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I'm a teacher. I teach about God. I teach about math. I teach about English, and History, and Science. I teach stuff I don't even know. But it's okay. I have a little piece of paper that says I can be in a classroom with 30 students and play movies for them when their regular teacher is sick.

Sunday, September 25, 2005

Good Morning

As the sun rises in the East,
Good Morning.
As the waters flow back into the sea,
Good Morning.
As the men and women get back on their feet,
Good Morning.
Today is a day of rebuilding.
And as one stone lies atop another
and when the nails laid in the wood
Let us remember
the story of the two men
The one who built his house on the rock
and the other who built his house on the sand.
Because God will shake again.
Good Morning.
You get another chance.
Good Morning.

posted by Jonathan Dow | 1:38 AM

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