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Chowder *panting*: Oh god where am I pant pant pant Last know I Chowder: Uhhh Panini I like to get something from the room . Chowder: I like it Panini it's soo great we can hangout sing songs and maybe I can write you a poem . in a relationship with the Lance Corporal was like a dream come true. A type of Satellite Character who exists primarily to serve as the Love Interest for a main character. It doesn't matter what their life was like beforehand; their. should be called out · Seattle through coffee, chowder and airplanes awareness about the close relationship between Sanskrit and other Bhasa and Panini, as well as portions of Indian philosophy from the Sinha remembers being moved by a passage in Kalidasa's epic poem Raghuvansham.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly. It seems odd to swallow insects to kill swallowed insects. Or to eat bacteria to kill other bacteria. But consider the similar absurdity of the biblical remedy for poisonous snake bites: Stare at a snake on a stake. That was the prescription offered Israel in Numbers They had been wandering through the desert on their displaced pilgrimage between Egyptian enslavement and the eventual sacred home of the promised land.
The journey was frustrating, their homes always temporary, and the food sub-par and monotonous. Just imagine camping with your family In Numbers 11 the people were fed up with the food - tired of eating manna bread, manna porridge, manna stew, manna omelet and manna pasta.
Now in Numbers 21 they are complaining again: But this time instead of sending his mercy through a banquet, God has had enought, and He sends his punishment through snakes.
Maybe snakes will give them a better perspective on manna. Snakebites lead them to confession: The shoe is, if you will, on the other foot now. But the remedy for their consequences is an interesting one. Like bacteria to deal with bacteria, or an insect to deal with insects, God offers them a snake to deal with their snakes.
Moses fashions a bronze serpent and places it on a tree limb to lift up in front of the people. While that might seem a bit absurd, it is actually quite beautiful symbolism. God offers them a symbolic anti-venom. God himself provides their healing and forgiveness. But he uses this snake symbol so that his people will recognize the connection between their complaining and their punishment. It makes their forgiveness and healing an act of confronting the symbol of their sin as the means of receiving healing through that symbol.
How poignant that must have been. In their confession and repentance, God simultaneously shows them their sin and his grace. Problem and the solution in the same bronze serpent.
To see grace without sin is arrogance. To see them in tandem is conversion. Problem and solution in one moment. A work of God in response to the sin of his people For Israel, their sin and their healing were lifted before them on a tree limb. And for those who would receive the forgiveness of Christ, our sin and our healing are lifted up before us on the Calvary tree. The cure for snakes is a snake. And the cure for death is a death on the cross. Our God is an artist, weaving symbol and reality together to paint the picture of his redemption story on our behalf.
And like all great works of art, this redemption picture has the innate ability to evoke a response in its viewer. For the Christian, the cross creates an intimate connection between our sin choices and the consequences they bore upon our Savior. Christian confession is the same, and it is only redemptive when it involves those same three movements.
We pause to recognize that we have made a choice against the pleasure of our God, and there is healing in our recognition. We proclaim these sins to him in our personal prayers, in our liturgy, and in our confession to those who care most deeply for us spiritually James 5: Again, there is healing in our proclamation.
And finally, we turn our gaze upon the reality of our forgiveness, the grace of Christ given us at the cross. Ultimately, there is healing only in our Savior, whose physical death on the cross cures the spiritual death from our sin. Church history tells us that Martin Luther wrestled to come to terms with what pure and right Christian confession was.
Legend has it that he once sought it through the penance of bloodied knees. John Lateran in Rome. Past popes declared that those who climb the Scala Sancta on their knees, saying a prayer of confession on each step, shall be given some relief from the pains of purgatory. The truth of Christian confession is that forgiveness and healing will never be found in our own pain or our own work. We cannot make due penance, whether physically or in some appropriate amount of guilt and shame.
Only the pain of Christ brings forgiveness, thus only his cross is worthy of the receipt of our confession. That is a healing that bacteria application or spider swallowing or snake gazing can never provide. Breaking bread is always enough Luke Dr Everett Parker I feel an immediate point of identification with this text.
