A Prayer to Think About

Whereas I am always in favor of prayers, and whereas I understand fully that different folks have different means of praying, and whereas I understand the audience is G^d, not me, and whereas G^d is the true judge; nevertheless, this prayers seems to be slightly flawed.

Can you see it?

Why do we feel that WE are the only entities in the world?  Why do we so often pray in a similar way?

Pray, by all means pray, but intercede for others, think of our brothers and sisters around the world, suffering and dying because of their faith.  Think of those who are deprived.  Think of those with sick children and friends.

Type "AMEN" if you want to pray about someone besides yourself.

Now, to live this out.

The Final Exam Story Scam That No Longer Works Out for the Student

Here is an old, oft-told story:

"Subject: Finals

It was the final examination for an introductory English course at a university. Like many such freshman courses, it was designed to weed out new students, having over 800 students in the class. The examination was two hours long, and exam booklets were provided. The professor was very strict and told the class that any exam that was not on his desk in exactly two hours would not be accepted and the student would fail.

Half an hour into the exam, a student came rushing in and asked the professor for an exam booklet.

"You're not going to have time to finish this," the professor said, as he handed the student a booklet.

"Yes I will," replied the student. He then took a seat and began writing.

After two hours, the professor called for the exams and the students filed up and handed them in--all except the late student, who continued writing.

Half an hour later, the last student came up to the professor who was sitting at his desk preparing for his next class. He attempted to put his exam on the stack of exam booklets already there.

"Oh, no you don't! I'm not going to accept that. It's late."

The student looked incredulous and angry, "Do you know who I am?"

"No, as a matter of fact, I don't," replied the professor with an air of sarcasm in his voice.

"DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!" the student asked again.

"No, and I don't care," replied the professor with an air of superiority.

"Good," replied the student, who quickly lifted the stack of completed exams, stuffed his in the middle, and briskly walked out of the room."   The end.

One of my friends forwarded the story with this comment:


"Here is a student with something on the ball."


Of course when the prof looks at his "Picture Class List" on MYBAMA he should be able to identify the culprit.

Ain't technology wonderful?


So, students, just show up on time and don't try to be such smartalecs!!