My motto is: "When I start something, I finish it," says JW, who has been very persistent about getting these dreams written down and onto the blog, in spite of a busy, forgetful mother. Enjoy!
I was standing on the edge of this dumpster. Then, I jumped onto one of our visitor’s area sofas. Unfortunately, I landed head-first, so when I turned around, there was this huge blue monster with lots of spikes sticking out of its back looking at me.
I’m usually lucky about my dreams and wake up just before I’m about to get killed. Except for one time. I was balancing on top of that sort of roof that you see in circuses, except there’s large openings on almost every side. Then, I lost my footing, and I don’t know how long it took before I hit the ground, which was gravel.
I was watching TV. It was this sort of Aztec Scooby Do thing. There was the cast of Scooby Doo, and a girl and a boy who were explorers. The cast seemed very anxious to be show the explorers that they could move quickly and get things done faster and, therefore, they were better. All of the people crawled around on hands and feet with both pointing outwards. After that, I don’t remember what happened for a short period of time. Then, Malachi said that he was going to play Lego Batman. I suggested that he play the level with the golden robot that you make. Just before the level, there was a huge liquid toxic waste pit. You had to smash an ice cream truck and build a cannon, and then you had to have three people who could go through toxic waste inside the cannon and one person who wasn’t to aim it. Malachi never got into the level, and I have no idea how he played it, since me and Malachi were alone, and I was just watching him.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Occupation
MA's writing assignment this week was to write a dialogue. We decided for her to write about what she wants to be when she grows up, instead. Ah, the beauties of homeschooling. We'll write a dialogue another week.
These are things I want to be when I grow up: a stewardess or a baker or a part of Christian Women’s Job Corp.
I like serving things. That’s why I want to be a stewardess.
And, also, Mommy’s teaching me how to put together things that she’s making. That’s why I want to be a baker.
And my friend, Nathan, talked about being part of Christian Men’s Job Corp. Actually, my mom told him about it, because he talked about what he wanted to be when he grows up, and he talked about something like that. I want to be a part of Christian Women’s Job Corp, too, because it sounds interesting.
These are things I want to be when I grow up: a stewardess or a baker or a part of Christian Women’s Job Corp.
I like serving things. That’s why I want to be a stewardess.
And, also, Mommy’s teaching me how to put together things that she’s making. That’s why I want to be a baker.
And my friend, Nathan, talked about being part of Christian Men’s Job Corp. Actually, my mom told him about it, because he talked about what he wanted to be when he grows up, and he talked about something like that. I want to be a part of Christian Women’s Job Corp, too, because it sounds interesting.
The Thing...Revisited
JW's assignment this week was to combine two previous essays, the essays about "The Thing" (found here and here). "The Thing," of course, in this instance, is JA, so here are their expounded adventures.
Around 11:00 AM, I was running quickly in New York City, because I had to catch a 747. In the airport, I saw my new little brother Jeremiah crawling around. I stopped and looked at him. He started talking loudly. That was very surprising. I mostly hear him crying, coughing, sometimes hiccupping. I couldn’t believe my ears! I fainted.
Later, I woke up. I checked my watch. It was 1:00 PM. I had passed out for two whole hours! I grabbed Jeremiah. He’s small and soft, so it was easy to do. I didn’t want to leave him there, and he was very cold. We hurried to catch the plane, but it wasn’t there. I checked the airport schedules. I had to wait impatiently to catch a plane.
To pass the time, I went to get a hair cut. I asked Jeremiah if he wanted one. He said that he didn’t have very much hair, so he didn’t get one.
Half an hour later, we went to the gate and caught the plane. I let Jeremiah sit in my lap, even though he was a little smelly. Since it was a jet plane, we took off really fast, and his head got on my tongue a few times. He tastes a little bitter, but that’s okay. He's always been my little brother, ever since two months ago. And he'll always be.
