petals are just beginning to open a wee bit. Then he tosses the rose into a crowd of people of all walks of life. Each one touches the rose and feels of it. After awhile the rose is no longer white but brown and broken from abuse. Since the minister's subject was sex, here's how I see it. For now I'm thinking in terms of a female. I see a young girl entering into that age where she begins to blossom. She's young, beautiful and innocent. Then as she gets older she enters into a lifestyle where she gives her body to so many men. She was once beautiful and the men wanted her because she was so beautiful. As time elapsed and she was used and abused by all these men, she was no longer beautiful. No one wanted her any more. But then, as the young man said, Jesus wanted that used and abused rose because He and only He could make it beautiful again.
Mocha with Linda Says:
Like in the time of Christ with the Pharisees, sometimes the church can be God's enemy. Sad but true. Oh, that we would be faithful to tell people that Jesus wants the rose!!
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Powerful image--Jesus wants the rose. Too bad the first speaker stopped short of telling his audience that truth. Thanks, Angie, for reminding us to always be cognizant of the reader. Mary Kay
Mike + Stacey Duncan Says:
Matt Chandler is the pastor of a church in the town I live in, Denton, TX. Denton is the home of Texas Women's University and the University of North Texas, and his church, The Village, is an extremely popular church among college students (who go to church). Both UNT and TWU are extremely liberal and "artsy" and Denton itself is a liberal college town. Matt Chandler preaches the REAL gospel into the hearts of college students each week, and although I don't go to the Village, I have friends that do and I am so glad that he stands up for Truth and preaches that Jesus DOES want the rose, as so many of the college students that come to his service ARE the rose.
Caitriona aka Catherine Says:
Angie,
I am just catching up on your blog, so commenting here a little on the late side. The video and your comments both spoke to me. I was led to the LORD by my husband when we were dating. He didn't expect to be the one, he was praying for a wife, knew I wasn't the one because I wasn't a Christian but he shared the Word of God and the gospel many times, one on one, never demanding a decision and at the end of a very long conversation there was nothing left to say, I stood with Christ Crucified and me the tattered rose, accepted, forgiven, and loved.
Currently, I am reading Eternal Impact by Phil Downer and the subtitle also sums up the book "investing in the lives of others." There are people in my life that I have had a heart for but failed to invest in their lives and show care for the destination of their souls. I do care and I agree with you. It is the responsibility of each and every Christian to share the Gospel. I also believe it is the Church's responsibility to equip and build up the children of God so that we can be assured that we can walk in the Spirit and that we can share the Gospel with confidence. Before this turns into a full length post, I will close by saying Thank you Angie. Your sister in Christ, Catherine
Mocha with Linda Says:
Too funny. It amazes me how much effort people put into just doing spoofs like this.
Going to dry my hair now.
:-)
Kay Day Says:
You know, those immediately obsolete tweets are a bit of a waste.
I have thought that while tweeting we should remove redundant consonants. But removing vowels works too.
Ky Dy - or is Y a vowel?
Sue Says:
I love looking at clouds and figuring out what they look like! It's one of those free activities that can amuse for hours... okay, maybe only minutes depending on fast they go!
Thanks for sharing these Angela!
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I've always been fascinated by cloud shapes, but many of these are extraordinary and like nothing I have ever seen before! Two, in particular, were quite frightening. Think I'd head for the storm closet if I saw one of them in the sky. Clyde
Peg Says:
Who can view these and doubt the existence of a Higher Being? What an awesome, Awesome God we have.
Mocha with Linda Says:
Yikes. Sounds like a "eat your Wheaties first" kind of book. Not sure if I'm that brave.
by Leanna Ellis
Wizard of Oz meets Cinderella
When Dottie Meyers loses her ‘no place like home’ during a Kansas tornado, she wakes up to find a pair of ruby slippers left by her father who abandoned his family thirty years ago. With her sister hot on her trail to find the treasured ruby slippers, Dottie travels a yellow brick road with three friends to find her father. No wizard can solve her problems. Only the love of a heavenly father can heal her wounds and give her the desires of her heart.
There’s no place like … the heart for God’s healing touch.
Chapter One
Some people wish on candles, others on stars. When I was a girl, nose pressed against the passenger window of our Vista Cruiser, I watched truckloads of hay bales rumbling down the highway near our Kansas farm. Weather-beaten farmers driving thirty miles an hour (or slower), traffic piling up a mile behind them. Momma would ease the station wagon into the left lane to pass the snaking line and say, “Make a wish, girls, and don’t look back.”
