Once an order is out the door there's not much we can do short of breaking into the post office in the middle of the night, and they recently installed a new security system.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Kitty
I recently bought a shirt online and as I was reading through the fine print I found this:
Monday, February 8, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
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General Math Stuff
I have not finished reading it but it seems interesting. It is an over view of math from 1+1 forward.
Mathematical search engine. If you don't try anything else follow this link. (Try searching for your birthday or name)
Facebook Groups (I have no idea why there are so few fans on all of these)
Where would we be without algebra?
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Calculus/9509716066?ref=ts
Calculus! We all love it!
Tesla, my favorite scientist.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Dear Mother,
Ever since I left the squalid dread army my life has been changing. I used to think everyone was out to get me, and in truth they were. In my past many times I was attacked with no forewarning. I am by no means saying I didn't deserve it but simply that I didn't expect it. I tried not to let you see my bruises to hold up our reputation. But in reality, I am sure I deserved it.
This caused me to be very wary of strangers.
Ever since I have begun living in the house of the Commander I have been safer. I believe it is because of my masters blameless reputation. If my master ever sends me to do an errand or meet someone for him, the other party projects his uprightness onto me. I have done nothing to deserve it.
with love,
-The Slave
11.4.00
As I looked over the battlefield today, I was reminded of what we were fighting for. I thought of all my loved ones. When I started thinking about my daughter, I was overwhelmed. She can be so much like me... The way her heart breaks with every injustice. She prays like everything depends on God, but then lives like it all depends on her. Even though she is strong, there are times when she tries to carry all the weight of the world on her own and she ends up crushes, brought to her knees. As she cries out for relief, she will finally let go, surrendering all the burden by believing that everything has a purpose and will work out for good... It's only here that she fins air to breathe again. I wish she would come to this place quicker sometimes. So often she feels guilty for not being able to hold it all herself, but if only she knew how wonderful she is. I've written several times to remind her of these things but I haven't gotten a response in months.
-The Commander
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Most slaves despise their masters.
Dear Father,
Awhile ago I got myself in a trouble. I procured a debt that was much more than I could pay. I am sorry that this is the first you are hearing of it, but do not worry, I am well. When you owe a debt you cannot pay there there are few places to turn. Rather than turn to you and face your wrath, I went to the commander of the passerby army begging him to take me as a slave so I could repay my debt.
He was quite gracious, he instantly accepted my request and my debt to the dread army was paid in full. What is more my life actually became better as I started my years of servitude. I never had to worry about were my next meal was coming from, I was even allowed to sit at my masters table. I could think of no one and no thing that I would rather be indebted too. The work did not even feel like work because my master was my savior. I could never have paid my insurmountable debt without him.
When my debt was paid off I decided to stay on as a voluntary slave. I had my family with me and I could think of nothing else I needed. I was provided with everything I needed. I had hard work but compared to the debt I was under before it seemed small.
I am sorry I did not tell you until now. You and mother would like it here.
Most slaves don't have my master.
-The Slave
6.12.00
The passerby army's mission is to bring peace, faith, hope, freedom, and above all love to the entire world. Our mantra is "Memento Mori." These words remind us that our mission is urgent, and that when death comes to anyone, at 18 or 80, a mortal life proves to be short. We are reminded by memento mori to never waste a moment without advancing the mission. The fate of our children and grandchildren depends on how we use the time we are given. At a recent gathering, my heart broke as I looked over the passerby army. These men and women were ready to live and die for love; yet somehow they had gone from fighting the enemy to bickering and fighting each other. I thought through what I could say to encourage them again. With all the strength of my voice and my heart I commanded;
"UNIFIED DIVERSITY! FUNCTIONING AS ONE BODY..."
-The Commander
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