This is stranger than fiction. My husband and I have been downsizing in anticipation of a move - and record albums, being heavy, must go.
I've just this past week gone through my collection of record albums, some of which I've digitalized using a turntable device for that purpose. I then took probably 150 albums to the used record shop. (got $60 - better than taking them to the landfill)
Since then, I've heard several of the songs and/or record albums played or mentioned on the local University station or they've popped up on websites here and there. And many are, if not obscure, mostly forgotten.
Swingin' Safari was one of the tunes I liked - I had it on an album entitled "Music to Barbecue By" which was a collection of the popular instrumentals of the day.
And now this on BTRS. Totally eerie. What DOES it all MEAN?
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is discord, harmony; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy. Grant that I may seek not so much to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen.
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Churches say that the expression of love in a heterosexual monogamous relationship includes the physical, the touching, embracing, kissing, the genital act - the totality of our love makes each of us grow to become increasingly godlike and compassionate. If this is so for the heterosexual, what earthly reason have we to say that it is not the case with the homosexual?
It is a perversion if you say to me that a person chooses to be homosexual. You must be crazy to choose a way of life that exposes you to a kind of hatred. It's like saying you choose to be black in a race-infected society.
If God, as they say, is homophobic, I wouldn't worship that God.
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This is stranger than fiction. My husband and I have been downsizing in anticipation of a move - and record albums, being heavy, must go.
I've just this past week gone through my collection of record albums, some of which I've digitalized using a turntable device for that purpose. I then took probably 150 albums to the used record shop. (got $60 - better than taking them to the landfill)
Since then, I've heard several of the songs and/or record albums played or mentioned on the local University station or they've popped up on websites here and there. And many are, if not obscure, mostly forgotten.
Swingin' Safari was one of the tunes I liked - I had it on an album entitled "Music to Barbecue By" which was a collection of the popular instrumentals of the day.
And now this on BTRS. Totally eerie. What DOES it all MEAN?
How strange. Maybe the moon is in the seventh house . . . .
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