My younger sister, Abby, always made a production out of her wishes. She squeezed her eyes closed, pursed her lips toward heaven, and proclaimed to all who were within hearing, “I’m gonna . . .” She leaned forward, her hand on Mama’s shoulder. “Can I wish on every hay bale?”
“Why not?” Mama shook her head with bewilderment as if my sister was a novelty act in the circus. To me, she was.
Puckering up again, Abby rattled off her litany of wishes. “I’m gonna be famous! I’m gonna be on the big screen! I’m gonna fly around the world.”
Like any good big sister, I rolled my eyes and let out a long, loud huff of irritation. Looking back on it now, I realize I was jealous that Abby knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to throw her dreams out there for all the world to see.
Cynical, even at age nine, I never wished on candles, stars, or hay bales. Maybe I’ve always been looking back rather than forward. Nowadays, I’ve become a moderately healthy realist at age thirty-five. But sometimes, in the dark of a lonely night, I do imagine wishes coming true.
Otto’s barking first signals something amiss on this damp, overcast afternoon. He’s my loyal, scruffy black dog, not more than ten or twelve pounds soaking wet. He follows me everywhere and will defend me if so much as a crow flies too near. Crouched on my knees in the garden, holding a prickly weed, I watch a strange sedan clip along the forlorn drive at an unsafe pace and feel a catch in my chest.
Squinting against the afternoon glare, I shield my eyes and push to my feet. Hope overrides any childhood cynicism. I decided long ago to hope for the best, prepare for the worst.
Ever since I was small, I’ve kept watch on the drive to our small Kansas farm. “Momma,” I would shout, “somebody’s comin’!” She would stop whatever chore was occupying her—folding laundry, drying dishes, balancing the checkbook—and we’d stand on the porch, my hand in hers, tracking the approaching vehicle. “Do you think it’s—”
“No, Dottie.” Momma named the truck as some neighbor’s. “Don’t say anything to Abby, all right?”
Ever the protective big sister, I nodded, keeping my disappointment to myself. My little sister by two years tended to be more emotional than Momma and me.
Momma never acted sad, and I took my cue from her. But she never hesitated when I called out again, “Visitors!” Hope would crest, soon to be dashed by disappointment. Still, even after all these years, when Momma is no longer here to stand beside me, there’s that smidgen of hope at the sight of a strange vehicle coming up the drive.
Rolling my shoulder forward, I swipe my face with my sleeve, wiping away bits of dirt and sweat, and blink at the pale-gray four-door as it stirs up a whirlwind of dust in its wake. None of my neighbors drive this type of car. Craig Hanson, my lawyer and friend, drives a conservative dark-blue 4-Runner. Rhonda Cox, the preacher’s wife, drives a white Expedition to haul her three children along with Pampered Chef wares to parties in the adjoining counties. Homer Davies, from the feed store, drives a battered and weary Chevy truck he’s had since the seventies. Most come to drop off donations for the annual Easter egg hunt I’m organizing again this year, or if their kid needs help with math, or if they’re in need of a third on yet another church committee.
The darkened windows of the strange sedan veil the driver’s identity as it comes to a screeching halt in front of my house. I dust my hands off on the back of my overalls. My muddy Crocs leave a depression in the soft earth. Otto prances around me, yipping and barking. “Easy now. Let’s go see who it is.” I lift Otto over a chicken- wire fence I strung up last summer to keep out a family of rabbits that had been nibbling on my beets and sugar snap peas. The sedan hasn’t moved. No door opens. No window slides downward. Is the driver lost or confused? Reconsidering? My footsteps quicken.
The driver’s door swings open and a tall, shapely woman in a form-fitting white dress emerges. I keep my head upright as Momma always did, my footsteps steady. This woman is definitely lost, like she’s looking for the pages of a Vogue magazine to crawl into. She has long black hair and dark sunglasses that make her eyes as big as a grasshopper’s. It isn’t until she swings her hair over her shoulder in a familiar way that recognition causes a whoosh of air to escape me.
“Abby!” I holler.
She turns, raises her sunglasses to the top of her head and spots me.
“Come on, boy!” I slap the side of my leg. “Abby’s home!”
Winner of the National Readers’ Choice Award, Leanna Ellis writes quirky women's fiction. When she’s not busy writing, taxiing her kids to and from dance and fencing, or taking the dogs in and out, then she’s contemplating some new weird plot. Visit her website at http://leannaellis.
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I just clicked on the link to Randy Alcorn's blog. It is a must see! There is a video of people dancing in a train station to the Sound of Music. I would love to know how many had practiced and how many just joined in.
Has anyone ever been to a Singalong
version of the movie? I think it will be playing in Portland in a few weeks.
