Greetings Readers! Below is a collection of "Inspiringly-fun gobbledygooks from random sources!" They aren't exactly gobbledygooks as you can see, but they are words that evoked images in my mind, that keeps my imagination alive, and they are words that turns me on. There'd be also picture breaks in between from the many words. Thanks for dropping by!I hope you liked it here. =)
He was one of the few men of science who never terrified me, probably because he never behaved like a doctor. When ever he performed a minor service for Jem and me, as removing a splinter from a foot, he would tell us exactly what he was going to do, give us an estimation of how much it would hurt, and explain the use of any tongs he employed.
One Christmas I lurked in corners nursing a twisted splinter in my foot, permitting no one to come near me. When Uncle Jack caught me, he kept me laughing about a preacher who hated going to church so much that every day he stood at his gate in his dressing-gown, smoking a hookah and delivering five-minute sermons to any passers-by who desired spiritual comfort. I interrupted to make Uncle Jack let me know when he would pull it out, but he held up a bloody splinter in a pair of tweezers and said he yanked it while I was laughing, that was what was known as relativity.
No amount of sighing could indulge Atticus to let us spend Christmas day at home. We went to Finch’s Landing every Christmas in my memory. The fact that Aunty was a good cook was some compensation for being forced to spend a religious holiday with Francis Hancook. he was a year older than I, and I avoided him on principle: he enjoyed everything I disapproved, and disliked my ingenuous diversions.
To Kill A Mockingbird
The true meaning of Chritsmas? God’s grace. And the understanding that we cannot earn any more than we can bargain for love. By its very nature, grace must be unearned and freely given, without cost, constraint, or commandment. The best we can do is to open our hearts to receive it wholly, with our strength, desire, and intent, that we might become children of the Gift. Anyway, that’s why I think Christmas is about. But what do I know, I’m just a carpenter.
Kier; The Christmas List
‘Some years ago,’ said Caspar, ‘a Polish astronomer called Copernicus discovered that the earth is as round as a ball and moves in an orbit around the sun. This wasn’t news to wise men, but to most people it was new and exciting. Sailors could now travel round the world, and that’s how Columbus reached America in the ear 1492. After him the Spanish sailors cruelly attacked the Indians. In the opinion of the king of the Orient it would have been better if they had kept to the ships of the desert, for there is no more peaceful animal than a camel in the desert, and peace is the message of Christmas.
The Christmas Mystery
The angel watch shows that 602 years have passed since Jesus was born. At this time, and throughout the Middle Ages, the Christian Church had two different capitals. The one is Rome, and the other is Byzantium at the entrance to the Black Sea.
But didn’t they believe the same things?
On the whole, yes, but they showed it slightly different ways. People have come and gone, and church traditions and services has come and gone too, even though the start of it all was something that happens one Christmas night in Bethlehem, the city of David.
Impuriel ruffled his wings and said, ‘Yes, indeed! For the was only one Mary and only one Christ-child. Since then many millions of images of Mary and the Christ-child have been painted and fashioned, and none of them are alike. For even though there was only one Christ-child, every person’s imagination is a little different.
Mama:'Because inside the tiny little Advent calendar, the one inside the Advent calendar that Quirinius gave Elisabeth, was written, not just Elisabet and Tebasile. There was Roma and Amor as well. Amor means love.'
Joachim:'But that's Roma backwards. So perhaps Tebasile really means something as well.'
‘A whole field of churches!’ repeated Impuriel. ‘It would be fun to work out how many kilos of stone and timber have been used to celebrate Jesus’ birth, not to mention how many cakes have been baked or now many parcels have been packed. Christmas is the world’s biggest birthday party, for everybody in the whole world is invited to join in. That’s why the party has lasted for so many years.
The Christmas Mystery
“Jesus, on the other hand, came because none of us are nice enough. Of course, we keep trying to convince ourselves and others otherwise. Ultimately, Santa is about me and the stuffs I so desperately want. But Jesus, is about something more, the grace, we so desperately need.”
Here is a man who was born in an obscure village, the Child of a peasant woman. He worked in a carpenter shop until He was thirty, and then for three years He was an itinerant preacher. He never wrote a book. He never held an office. He never owned a home. He never had a family. He never went to college. He never put His foot inside a big city. He never traveled two hundred miles from the place where He was born. He never did one of the things that usually accompany greatness. He had no credentials but Himself. He had nothing to do with this world except the naked power of His Divine manhood. While still a young man, the tide of popular opinion turned against Him. He was turned over to His enemies. He went through the mockery of a trial. He was nailed to a Cross between two thieves. His executioners gambled for the only piece of property He had on earth while He was dying—and that was His coat. When He was dead He was taken down and laid in a borrowed grave through the pity of a friend. Such was His human life—He rises from the dead. Nineteen wide centuries have come and gone and today He is the Centerpiece of the human race and the Leader of the column of progress. I am within the mark when I say that all the armies that ever marched, and all the navies that ever were built, and all the parliaments that ever sat, and all the kings that ever reigned, put together, have not affected the life of man upon this earth as powerfully as has that One Solitary Life.
James C. Hefley