Posted on 03/24/2026 4:34:16 AM PDT by left that other site


Let all that has been Concealed
Be Revealed.
Father, We Pray For The Peace Of Jerusalem,
According To Your Will and Promise.
We Pray That You Will Forgive The Sins
of Our Own Nation,
and Lead us all to Godly Repentance.
Create in Us Clean Hearts, Oh LORD,
and Renew a Right Spirit Within Us.
This we Pray Together,
As We Await Your Messiah,
Blessed Be He,
To Set Up His Kingdom,
And Make All Things Right.
”The Greatest Of these Is Love.”
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Oh man, did I hate Algebra! I didn't mind Geometry, because it involved drawing shapes, but I could not see how my life could possible be improved by finding the value of "x". I started to neglect my Algebra homework, and focus more on drawing. In a normal Jr. High School, I would have been been advised to pursue the Arts, but this was an Exam School focused upon a "Classical" Education. Since nearly all the graduates of this school continued on to College, candidates from all over Boston took the Exam to get in. It was an all-girl school, free of charge, and run by the Boston Public School System. It was located in Dorchester, and accessible by Public Transportation that snaked around the toughest sections of the Inner City on the way. I rode for hours on the "El" and several buses every day to get to school, and I hated it. My one consolation was Art Class once a week. Then I was told that if I did not pass Algebra, I would be dropped from the Art Class. I argued that, although Math was important, Civilization was nurtured by The Arts. Some people were good at Math, others were good at Art. But NO. That Algebra Homework had to be completed and turned in every day or NO ART CLASS FOR YOU!
And so, I buckled down and studied. It took me hours to do the Algebra homework, and I wasn't even sure it was correct, so, somewhere between Dudley Station and Codman Square, in a hot, stifling MBTA Bus (no A/C), I opened up my Algebra book at the top of the stack of books, to recheck my homework. Suddenly, a gust of hot wind from a passing garbage truck picked up my Algebra Homework and blew it right out the window! I saw it, skipping down the street, being smashed and torn by traffic. I was devastated. I couldn't remember anything about the paper and could not reconstruct it even if I tried.
In front of the whole class, the intimidating male Algebra teacher asked for my homework, and I told him what happened. He accused me of lying, and said;
"What, you don't have a dog? Usually the excuse is 'The Dog Ate My Homework'. At least YOUR excuse is ORIGINAL! HA HA!"
I was devastated. That night, I fell weeping into my mother's arms, saying that I couldn't go to that school anymore. She understood! Even though she was to endure criticism for allowing me to quit the free, exclusive, all-girl's high school, I was enrolled in a "normal" Jr. High the following year. I had Art five times a week, was able to assemble a portfolio, and won a scholarship to a High School Art Program at the Museum of Fine Arts.
Some excuses are like "The Dog Ate My Homework." they are presented as a cover-up of a sin. Other excuses, like my elaborate tale of the MBTA Bus, are genuine, but really don't address the underlying problem. The excuses of Moses were like that. Moses knew that he was not qualified to speak for God in his own power. He didn't understand that, if God was giving him an impossible task to do, He would also provide the means to do it. It takes four miracles to convince Moses to lead his own People out of Bondage: the staff becomes a snake, Moses's hand becomes leprous, Moses's hand is healed, and water turns to blood. All of these signs would mean a lot to the Egyptians. They were scrupulously clean, shaved their heads and bodies and bathed several times a day. The Snake was one of their gods, as was the River Nile. These were powerful signs that God gave Moses and should have convinced even the most stubborn Egyptian to "Let The People Go."
Fifty years after the bus incident, I was sitting in Real-Estate School, figuring out closing costs on a sale of property. The figure, which would include "doc-stamps", commissions, and attorney's fees, were calculated by using an equation. And then I realized how important it could be to find the value of "x".
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