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Join Jesus, the Man, on this fable that takes place some time after the crucifixion, but before he settles in at the right hand of God. There was Jesus, the Baby; Jesus the God. Somewhere in between, there is Jesus, the man.
Sex and the city after Big's death. After the funeral, Carrie is devastated. There is nothing that can bring her back, except.. You will find out in the book!
Sex and the City 3 - there is not going to be a third movie, but we can see what happens to Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte and Samantha. It''s a sequel!
As believers, we have to look unto God for our promotion not neglecting hard work, as promotion is a reward. However, due to high competition in the world today and in some fields of job or operations, some people are denied their rights to promotion but as you pray this prayer along, the God of justice will restore you or catapult you to your deserved/desired level in life.
Speak only what your heart feels, not all that
your ears hear.
A blueprint about people for people; another crazed post-everything blueprint for the isolated: Post-This, Post-That, Post-Whatever.
Nobody is good or bad. Some situations in life make them either good or bad. The good principles in poor become cheated when they become rich and they become bad from good. The wonder is that when they are suppressed they are good and when they are elevated in position, they become greedy. Does money make people going on more paths to have money irrespective of the discrimination of the good or bad? Why the crimes are more linked with the rich only? Does the money call them to crimes?
For his marvelous resurrecting deeds Chung Fu was rewarded by the Emperor with fabulous wealth, honor, fame and power. Neither the most accurate history books are not sure who The First Prophet who resurrected was. Maybe...
A suburban Mormon girl wrestling with doubt and dying of thirst plays hooky from her church youth group in order to experience some illicit culture.
She told no one.
It was just going to be a one-off experiment with disobedience...
What she did not expect to find was a rich source of soul-sustaining beauty, far more powerful than any scriptures she had ever read.
This is a story about the nothingness of mankind and each human on their personal level. A tale of mankind’s absurd.
It is miming the pathetic nature of a human, the inexcusableness of their negligence and total unwillingness to change for the better but vice versa, degrading into the darkest abyss, such as the Mariana trench or something. With a strong accent on fictionalizing the ridiculous.
But it is impossible to spill slops upon the heads of humans for the length of one hundred ninety-nine pages without giving an illustrative account of all the facts in detail, without an extensive analysis of their actions, and the consequences these actions bring. With everything that would prop up this moral tale and all the obscenities barked out at humans at a gulp, and in such an unorthodox way, advice them all to stay in closer touch with themselves and those they, either consciously or unintentionally (subconsciously), oppress.
Cos the aims they get so maniacally obsessed with cost nothing at all in the end.
As a result, such a project will inevitably wind up into a sort of picturesque depiction of a certain algorithm of humans’ actions developed from the author’s cumulative analysis of events and situations humans creates for themselves and the rest on Earth by their actions, or through the lack thereof.
The mitosis of this incredible analytical venture is presented for your contemplation right below your eyes—with the daughter nucleus grander than its parent one.
And the adamant hope that yours be even grander.