the daily dragonfly 11-14-19

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“It is absurd for the Evolutionist to complain that it is unthinkable for an admittedly unthinkable God to make everything out of nothing, and then pretend that it is more thinkable that nothing should turn itself into everything.”
G.K. Chesterton

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“This is the way of air travel: fellow passengers applaud because they didn’t die, and then they cut in front of you so they can exit four seconds earlier.”
Vendela Vida

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This dragonfly came up to me. He was hovering right in front of my face, and I was really examining him, thinking, How does he see me? I became enlightened.
– Ziggy Marley

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It’s very far away/It takes about a half a day to get there/ If we travel by-dragonfly.

– Jimi Hendrix

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Witness: Striker was the squadron leader. He brought us in real low. But he couldn’t handle it.

Prosecuting Attorney: Buddy couldn’t handle it. Was Buddy one of your crew?

Witness: Right. Buddy was the bombardier. But it was Striker who couldn’t handle it, and he went to pieces.

Prosecuting Attorney: Andy went to pieces?

Witness: No. Andy was the navigator. He was all right. Buddy went to pieces. It was awful how he came unglued.

Prosecuting Attorney: Howie came unglued?

Witness: Oh, no. Howie was a rock, the best tailgunner in the outfit. Buddy came unglued.

Prosecuting Attorney: And he bailed out?

Witness: No. Andy hung tough. Buddy bailed out. How he survived, it was a miracle.

Prosecuting Attorney: Then Howie survived?

Witness: No, ‘fraid not. We lost Howie the next day.

Prosecuting Attorney: Over Macho Grande?

Witness: No. I don’t think I’ll ever get over Macho Grande. Those wounds run…pretty deep.

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Job 38:1-11

And now, finally, God answered Job from the eye of a violent storm. He said:

2-11 “Why do you confuse the issue?
    Why do you talk without knowing what you’re talking about?
Pull yourself together, Job!
    Up on your feet! Stand tall!
I have some questions for you,
    and I want some straight answers.
Where were you when I created the earth?
    Tell me, since you know so much!
Who decided on its size? Certainly you’ll know that!
    Who came up with the blueprints and measurements?
How was its foundation poured,
    and who set the cornerstone,
While the morning stars sang in chorus
    and all the angels shouted praise?
And who took charge of the ocean
    when it gushed forth like a baby from the womb?
That was me! I wrapped it in soft clouds,
    and tucked it in safely at night.
Then I made a playpen for it,
    a strong playpen so it couldn’t run loose,
And said, ‘Stay here, this is your place.
    Your wild tantrums are confined to this place.’

 

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