Around 11:00 AM, I was running quickly in New York City, because I had to catch a 747. In the airport, I saw my new little brother Jeremiah crawling around. I stopped and looked at him. He started talking loudly. That was very surprising. I mostly hear him crying, coughing, sometimes hiccupping. I couldn’t believe my ears! I fainted.
Later, I woke up. I checked my watch. It was 1:00 PM. I had passed out for two whole hours! I grabbed Jeremiah. He’s small and soft, so it was easy to do. I didn’t want to leave him there, and he was very cold. We hurried to catch the plane, but it wasn’t there. I checked the airport schedules. I had to wait impatiently to catch a plane.
To pass the time, I went to get a hair cut. I asked Jeremiah if he wanted one. He said that he didn’t have very much hair, so he didn’t get one.
Half an hour later, we went to the gate and caught the plane. I let Jeremiah sit in my lap, even though he was a little smelly. Since it was a jet plane, we took off really fast, and his head got on my tongue a few times. He tastes a little bitter, but that’s okay. He's always been my little brother, ever since two months ago. And he'll always be.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Fear
MS's creative writing assignment this week was an essay on something that he was afraid of. He was having trouble coming up with something, being more of a worrier than full-out afraid of things. I finally remembered a statement he'd made to me about flying, and I love what resulted.
Many people are afraid of flying because they’re scared of the plane crashing, but there’s also something else to be scared of that some people don’t know about…
Being a TCK, I travel a lot, so I am very often on airplanes. Now the truth is, when they show those safety clips at the start of the flight, what I’m always thinking is that, if that kind of thing ever happens, I know that I’ll be fine because of their precautions, like the lifejackets in case of landing on water, or the slides/rafts for exiting the plane.
What usually freaks me out, though, is when they say not to take any suitcases with you during an emergency. It’s scary to think you could lose lots of expensive things that are inside your luggage. For example, we usually travel with our Wii (videogame console) and that costs about $250. I would be very upset if something like this happened, because I love videogames.
That’s what I’m scared of on airplanes.
Many people are afraid of flying because they’re scared of the plane crashing, but there’s also something else to be scared of that some people don’t know about…
Being a TCK, I travel a lot, so I am very often on airplanes. Now the truth is, when they show those safety clips at the start of the flight, what I’m always thinking is that, if that kind of thing ever happens, I know that I’ll be fine because of their precautions, like the lifejackets in case of landing on water, or the slides/rafts for exiting the plane.
What usually freaks me out, though, is when they say not to take any suitcases with you during an emergency. It’s scary to think you could lose lots of expensive things that are inside your luggage. For example, we usually travel with our Wii (videogame console) and that costs about $250. I would be very upset if something like this happened, because I love videogames.
That’s what I’m scared of on airplanes.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Simile Showdown
JW was given several words to use in similes as his language arts assignment today. A tad creative, isn't he? No one could accuse him of being an inside-the-box thinker. I'm not sure he's even aware of the box.
1. Fast
- fast as a pre-historic dragonfly
- fast as a chetah
2. Beautiful
- beautiful as a pregnant hippopotamus
- beautiful as an overgrown gorilla
3. Skinny
- skinny as a piece of hair
- skinny as a bristle on a toothbrush
4. Intelligent
- intelligent as a rock
5. Unfriendly
- unfriendly as a charging rhino
1. Fast
- fast as a pre-historic dragonfly
- fast as a chetah
2. Beautiful
- beautiful as a pregnant hippopotamus
- beautiful as an overgrown gorilla
3. Skinny
- skinny as a piece of hair
- skinny as a bristle on a toothbrush
4. Intelligent
- intelligent as a rock
5. Unfriendly
- unfriendly as a charging rhino
Sunday, October 11, 2009
I Couldn't Believe My Ears!