I don't know about you, but I love dance. Not the teenage jittering kind, per se, but ballet and stage dancing and involved choreography. I love movies like Turning Point and that old-as-the-hills storyline of "teacher comes to rough school, teaches delinquents to dance, and turns their lives around." I wish I'd been able to take ballet as a kid. (I did take one lesson once--when I was thirty!)
So I was thrilled to discover that my pal Elizabeth White has a new book out about DANCE. I'd love to tell you about it.
TOUR DE FORCE: A Love Story by Elizabeth White
May 2009, Zondervan
A Passion for Dance
Gilly Kincade is a rising star on the New York ballet scene. Dancing is her life's passion, second only to her love for Jesus, and she believes her faith sets her apart--but hasn't held her back. Chosen for a plum role in a new ballet choreographed for her, it seems the sky's the limit. Then she meets Jacob Ferrar....
A Passion for God
Jacob Ferrar has left behind the glittering temptations of stardom in New York ballet. He has established a reputation as a brilliant, innovative artistic director of a regional dance company in Alabama, with a vision for choreography that glorifies God and encourages the audience. In fact, he's certain nothing could make him go back....
Becomes Love's Tour de Force
When Jacob offers Gilly the lead in his original Easter ballet, she begins to reevaluate what she's willing to sacrifice for dance. And he sees exciting potential of shining light on the world's dark stage. But their brilliant first performance is destroyed by a terrible accident, and Gilly and Jacob find themselves facing an uncertain future. Together, they dance the fine line between personal vision and God's will, listening for the beat of the Father's heart.
Romantic Times BookClub says:
“White takes readers behind the scenes into the competitive dance world. It's refreshing that Gillian befriends and respects people living different lifestyles while still boldly living out her faith.” (4 stars)
An interview with Beth about Tour de Force:
Q: What inspired you to write a novel about ballet dancers?
A: Too much cold medicine? JUST KIDDING! Actually, Gillian Kincade was a character in last year’s Off the Record.. As the off-beat teenage sister of Judge Laurel Kincade, Gilly took on such a distinct personality (as characters often do) that she demanded a story of her own. Readers have written to ask if she follows through with her crush on musical heartthrob Tucker McGaughan…To be blunt, no. Too easy. But rest assured, Tucker makes his appearance in Tour de Force.
Q: So were you ever a dancer yourself?
A: If you could see the bruises on my knees just from trying to make it across the Wendy’s parking lot, you wouldn’t ask that question. But since you did…I once took tap, jazz and rudimentary ballet as a child. I learned just enough to pick up elements of the dance language. Everything I know about professional ballet has come from interviewing and observing real dancers, notably the exquisite Kathryn Morgan of New York City Ballet and Kathy Thibodeaux of Ballet Magnificat! in Jackson, Mississippi.
Q: What spiritual take-away is involved in a story about dancers?
A: I was interested in exploring challenges to Christian artists in general. The Scripture I kept coming back to is Luke 12:48: “From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; and from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked.”Debates have gone one for decades (probably centuries, for all I know) regarding Christian art. For example, C. S. Lewis and J. R. R. Tolkien, the story goes, discussed whether the world needs more “Christian writers” or “writers who are Christian.” The only way I knew how to tackle the subject was to create characters who must face those questions, take a stand, and either live for God—or not.
It’s my belief that flawed people are more interesting than perfect ones. They’re also more real. Though Gilly and Jacob aren’t “real” in the obvious sense, they do struggle to cope with universal issues. How much overt “witnessing” should a Christian performer or teacher do? What’s the line of grace between acceptance (“tolerance”) of the lifestyle choices of non-believing friends and sticking up for morality and truth? How should we respond when God seems to pull the rug out from under our dreams and desires? Are Christians allowed to feel disappointed?
My job as a novelist is not to preach the answers to those questions, but to draw pictures of possibilities and to point readers back to God’s Word—the only place to find answers. If I succeed in making readers think and pray, then I’m happy.
Q: This book has a subtitle, “A Love Story.” Is there significance to that?
A: Well, I’ve always considered myself a romance writer, but this one is truly focused on the development of relationships—
Speaking of Dance--before you go, take four minutes to watch this performance art piece from Belgium. It's great!
~~Angie
Kathy C. Says:
We are in the countdown to Jasmine's annual recital--same day, same time, same street as Ty's graduation!
Beth White Says:
What a cool video! Thanks for sharing that, Angie. And thanks for posting about Tour de Force.
Regards,
Beth
Mocha with Linda Says:
I just finished Stephanie's newest book, A Claim of Her Own.
Her daughter is beautiful and has a lovely voice.
Kristine Says:
She reminds me a lot of one of my favorite artists, Laurell. www.laurell.ca. I like Shannon -will be interesting to see where she ends up!