I know how these two disciples feel as the text begins. When they start to follow Jesus, they have high anticipation, high energy, high enthusaism. Much like our Walk of Emmaus graduates after they attend a weekend. You make a confession of faith in Jesus Christ. Then you are baptized or confirmed. You set out to serve Jesus. When you get into the church and you hear what people say about one another behind their backs, or about the pastor, and you see people maneuvering for turf, money, power and ego.
We have students who enroll in seminary in response to something stirring in their hearts. They think it is a call, although perhaps it could be pressure from gas in their stomachs resulting from eating too much highly spiced food. At the end of a particularly boring class, some of them get papers back. After stopping in the hall to see what the professor wrote in regard to evaluating their papers, they hope no one sees their eyes as they make their way to the bathroom for a little time alone.
Not long ago, a minister with high hopes talked about a new place of service. At the installation service, there were banners and flowers and a covered dish supper to beat all covered dish suppers. Only a couple of years later, mouths start wagging and they want the pastor to go. They want someone new who will do things their way.
We want you to go so we can continue living in the past and watch our church die. On the road, the two disciples are discussing the things that had happened in Jerusalem. Jesus had been put to death.
They had hoped that Jesus would have manifested the reign of God afresh, but He was crucified. Remember, the report of the crucifixion was still unconfirmed to them. Today they are having a theological conversation. They are discussing contradictions among their tradition, their expectation, and their experience.
The sense of inconsistency is almost overpowering. Their sadness is not just an emotion of the moment. It is the deep sadness of the soul, that almost sick feeling that something is fundamentally wrong, that your understanding of the world may be mistaken. Someone is on the road with them. Perhaps this other traveler has had training as a counselor because he helps them with their sadness.
He asks leading questions to help them surface their issues. However, I cannot pass up the opportunity of pointing out that when faced with this kind of difficulty, Luke says that the person on the road with them did not just listen to them sypathetically. This traveler began with Moses and the prophets and interpreted the Bible to the disciples. It was a hermaneutical moment. It was a systematic theology moment. The traveler was teaching them.
Teaching can be a form of pastoral care. And our experience can illumine the Bible. Make no mistake about it. Luke is stressing the importance of interpretation of the Bible and our experience in Christian community. Sometimes we are too close to our own situations to understand them as we need to.
Things can stand between us and mature Christian understanding: Sometimes we need someone else to help us cut through the underbrush in our lives -- the briars and brambles, and the vines that grow so thickly that they cut out the light and the possibility of life. These three people reach the village of Emmaus about nightfall. The two disciples invite the other traveler to eat with them. At one level, this invitation is just a basic rule of hospitality in the ancient Near East.
You invite a guest to eat with you. What could be simpler? We do that even today. These travelers just do what they are supposed to do. They just do what they are supposed to do Parenthetically, I might note that some Christians would be amazed at what would happen if they would just do what we are supposed to do in the way we are supposed to do it.
But think what could happen if we did MORE than we were expected to do. An ordinary meal in an ordinary place. Jesus was on the road with them, talking with them, opening the Scriptures, but they did not recognize the depth and power of His risen presence with them until the breaking of the bread.
What we practice in the sanctuary helps us put Christianity into practice outside the sanctuary. We practice in microscale in worship so that we can live the ways of Christ in the macroscale of life. We encounter the stranger in the text and at the table, and when we leave the sanctuary, we are able to recognize Jesus present to us as a stranger in our world.Chownini (Chowder x Panini) - Colors
From this perspective, postmodern philosophers have said nothing new when they call attention to the roles that others -- strangers -- can have in helping us to clarify our visions of life, our understanding of ourselves, and our relationships and Christian community.
The story is told of a friendly neighborhood tailor at the end of World War II. His name was Mr. As you know, I am a Jew and my wife is a Christian. He hated me and did nothing to help us. He would have killed me if he had the chance. My wife says no, we send him nothing. What would you think, pastor? But even more so, I would have been ashamed of myself for being unprepared to meet the stranger God recognizable on the lips of a pleasant Jewish neighborhood tailor. Christians I know have had the experience over and over as they visit prisons and jails, work at Love INC, and in the soup kitchen, or take a turn at a homeless shelter.
This incident on the Emmaus road helps us to realize that we can meet the risen Savior when we encounter strangers on the road and do what we are supposed to do. But there are moments when the practice of breaking of the bread is its own end. There are moments in life when nothing else seems to penetrate the sadness and bring us to recogniton of the presence of Jesus with us in quite the same way.