JW's assignment this week was to use the subject he'd written about last week (The Thing, aka his little brother, JA) and write a story incorporating the phrase "I Couldn't Believe My Eyes!" He was then to go back during the editing process and add some adverbs to several of the verbs to make the story more interesting. I allowed him to change the phrase to "I Couldn't Believe My Ears," and this is what we got.
Around 11:00 AM, I was walking quickly in New York City, because I had to catch a 747. In the airport, I saw Jeremiah crawling around. I stopped and looked surprisedly* at him. He started talking loudly. I couldn’t believe my ears! I fainted. Later, I woke up. I checked my watch. It was 1:00 PM. I had passed out for two whole hours! I grabbed Jeremiah and hurried to catch the plane, but it wasn’t there. I checked the airport schedules. I had to wait impatiently to catch a plane. Half an hour later, I went to the gate and caught the plane.
*It was explained to me by a certain grammar expert in the house exactly why "surprisedly" could not be a real word. I decided to let it go. Just this once.
Around 11:00 AM, I was walking quickly in New York City, because I had to catch a 747. In the airport, I saw Jeremiah crawling around. I stopped and looked surprisedly* at him. He started talking loudly. I couldn’t believe my ears! I fainted. Later, I woke up. I checked my watch. It was 1:00 PM. I had passed out for two whole hours! I grabbed Jeremiah and hurried to catch the plane, but it wasn’t there. I checked the airport schedules. I had to wait impatiently to catch a plane. Half an hour later, I went to the gate and caught the plane.
*It was explained to me by a certain grammar expert in the house exactly why "surprisedly" could not be a real word. I decided to let it go. Just this once.
Courage
MS's assignment was as essay on courage, including the dictionary definition.
The definition of courage is “to do something without fear.” Several synonyms are: boldness, bravery, and bravado. What I think courage means is to do whatever you set out to do, despite the dangers, to face any obstacle, even death.
Lots of famous people have done this, and being courageous can mean anything from being a war hero, to fighting for civil or women’s rights. Two famous examples are George Washington, who was a famous war hero, and Martin Luther King, who fought for civil rights.
All in all, courage is something that should be practiced by everyone, no matter how young or old they are.
Similes
MA's writing assignment was to write three similes based on last week's writing assignment about dirt.
- It's as brown as chocolate.
- It's as grainy as sand paper.
- It smells as smoky as sausage.
- It's as brown as chocolate.
- It's as grainy as sand paper.
- It smells as smoky as sausage.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
My Observation: Jeremiah
My language arts assignment was to describe something, so I chose my little brother Jeremiah. Here’s what I found out: If you smile, he smiles back. He isvery happy most of the time. The little guy doesn’t like being interrupted during his meals. He likes his dad when he’s happy and his mom when he’s not. Jeremiah looks cute and happy. ‘JAK’ smells like formula. He sounds either very happy or very sad, and he feels soft and warm. And so, this concludes my observation of Jeremiah.
The Thing
JW's writing assignment this week was to describe an object (sensing a trend here? it really was fun for them to discuss their "five senses" projects together). JW chose to describe JA (another theme). (The title of the post was the title of the assignment. I thought it was funny, given what he chose to describe.)
Jeremiah is my new little brother. He has a little hair. He's pretty small. I mostly hear him crying, coughing, sometimes hiccuping. Jeremiah's a little smelly, but that's okay. He's pretty soft. He's a little cold, but that's okay, also. He tastes bitter, and he's a little hairy (Mommy let me lick him). I like Jeremiah (even though he's a little bitter). He's always been my little brother, ever since two months ago. And he'll always be.
Jeremiah is my new little brother. He has a little hair. He's pretty small. I mostly hear him crying, coughing, sometimes hiccuping. Jeremiah's a little smelly, but that's okay. He's pretty soft. He's a little cold, but that's okay, also. He tastes bitter, and he's a little hairy (Mommy let me lick him). I like Jeremiah (even though he's a little bitter). He's always been my little brother, ever since two months ago. And he'll always be.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
A Piece of Dirt
MA was given the assignment of using her five senses to describe a piece of dirt.
