When socialism tries to rule
the outcomes are not very cool.
The crime, it does flourish.
Racism, we nourish,
and our kids all get bad Marx in school.
7/10/2020
Category: school
Graduation Surprise
A couple of weeks ago on a Sunday morning, pastor pulled a little surprise on a couple of students that had finished a 3 year course of study with the Institute of Conservative Apostolic Theology. Sister Theresa Halstead and our son Paul actually graduated last October but were unable to attend the ceremony in San Antonio, Tx. Pastor had their diplomas put into very nice frames and took some time to honor both of them.
He also gave each of them a few minutes to say something about their experience with ICAT. Both of them expressed thankfulness for the instruction they received and were appreciative that their education has given them more confidence in witnessing and talking about the Bible with others. Sis. Halstead was working full time while she took the courses, so this was really a great accomplishment for her.
I know at times it was a sacrifice for both of them to do the work involved, but they stuck with it and finished their course. I am proud and happy for both of them. 🙂
Mathematical God
On my drive to school this morning, I started thinking about math. Two of my students struggle with math, and I remember it became a real struggle for me in my sophomore year of high school when I was taking Algebra 2. I have found that when I have a task that I don’t particularly enjoy doing(math, housework,etc.)it becomes a little more bearable if I can put God in the middle of it, try to make it fun or do both.
So this line of thinking gave birth to a poem just for fun about God and math. If you are among the percentage of those that are not fond of arithmetic, but you love God and want to go to heaven, this might be for you. 🙂
God will add His blessing
when those things we take away
which would cause our feet to stumble
and our hearts to go astray.
He multiplies our joys
as our testimony we share.
He always divides our sorrows
when others, our burdens help bear.
I’m not sure why I’m writing these words.
Just why have I gone down this path?
English is the subject I love.
I’m not all that fond of math.
I know when to Heaven I go,
if by Rapture or my time to die,
many wondrous things I shall behold,
but there will not be Pi in the sky!
3/8/18
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