There were two older women in the congregation. They had known each other for decades. Now the older one, in her 90s, was losing her sense of reality. They often sat together in church, holding hands in the way that older women sometimes do, at least in my neck of the woods. They went forward for the bread and cup, and the younger one gently worked their hands apart and helped the older one with the bread and cup. And on the face of the older one, a flicker.
So, if you are going to fall, do it in a good place — like in church. I have tripped, slid, toppled and collided with lampposts on several continents, often because I am reading a book as I walk, or contemplating a distant skyline. I carry with me always the scars of a wandering mind. It turns out, however, that Ms. Producer Aaron Spelling returns to primetime with yet another series about a tough, unorthodox private eye who doesn't play by the rules.
Seth Green stars as a Nobel Prize-winning psychoanalyst, disgraced by a sinister corporation, who becomes a karate-master-concert-cellist-babe-magnet detective who lives in an abandoned missile silo, drives a mint condition Stutz Bearcat and has at his disposal unlimited equipment and electronics despite the fact that, if the episodes are any guide, he has never received one single dollar from the clients he selflessly saves.
Honest look at everyday family life. When lying on broken glass is the norm in Venice, you're getting voted off. The next round of contestants go to the famous roller-blade beach in California where, in order to win, they must get noticed -- and ripped clothes, near nudity, pierced eyelids and munching roasted rats hardly stand out here. And that's all we have time for tonight. Zany, madcap sitcom about a typical modern blended family.
Mom is a scatterbrained Supreme Court justice, Dad breeds Brazilian parrots, the sultry teenaged daughter goes to school topless and the overweight kid brother frequently breaks expensive items. Seen through the eyes of their kindly next-door-neighbor former Mob hit man who's in the federal Witness Protection Program.
Public-affairs interview show set in boxing ring. Liberal and conservative guests take swings at one another while screaming their points over a madding crowd. The archangel Gabriel materializes on Earth and goes to live with a zany, madcap blended family. He teaches the children touching lessons about life and occasionally uses the power of God to intervene in their schoolyard crises, though stands by doing nothing as thousands die pointlessly in the Middle East.
Wanting to get in touch with what really matters in life, a highly successful investment banker leaves the rat race and moves her six adopted multi-ethnic children to a yurt near the Arctic Circle.
In the premiere, Jenny starts to worry that there's nothing to do.
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Big-name guest directors take turns filming remake episodes of classic television. Jane Campion remakes "My Mother the Car. Smart money says the Kia. A beautiful lesbian who suffers from retroactive amnesia falls in love with an ultra-straight obsessive-compulsive unwed single father of cloned test-tube babies whose birth mother wants them back. To make matters worse, everyone's parents interfere! With Jenna Elfman and Jimmy Smits.
Fresh from the back of a milk carton, it's Jenna Elfman's career! Several gullible people with personal problems get stuck in a remote place. A lurking, quasi-supernatural presence follows them.
This will be the plot of every episode of this innovative new show. In addition to incredibly good-looking operatives, an Agency Far, Far More Secret Than The CIA has vast, gleaming high-tech underground facilities staffed by thousands without, apparently, anyone in Washington knowing anything about its budget. In the premiere two-hour television event, Eddie Murphy guest-stars as a super-villain who has vast, gleaming high-tech underground facilities with thousands of henchmen, without any explanation of where his money comes from.
The guy who played the assistant manager of the shop that was pretending to sell no-fat frozen yogurt becomes the th "Seinfeld" veteran to get his own sitcom. In the premiere, hundreds of "Seinfeld" cast veterans arrive at the shop and complain about the yogurt.
A dashing young FBI agent goes deep-cover to infiltrate a Mob organization trying to monopolize the trash-hauling business. Taking the "West Wing" concept to the state level, this hard-hitting show depicts the politics swirling around Cyrus Pendleton, a small-town veterinarian elected governor of Kansas. In the premier, Cyrus must decide whether to be photographed in public with a Grange official who has a shady past.