I'm describing a piece of dirt right now. And I'm describing it with my five senses. It feels grainy, looks rocky. It smells smoky. It sounds windy. It takes yucky (don't worry; I didn't really taste it; I just imagined what it tasted like). I'm off now to describe a piece of sand.
She actually told me, "In parentheses, put..." :-P
(No, the picture doesn't have anything to do with the post other than being of the author, but I thought she deserved a picture with her writing, too, and we forgot to take one of her dirt...although I could still get one of what's left on the stairs from where she spilled it.)
I'm describing a piece of dirt right now. And I'm describing it with my five senses. It feels grainy, looks rocky. It smells smoky. It sounds windy. It takes yucky (don't worry; I didn't really taste it; I just imagined what it tasted like). I'm off now to describe a piece of sand.
She actually told me, "In parentheses, put..." :-P
(No, the picture doesn't have anything to do with the post other than being of the author, but I thought she deserved a picture with her writing, too, and we forgot to take one of her dirt...although I could still get one of what's left on the stairs from where she spilled it.)
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
A (Cold, Soggy) Morning
JW was given the following quote (from A Lion to Guard Us) and asked to add some descriptive adjectives to make it more interesting:
On a morning in 1609, a man made his way over a bridge. He wore a jacket and a cap. His clothes were splashed with mud, and mud sucked at his shoes. He could hardly see for the rain in his face.
This was what JW came up with:
On a cold, soggy morning in 1609, an old man made his way over a rotting wood bridge. He wore a torn jacket and a dusty cap. His old clothes were splashed with cold mud, and wet mud sucked at his worn shoes. He could hardly see for the muddy rain in his old face.
An adjective for every noun! That's JW's motto today :-)
On a morning in 1609, a man made his way over a bridge. He wore a jacket and a cap. His clothes were splashed with mud, and mud sucked at his shoes. He could hardly see for the rain in his face.
This was what JW came up with:
On a cold, soggy morning in 1609, an old man made his way over a rotting wood bridge. He wore a torn jacket and a dusty cap. His old clothes were splashed with cold mud, and wet mud sucked at his worn shoes. He could hardly see for the muddy rain in his old face.
An adjective for every noun! That's JW's motto today :-)
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Outline: The History of Chocolate
The outline that started it all.
A. It all started with a bean …
1.The beginning
a. First, Aztecs saw monkeys eating the pulps and spitting out the seeds of cocoa beans.
b. Soon the Aztecs were eating and spitting too.
2. A whiff of chocolate
a. The second step to the chocolate bar began with a few Aztec farmers…
b. A couple of Aztec farmers stopped to take a whiff of chocolate rotting under…
3. Banana leaves
a. After this first whiff, the Aztecs did the same thing
b. Pretty soon, the Aztecs came up with a scummy drink called…
B. Cocoa
1. I claim this land in the name of…
a. The Spanish then came, saw, and conquered
b. The Spanish then went back to their land with loads of cocoa beans.
2. Muy delicioso!
a. The explorers introduced the drink to their king.
b. The king liked it, though he thought it needed more flavoring.
3. The era of Cocoa
a. After the flavoring was added, it became a very popular drink in Spain.
b. For many years the Spaniards kept it their secret.
C. Finally, the bar!
1. The British find out!
a. Eventually, the Spanish hold it anymore.
b. The British got hold of the secret!
2.Mmmmmmmm!
a. The British loved the new drink, but decided not to keep it a secret.
b. Soon the whole world knew.
3. It’s crunchy!
a. Years after Cocoa, the bar had still not been made.
b. Henri Nestlé finally made the world’s favorite treat.
A. It all started with a bean …
1.The beginning
a. First, Aztecs saw monkeys eating the pulps and spitting out the seeds of cocoa beans.
b. Soon the Aztecs were eating and spitting too.