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I was watching one tree hill last night and I heard your song "Calls me home" and i loved it but i cant download it any where ! you should get that song in the public its so good !
Kathy C. Says:
Have the book but didn't know the movie was available. I'm somewhat new to netflix. Watched Juno with my 17-yr-old daughter last night and discussed choices throughout the movie.
Dallas Jenkins Says:
Thanks so much for the kind words, Angela, we really appreciate it. We really tried to make a film that didn't shy away from reality or even darkness but that ultimately had hope and showed that small and random acts of kindness can have a big impact.
Netflix is great, but don't hesitate to buy it if you want, we could use the sales! :)
Thanks again...
Sue Says:
My hubby and I just watched "your" movie, The Note last weekend and loved it. I had read your book years ago and thoroughly enjoyed it so was looking forward to seeing the movie.
This one by Jerry Jenkins sounds good! I'm 3/4 of my way through the Apprenticeship course at CWG. Still not sure where/what God wants me to do with it yet. ;-)
Thanks for the addition to my "must see" list!
God bless you!
Dallas Jenkins Says:
Not to do another shameless plug, but if you like The Note, you might want to check out another Hallmark Channel movie that was based on one of my Dad's books, "Though None Go With Me." Along with The Note, it's one of the few Hallmark Channel movies that ended up getting DVD distribution.
Allie Says:
I loved this movie when I stumbled on it last year. I'd been checking out a few Christian movies and getting suitably distressed at how awful they were - but this one wasn't.
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My wife and I really liked "Midnight Clear." Great to see an honest story and honest film. We ran into Steve Baldwin at Movieguide Awards and he recalled it as "some of my real quality work." Angela, I think I'll see you at the Blue Ridge Writers Conference!
Smilingsal Says:
Fun, as long as I suspend my disbelief. I noticed that when the black and white sheep is walking, if you focus on the men walking, you'll see the editing.
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Such good clean fun! I'm always amazed at how people amuse themselves. What have you done today to make yourself smile? There are plenty of Tea Parties out there. Why not go out and be a rebel today? It'll be fun! Glenn Beck will be at The Alamo here in San Antonio. Wa-HOO! Clyde
Angela Says:
Wave a tea bag for me, Clyde! I have several friends who are attending tea parties in their areas. Gotta love these grass-roots movements!
Angie
LuAnn Says:
I guess even shepherds need something to do while out on the range all day. Too funny. Thanks, Angela.
 | Miss Fortune, Allie Fortune Mystery Series #1 By Sara Mills / Moody Publishers In 1947 Allie Fortune is the only female private investigator in New York City, but she's kept awake at night by a mystery of her own: her fianci disappeared in the war and no one knows if he's still alive. Until Allie finds out, she will have no peace. When there's a knock on her office door at four in the morning, Allie suspects trouble as usual, and Mary Gordon is no exception. Mary claims someone is following her, that her apartment has been ransacked, and that she's been shot at, but she has no idea why any of this is happening. Allie takes the case, and in the process discovers an international mystery that puts her own life in danger. Meanwhile, the FBI is working the case as well, and she is partnered up with an attractive, single agent who would be perfect for her under other circumstances-if only she knew whether her fianci was still alive. |
 | Miss Match, Allie Fortune Mystery Series #2 By Sara Mills / Moody Publishers FBI agent Jack O'Connor receives a letter from Maggie, a woman he used to love, saying she's in trouble in Berlin. The FBI refuses to get involved, so Jack asks Allie Fortune to help him investigate. Allie and Jack pose as a missionary couple who want to bring orphans back to the United States. A child finds important documents that everyone in the city - Soviets and allies alike - want for themselves. Maggie refuses to tell Jack what the documents are, saying if things go wrong, they are better off not knowing. Through the course of the search, Allie's past is brought back to her, half a world away from home. |
Mocha with Linda Says:
These sound great!
And bless Sara's heart. May she sense God's love and presence surrounding her.
Christy Lockstein Says:
I read the first book in this series, and it definitely lives up to its hype! I just loved the writing, characters, and plot. I'll be praying for Sara.
Brittanie Says:
I have read both books in the series and they are great! I can't wait to read the third which she does not currently have a contract on. :(
Lisa Says:
I'll be praying for Sara. I've never heard of these books, but am very interested for my daughters. They're very much into spy/mystery books,and have finished all the Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys books. Honestly, they need to "graduate" to the next level, because they were reading the Nancy Drew paperbacks in two days. Do you think these books would be appropriate for a 13 and 14 year old?