Then, in a shocking cliffhanger ending, Cyrus is shot, stabbed, poisoned, electrocuted, decapitated, infected with Ebola and defenestrated -- or, is he? Ving Rhames and Janeane Garofalo play tough, nerves-of-steel agents who track down expired license plates. New this fall from ESPN: Saturday-morning golf show tracks luscious lingerie models in bikinis and sheer teddies as they shine irons and practice their swings on the driving range.
Sports columnists argue about the day's news, using computer-enhanced devices that cause them to speak at five times normal human speed. Up next on the Deuce -- people who will sell LeBron's Nikes for a living. The Deuce records a sports first with live broadcasts of the junior-varsity games of prep basketball phenoms. The Deuce airs continuous footage of people throwing their money out the window at slot machines at the Luxor casino resort in Vegas.
Color commentary by Bill Bennett. Rebroadcasts of games of some of the worst sports teams ever fielded -- the Tampa Bay Bucs, this April's Detroit Tigers, any game ever played by the Los Angeles Clippers. Screened and selected by sports experts for sheer awfulness. Though sadly, at 5-foot-6, she is not a tall Swedish blonde, TMQ's epitome. Of course Sorenstam should have played. Sport is fundamentally a form of entertainment, and was it ever entertaining to see her humiliate those timorous ersatz-macho male golfers!
Vijay Singh, first to denounce Sorenstam, has now made the name "Vijay Singh" internationally synonymous with "idiot. Male professional golfers want to be revered as athletes, despite having someone else carry their bags while dressed in bright green pantaloons. Along comes a female golfer who is a genuine athlete. Instead of saying, "Bring her on," defeating her and ending the controversy like -- what's the word I'm looking for, oh yeah -- like men, Singh and other wimps demanded exemption from competition.
In calling Singh and his ilk wimps, I am endorsing the charitable explanation; they are either wimps or sexists, take your pick. Watching a woman single-handedly beat the bright green pants off an entire ilk during the first round of the Colonial trials was about as entertaining as it gets.
Vijay didn't have the intestinal fortitude to show up for Anna's show. Second, Sorenstam deserved to play because any woman who can compete on her own terms should get a shot at any professional sport. As TMQ has previously opined"If there is ever a women who can play major-college or pro football on her own merit, then of course she must be allowed to do so.
TMQ hopes not to meet that woman. For instance, the University of Connecticut women's basketball team plays higher-quality, more artistic ball than most NBA clubs, but wouldn't stand a chance against one. Washington Wizards excepted, assuming for the sake of argument that the Wizards meet the definition of "basketball team. But as women train and practice more, there are sure to be increasing instances of some who can hold their own in coed competition.
So bring 'em on. It's entertaining, and it's what is fair. Can it be coincidence that two of Sorenstam's three product logos are worn directly over her breasts? That the logos are even the shape and size of a woman's breasts? TMQ scanned the Web unsuccessfully for photos of Vijay Singh wearing product logos on the sexual parts of his anatomy, assuming for the sake of argument that he has any. Instinct tells TMQ that at this moment, marketing agents are negotiating guaranteed breast-placement deals for Sorenstam.
Wonder if corporations must pay extra if they specify left or right? The recent waiving and, presumably, final career crash-and-burn of former high No. McNown was once linked to Kozar by gossip columnists, at a time when he should have been studying game films rather than photo spreads. Let's hope Cade did better than a two-minute drill with Heather. This item exists to provide an excuse for the ESPN.
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Verily, the Football Gods Art Merciless: Yesterday the Cincinnati Bengals waved goodbye to Akili Smith, third overall pick in the draft and an even higher, more-hyped quarterback than McNown to crash-and-burn. Smith was for yards over the last two seasons, a sizzling 3. In the NFL's cryptic formula, if every pass you attempt clangs to the ground incomplete, you still get a rating of Last season, TMQ wrote of Smith that eventually this gentlemen "will be lucky to be covering punts for the Edmonton Eskimos.
Actually, Smith has some talent. If he'd been taken in the latter rounds, where he deserved to go -- he only quarterbacked one year at Oregon, after all -- he might have been brought along slowly, appreciated by fans and, gradually, developed into a starter.
Instead, expectations were exaggerated, fans turned on him and Smith's confidence was lost; quarterbacks who lose their confidence rarely regain it. Rock bottom came late in Smith's sole season as the Bengals' signal-caller.