2. A whiff of chocolate
a. The second step to the chocolate bar began with a few Aztec farmers…
b. A couple of Aztec farmers stopped to take a whiff of chocolate rotting under…
3. Banana leaves
a. After this first whiff, the Aztecs did the same thing
b. Pretty soon, the Aztecs came up with a scummy drink called…
B. Cocoa
1. I claim this land in the name of…
a. The Spanish then came, saw, and conquered
b. The Spanish then went back to their land with loads of cocoa beans.
2. Muy delicioso!
a. The explorers introduced the drink to their king.
b. The king liked it, though he thought it needed more flavoring.
3. The era of Cocoa
a. After the flavoring was added, it became a very popular drink in Spain.
b. For many years the Spaniards kept it their secret.
C. Finally, the bar!
1. The British find out!
a. Eventually, the Spanish hold it anymore.
b. The British got hold of the secret!
2.Mmmmmmmm!
a. The British loved the new drink, but decided not to keep it a secret.
b. Soon the whole world knew.
3. It’s crunchy!
a. Years after Cocoa, the bar had still not been made.
b. Henri Nestlé finally made the world’s favorite treat.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Bill's History of Chocolate
ML's research project last year (yes, last year; bear with me) was "The History of Chocolate." I don't think it fell within the parameters of the suggested topics from his Language Arts curriculum, but it sounded more interesting (both to him and to me), and he could still apply the principles of research he was learning, so we went with it.
Rather, we went partway with it. We never actually got to the point of writing the paper.
I figured we'd do better this year. Hopefully. (He's just begun the research, and I have high hopes for the project, especially given the monumental scope of the topic: the State of Texas.)
However, he came upon an assignment the other day in this year's Language Arts, which was to outline a paper on a topic and then write from it (once again, I think this was outside the parameters of the options he was given, but I'm just not a stickler for such boundaries, as you may be deducing). He had the idea to use the information from his History of Chocolate research and below you see the result. (I'll post the original outline separately.)
Hi, my name is Bill the Monkey. I’m here to tell you the History of Chocolate from my perspective. It all started when I was climbing a tree to find some cocoa pods.
No sooner than I had broken one open and was sucking the pulp out when I realized some Aztecs were staring at me. Didn’t they know it’s rude to stare? The Aztecs then got a couple of cocoa pods down and started sucking on them too! It was like a game of Monkey See, Monkey Do!
This went on for a couple of days until they found some cocoa pods rotting under banana leaves. I must say, they smelled good, and the Aztecs thought so too. Later, I found them laying banana leaves over rotting cocoa beans, and making a drink out of it.
And then some guys with tin hats and metal poles came and started raiding our cocoa stash. I figured that they wore the hats to avoid being hit. What wimps! They also put me on a giant tree surrounded by water. Then the tree started moving, and I stayed there out of curiosity. I am now currently in a place filled with more tin hat people with too many clothes on.
A small girl came and put a loincloth around my neck. This had never happened to me before, but I didn’t like it. I ripped the loincloth and jumped onto a big hut. While on top of it, I realized that Tin Hat Land had tons of them. The hut I was standing on was the biggest hut I could see, and when I looked in, I saw people drinking that same stuff the Aztecs were making out of cocoa beans.
I stayed here for a couple of years and the people gave me metal circles for wearing clothes and drinking “cocoa”.
This was a good life, and one afternoon, I had been enjoying another cup of cocoa when I found out they had turned this cocoa into sweet solid stuff. It was delicious, and very creamy.
Well, there you have it, the History of Chocolate from my perspective. Bye, Bye, for now! I’m off to find a Mars bar!
Rather, we went partway with it. We never actually got to the point of writing the paper.
I figured we'd do better this year. Hopefully. (He's just begun the research, and I have high hopes for the project, especially given the monumental scope of the topic: the State of Texas.)