The finding of pentetrazol's effectiveness in treating Down Syndrome has lead to it being explored as a means of correcting other learning deficiencies. Specifically, hamsters denied their natural circadian rhythm (though not denied sleep) had their memory restored to near-normal levels when treated with pentetrazol[5].
Ha! Who knew? Maybe I was on to something . . . (And now do you see why I've fallen in love with "House?")
~~Angie
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sounds fascinating!
you must have been on to something!
have you heard that live animals
are not allowed in some school district's science fairs any longer? i suppose this could limit science project options.
Lisa Says:
My daughter is a dog lover, and is doing her science fair project on whether full breeds or "mutts" are more obedient. I'm not quite sure how she plans to go about this (I help my kids, but I do NOT do their projects for them.) She is not allowed to bring our dog in as part of her project because it's against school rules. She can do the research, then document it with pictures they said. We'll see how it goes.
Says:
Angie, you never cease to amaze me with your insatiable curiosity about things. I love this story and what a phenomenal "rest of the story"! I expect we will see some remnant of this in a future book? Clyde
Angela Says:
You never know, Clyde! :-)
Sally, gerbils are in a class by themselves. Though I have nothing against mice--or rats, as long as they're clean and live in a cage. Running through my house is a different matter altogether.
True story I'm digging up from my memory banks--gerbils were introduced in the U.S. in 1957 by a man named Victor Schwentker. I wrote this man in 1970, I believe, and asked about using gerbils for my science fair projects. He responded with a kind letter and a box filled with a dozen gerbils--male and female. From that point on, I had gerbils aplenty. :-) They're very fertile.
Angie
O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded with thorns, Thine only crown;
How pale Thou art with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn!
How does that visage languish, which once was bright as morn!What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered, was all for sinners’ gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression, but Thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior! ’Tis I deserve Thy place;
Look on me with Thy favor, vouchsafe to me Thy grace.Men mock and taunt and jeer Thee, Thou noble countenance,
Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee and flee before Thy glance.
How art thou pale with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn!
How doth Thy visage languish that once was bright as morn!Now from Thy cheeks has vanished their color once so fair;
From Thy red lips is banished the splendor that was there.
Grim death, with cruel rigor, hath robbed Thee of Thy life;
Thus Thou hast lost Thy vigor, Thy strength in this sad strife.My burden in Thy Passion, Lord, Thou hast borne for me,
For it was my transgression which brought this woe on Thee.
I cast me down before Thee, wrath were my rightful lot;
Have mercy, I implore Thee; Redeemer, spurn me not!What language shall I borrow to thank Thee, dearest friend,
For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end?
O make me Thine forever, and should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never outlive my love to Thee.My Shepherd, now receive me; my Guardian, own me Thine.
Great blessings Thou didst give me, O source of gifts divine.
Thy lips have often fed me with words of truth and love;
Thy Spirit oft hath led me to heavenly joys above.Here I will stand beside Thee, from Thee I will not part;
O Savior, do not chide me! When breaks Thy loving heart,
When soul and body languish in death’s cold, cruel grasp,
Then, in Thy deepest anguish, Thee in mine arms I’ll clasp.The joy can never be spoken, above all joys beside,
When in Thy body broken I thus with safety hide.
O Lord of Life, desiring Thy glory now to see,
Beside Thy cross expiring, I’d breathe my soul to Thee.My Savior, be Thou near me when death is at my door;
Then let Thy presence cheer me, forsake me nevermore!
When soul and body languish, oh, leave me not alone,
But take away mine anguish by virtue of Thine own!Be Thou my consolation, my shield when I must die;
Remind me of Thy passion when my last hour draws nigh.
Mine eyes shall then behold Thee, upon Thy cross shall dwell,My heart by faith enfolds Thee. Who dieth thus dies well.A blessed Easter to you!~~Angie
In no particular order, Angela Hunt is a novelist, teacher, nana, mother, wife, mastiff owner, reader, musician, student, aspiring theologian, and bubble gum connoisseur. The things that enter her life sooner or later find their way into her books, hence "a life in pages."
I think I'll pass and check in my usual, boring place.
Wow. My claustrophobia kicked in just looking at some of those!
I wonder if they allow pets at the puppy B&B? Do you get a doggie bone on your pillow instead of chocolate?
There was also a part two, with some very nice looking hotels.
The Library Hotel in NYC looks wonderful. There was also one in Turkey that revolves. And one in Brazil that reminded me of Angie's book "The Canopy"
I like the Hobbit one.
There were, indeed, much more plausible hotels for me in Part Two. Could easily stay at the bull ring, train, Poseiden, rain forest and others. Think I'd stay up all night in Poseiden, just watching what's going on! Clyde
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