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worker who seemed like a very nice guy. The man was professional,…

pickup truck, Georgie wants to go to a church, saying, “I’d like to worship.” Fuckhead wants to go to a county fair, which they do, or maybe they don’t. Given the drug-induced hallucinatory nature of the story, it is not always clear what is happening and what is being imagined. While on the road, they get lost; Georgie cannot remember the rides at the fair and hits a jackrabbit. Given one of the story’s themes, Fuckhead asks Georgie, “Are you completely blind?” “The theme of death introduced at…

get Jill and come meet you at your house” Max said, picking up his iron axe. Max started doing more of the manly work around his house ever since our scouts survival training. “Alright, see you there Max.” I said as I continued on to Dorothy’s house. Dorothy was sitting on the front porch with Rex. She greeted me with a smile, “Hello dear, come to see King?” King is what Dorothy called Rex. “Hello Dorothy,” I said as Rex came running up to jump on me, “hey Rex, how are you boy?” I played…

wood, lowering myself to the ground. I pulled my phone from my pocket. Two missed calls, three texts, one voicemail. Mom. "Hey." Said one. "How did it go?" Asked another. "Call me when you can." Read the last. "Jason, its Mom. I was wondering about your visit with Dr. Samwell today. Call me later okay? Love you." Click, I tossed my phone onto the bed a few feet away from me, sunk my head into my hands and ran my fingers through my…

Son “Okay. Okay. But I can’t call you Son. ‘Hi, Son. Come here, Son.’ I sound like a grandmother. Give me something else.” “You pick.” “Okay. I will. Let’s see. I need something that fits. I know. I’ll ask you a question – a question I want to ask anyway and the best name will fit right in. Here I go. ‘Why did you have to leave Eloe on the run, leave so fast you couldn’t go to Frisco’s funeral, uh, uh, Phil?’ That’s good. That’s Anglicized French for son.” -Jadine and Son, Tar Baby…

really thought about before. I believe the author is trying to tell us in the writing, that it is okay to do business and to strive to achieve in life. It is not a sin to better yourself or to hope that one day your children will be better off than you yourself. The message that I receive load and clear was that if what we do comes from a good heart and the desire to Glorify God then are actions are good. Repeatedly the author mentions that the act is not evil but what we do with that action.…

holes of the costumes gave no clue as to who the kid was. I’m pretty sure he goes to my school, because there is only one middle school in my whole city. The person is also the height of an average middle schooler. The juvenile is also really thin, like a paper. The costume that he is wearing is very loose, and just flows in the wind on him. The next day, the same kid came to school wearing the same outfit as last night. As I saw the mysterious individual in the hallway, I heard murmuring. As…

A poor woodcutter refuses to share his meal with both Jesus and the Virgin Mary to present his social injustices in Christianity. The woodcutter explains the reason that “I think you neglect the poor. You give everything to the rich and so little to the poor” (1609). Furthermore, the woodcutter only shares his meal with Death. In this tale, Death symbolizes the balance of justice because she “[doesn’t] play favorites with the wealthy because…

Yes, I realize the October update is arriving in November. I knew something good was coming on the 3rd and I wanted to wait so I could tell you about it. On Thursday, November 3rd, Rooted Soul hosted a half-day retreat for local church planters. It was called Abide and is the first of what I hope will grow into be six retreats offered to church planters next year. Abide is spaced created for church planters to reconnect their hearts with the heart of God through meditation on scripture and…

Have you ever been forced into something that you absolutely would have never done if you didn’t have to? This fear became my reality last Sunday. For the first time in my eighteen years of my life I stepped foot into a church. I choose a local church for this experience called The First Reformed Church. The address to this Christian church is 5387 W State Road 10, Wheatfield, IN 46392. In this essay I’ll be explaining how this experience has changed me as a person and the things I witnessed…