However, he came upon an assignment the other day in this year's Language Arts, which was to outline a paper on a topic and then write from it (once again, I think this was outside the parameters of the options he was given, but I'm just not a stickler for such boundaries, as you may be deducing). He had the idea to use the information from his History of Chocolate research and below you see the result. (I'll post the original outline separately.)
Hi, my name is Bill the Monkey. I’m here to tell you the History of Chocolate from my perspective. It all started when I was climbing a tree to find some cocoa pods.
No sooner than I had broken one open and was sucking the pulp out when I realized some Aztecs were staring at me. Didn’t they know it’s rude to stare? The Aztecs then got a couple of cocoa pods down and started sucking on them too! It was like a game of Monkey See, Monkey Do!
This went on for a couple of days until they found some cocoa pods rotting under banana leaves. I must say, they smelled good, and the Aztecs thought so too. Later, I found them laying banana leaves over rotting cocoa beans, and making a drink out of it.
And then some guys with tin hats and metal poles came and started raiding our cocoa stash. I figured that they wore the hats to avoid being hit. What wimps! They also put me on a giant tree surrounded by water. Then the tree started moving, and I stayed there out of curiosity. I am now currently in a place filled with more tin hat people with too many clothes on.
A small girl came and put a loincloth around my neck. This had never happened to me before, but I didn’t like it. I ripped the loincloth and jumped onto a big hut. While on top of it, I realized that Tin Hat Land had tons of them. The hut I was standing on was the biggest hut I could see, and when I looked in, I saw people drinking that same stuff the Aztecs were making out of cocoa beans.
I stayed here for a couple of years and the people gave me metal circles for wearing clothes and drinking “cocoa”.
This was a good life, and one afternoon, I had been enjoying another cup of cocoa when I found out they had turned this cocoa into sweet solid stuff. It was delicious, and very creamy.
Well, there you have it, the History of Chocolate from my perspective. Bye, Bye, for now! I’m off to find a Mars bar!
Thursday, January 15, 2009
MS's Journal Entry 15 Dec 08
Please excuse the tardiness of this and the past couple of posts. Mommy's morning sickness is completely to blame.
Yesterday, at about 8:30, we started a meeting with all of our ex-pat friends, since we don’t live near a church; we meet at the McBride/Green building to gather together. The older kids and adults split up into accountability groups, and the younger kids stay downstairs.
After that, we have communion (Advent in December), and then we just have worship time, and we read the Bible. And then, we spent a lot of time preparing for the McBride kids to come over.
When they did come over, we spent a lively three hours playing Wii, dress up, and computer. Then, we watched episodes, and the McBrides went home. I played Wii until Taekwando afterwards. And then I came home and ate breakfast burritos for dinner.
Yesterday, at about 8:30, we started a meeting with all of our ex-pat friends, since we don’t live near a church; we meet at the McBride/Green building to gather together. The older kids and adults split up into accountability groups, and the younger kids stay downstairs.
After that, we have communion (Advent in December), and then we just have worship time, and we read the Bible. And then, we spent a lot of time preparing for the McBride kids to come over.
When they did come over, we spent a lively three hours playing Wii, dress up, and computer. Then, we watched episodes, and the McBrides went home. I played Wii until Taekwando afterwards. And then I came home and ate breakfast burritos for dinner.
JW's Journal Entry 19 Dec 08
This journal entry was a big step forward for JW. He has been resistant to such open-ended writing assignments in the past but handled this one well.
I just typed as dictated, so you get to see the free-flowing style of his thoughts/writing. It covers a several days.
