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      • Total Makeover - Romans 12.1-2
      • What About Me? - Romans 12.3-8
      • Authority & Submission - Romans 13.1-7
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      • Unity: Not Judgmental - Romans 14.1-14
      • Unity in Hope - Romans 15.1-13
      • Travel Plans - Romans 15.14-29
      • An appeal for Prayer - Romans 15.30-33
      • Final Greetings - Romans 16.1-14
      • A Last Word About Last Words - Romans 16.25-27
      • Another Word About Last Words - Romans 16.25-27
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      • A Love Song Isaiah 5
      • Firm in Faith: Isaiah 7.1 - 8.8
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      • A Sufficient Grace
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    • Psalms >
      • Psalm 1 & 2 - Introducing the Psalms
      • Psalm 139 - Wings of the Morning
      • Psalm 90 - A Complaint
      • Psalm 91.1-13: The Wings of Refuge
      • Psalm 91.14-16 - God Speaks: A Salvation Oracle
      • Psalm 91 - God's Salvation
      • Psalm 92 - A Sabbath Psalm of Worship
      • Psalm 100 Steadfast Love
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Deep Thoughts
I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate.  And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it.

To me, it's a good idea to always carry two sacks of something when you walk around. That way, if anybody says, "Hey, can you give me a hand?" You can say, "Sorry, got these sacks."

If you ever drop your keys into a river of molten lava, let'em go, because, man, they're gone. 

If you ever catch on fire, try to avoid seeing yourself in the mirror, because I bet that's what REALLY throws you into a panic.

To me, boxing is like a ballet, except there's no music, no choreography and the dancers hit each other.

I wish I would have a real tragic love affair and get so depressed that I'd just quit my job and become a bum for a few years, because I was thinking about doing that anyway.

Maybe in order to understand mankind we have to look at that word itself. MANKIND. Basically, it's made up of two separate words "mank" and "ind." What do these words mean? It's a mystery and that's why so is mankind.

If you go flying back through time and you see somebody else flying forward into the future, it's probably best to avoid eye contact.

It's easy to sit there and say you'd like to have more money. And I guess that's what I like about it. It's easy. Just sitting there, rocking back and forth, wanting that money. 

Whenever you read a good book, it's like the author is right there, in the room talking to you, which is why I don't like to read good books.

 If trees could scream, would we be so cavalier about cutting them down? Well, we might, if they screamed all the time for no good reason. 

Instead of a trap door, what about a trap window? The guy looks out it, and if he leans out too far, he falls out. Oh, wait a minute; I guess that's like a regular window.

If I ever get real rich, I hope I'm not real mean to poor people, like I am now.

The face of a child can say it all, especially the mouth part of the face. 

Sometimes I think you have to march right in and demand your rights, even if you don't know what your rights are, or who the person is you're talking to; then on the way out, slam the door.

One thing vampire children have to be taught early on is, don't run with wooden stakes. 

Consider the daffodil; and while you're doing that, I'll be over at your house, looking through your stuff.

Somebody told me how frightening it was how much topsoil we are losing each year, but when I told that story around the campfire nobody got scared. 

As the light changed from red to green to yellow and back to red again, I sat there thinking about life: “Is it nothing more than a bunch of honking and yelling?” Sometimes it seems that way. --

"Thoughts" by Jack Handy