We went over to the McB's for a few hours. Finished two school books. Got a few presents (they were all books). We started the Advent calendar. Each day, one of us puts up a figure from the story of Jesus’ birth. Watched and finished The Very First Noel. Put out all the Christmas books and Christmas videos (found a lot of non-Christmas books on the Christmas shelf). I turned seven. Last night, I planned to leave my water bottle in the refrigerator for a few days until it turned to ice (I love ice). I got to sit in front of the heater with the pillow for a few minutes. When I didn’t work diligently, I had to sit on the floor. Put up the Christmas decorations. Put up the angel at the top, and all the other ornaments. Put the gold ribbon around the Christmas tree. Put up the kids’ Christmas tree after a few days, but before that, we put on the lights of the big Christmas tree and lit them. We put some lights on the kids’ Christmas tree (they change colors every few seconds). After that, we put on all the ornaments. Oh, and every year, we take turns putting up homemade stars. Looked through our albums. And, in a few weeks, we’ll go to America.
I just typed as dictated, so you get to see the free-flowing style of his thoughts/writing. It covers a several days.
We went over to the McB's for a few hours. Finished two school books. Got a few presents (they were all books). We started the Advent calendar. Each day, one of us puts up a figure from the story of Jesus’ birth. Watched and finished The Very First Noel. Put out all the Christmas books and Christmas videos (found a lot of non-Christmas books on the Christmas shelf). I turned seven. Last night, I planned to leave my water bottle in the refrigerator for a few days until it turned to ice (I love ice). I got to sit in front of the heater with the pillow for a few minutes. When I didn’t work diligently, I had to sit on the floor. Put up the Christmas decorations. Put up the angel at the top, and all the other ornaments. Put the gold ribbon around the Christmas tree. Put up the kids’ Christmas tree after a few days, but before that, we put on the lights of the big Christmas tree and lit them. We put some lights on the kids’ Christmas tree (they change colors every few seconds). After that, we put on all the ornaments. Oh, and every year, we take turns putting up homemade stars. Looked through our albums. And, in a few weeks, we’ll go to America.
The Life of Paul
What happens when JW's Language Arts assignment is to re-tell a Bible story? Almost a month later, you have an epic biography of the life of Paul...from the perspective of a seven-year-old...with a large vocabulary...and a complex grammar structure.
Note the last paragraph. It was a hard-won battle by Mommy to end the writing assignment.
Paul grew up on the island of Tarsus. He always wanted to serve God, and his first step to making his dream come true was when he was taken at the age of 12 to be taught by priests. He was better any other kid who was taught by the priests (actually, in Bible times, people who are age 12 are considered adults). He and the priests discussed all the scriptures that told about the coming Christ. Paul wished Christ would come, and he would worship Him now.
Later in his life, Paul watched the stoning of Stephen, which caused him to persecute Christians, because he didn’t believe that Jesus was the coming Savior. After that, when the Christians were chased from Jerusalem, they spread the news of Jesus everywhere they went. Paul was angry, because they were already as far north as Damascus, so he decided to go there to persecute them.
On the road to Damascus, Paul was caught by the Holy Spirit. He was led into the city, because the Holy Spirit made him blind for three days. In a couple of days, Paul had a vision about a man named Ananias coming to restore his sight. Ananias had a vision in which the Holy Spirit said to go to a man named Paul who was staying in a house on the road called Straight. So, Ananias went down Straight to the house which Paul lived in. He told Paul about his vision and prayed that God would return Paul’s sight. He praised the Lord after his sight had returned, and, since he ate nothing in the days he was blind, Paul ate something to restore his strength.
Paul went to join the believers in Jesus, but they were afraid of him. They didn’t know that he had turned. Only Barnabas believed, and Barnabas took him to Peter and said to Peter that Paul wanted to follow God by following Jesus. For days and nights, they discussed Christ, and after that, Paul started preaching about Jesus in the town. This made the Jewish leaders who had given him the permission to persecute Christians angry, so they wanted to kill him. They knew only death would stop a man like Paul speaking, so they planned to persecute him. Paul was warned that he was going to be persecuted, so he left that area and went elsewhere.
For the rest of his life, Paul faced hunger, cold, bandits, whippings, beatings, stoning, shipwrecks, and imprisonment because no matter where he went, he wanted to preach the Gospel.
Note the last paragraph. It was a hard-won battle by Mommy to end the writing assignment.
Paul grew up on the island of Tarsus. He always wanted to serve God, and his first step to making his dream come true was when he was taken at the age of 12 to be taught by priests. He was better any other kid who was taught by the priests (actually, in Bible times, people who are age 12 are considered adults). He and the priests discussed all the scriptures that told about the coming Christ. Paul wished Christ would come, and he would worship Him now.
Later in his life, Paul watched the stoning of Stephen, which caused him to persecute Christians, because he didn’t believe that Jesus was the coming Savior. After that, when the Christians were chased from Jerusalem, they spread the news of Jesus everywhere they went. Paul was angry, because they were already as far north as Damascus, so he decided to go there to persecute them.
On the road to Damascus, Paul was caught by the Holy Spirit. He was led into the city, because the Holy Spirit made him blind for three days. In a couple of days, Paul had a vision about a man named Ananias coming to restore his sight. Ananias had a vision in which the Holy Spirit said to go to a man named Paul who was staying in a house on the road called Straight. So, Ananias went down Straight to the house which Paul lived in. He told Paul about his vision and prayed that God would return Paul’s sight. He praised the Lord after his sight had returned, and, since he ate nothing in the days he was blind, Paul ate something to restore his strength.
Paul went to join the believers in Jesus, but they were afraid of him. They didn’t know that he had turned. Only Barnabas believed, and Barnabas took him to Peter and said to Peter that Paul wanted to follow God by following Jesus. For days and nights, they discussed Christ, and after that, Paul started preaching about Jesus in the town. This made the Jewish leaders who had given him the permission to persecute Christians angry, so they wanted to kill him. They knew only death would stop a man like Paul speaking, so they planned to persecute him. Paul was warned that he was going to be persecuted, so he left that area and went elsewhere.
For the rest of his life, Paul faced hunger, cold, bandits, whippings, beatings, stoning, shipwrecks, and imprisonment because no matter where he went, he wanted to preach the Gospel.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
The Old '57 Chevy
Well, I’ve had lots of adventures with that old ’57 Chevy sitting abandoned in the field behind the barn, but perhaps I could tell you about those later. For now, let me tell you about how I got the Chevy. I actually started with the Chevy, but I didn’t want it. So I started a huge chain of swapping that all ended with me getting a newer car and my Chevy back. The car is a really old model that they don’t make anymore, so if I sold it right now, I would get a lot of money, but I really like the white color, the old radio, and the bumper sticker from the ‘50’s. The car has lots of rust on it, but it’s a great attraction for people who like old things.
My Favorite Place
MS has had several more different types of paragraph assignments in his Grammar Ace workbook. Today was the first day we'd had to get them edited and posted, hence the proliferation of new posts.
My favorite place is the Dead Sea Spa, were our family often goes on vacation. It’s a lovely place, not anything like a forest, (because most people’s favorite places are forests) but very peaceful in the nearby hotel, and nice and refreshing in the cool waters of the pools. The Dead Sea Spa is an area with several different pools, that all have amusements. With a nearby snack shop, and the fancy hotel, the Dead Sea Spa is the best place to go on vacation in Jordan.
My favorite place is the Dead Sea Spa, were our family often goes on vacation. It’s a lovely place, not anything like a forest, (because most people’s favorite places are forests) but very peaceful in the nearby hotel, and nice and refreshing in the cool waters of the pools. The Dead Sea Spa is an area with several different pools, that all have amusements. With a nearby snack shop, and the fancy hotel, the Dead Sea Spa is the best place to go on vacation in Jordan.
Lego Star Wars
Last night, from eight to eight thirty, I helped the Republic in a huge battle against the Empire. I fought and defeated Count Dooku, then I played in a huge arena where you had to get 1000,000 Lego studs to win. I won, and got a gold brick as a reward. After that, the republic had a huge victory party!
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