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59% of Africa practices Islam. Five times throughout the day, the giraffe’s heads point toward Mecca. The hippos have the hardest times turning. Sometimes they don’t make it, and that is when the gazelles laugh in high leaps. 70% of them laugh. A third of the world say they believe in Christ. Half of them capitalize his name in text messages. A quarter like to write it as JC. The rest are too scared to ever write it down. Or say it out loud. Sometimes They are the ones that pray. 95% Say thank you. 76% I’m sorry. 67% Good job. 61% I need help. 47% Wait in silence. 346% of us are looking for someone. I think those the 47 percent waiting know where he is. Probably a cave. We know this because of the man with the clipboard that waits outside the church. “What were you praying about?” Thoughts: *I was asking god to help me **** the neighbor lady.* Words: I was asking forgiveness. The man with the clipboard knows all writes down that they were praying in a time of need. When 32% are reincarnated. 70% of us will crawl. Half of our bodies will bruise, and exactly one part of us will remember. Then in the silence that the 47 percent left. 47 quiet answers will arrive to the other 53. They will shouting their praise. Every one percent of ourselves will never hear God kneel and pray.
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Oct 5, 2010
Oct 5, 2010 at 1:11 AM UTC
God Only Reads Half of His Letters
59% of Africa practices Islam. Five times throughout the day, the giraffe’s heads point toward Mecca. The hippos have the hardest times turning. Sometimes they don’t make it, and that is when the gazelles laugh in high leaps. 70% of them laugh. A third of the world say they believe in Christ. Half of them capitalize his name in text messages. A quarter like to write it as JC. The rest are too scared to ever write it down. Or say it out loud. Sometimes They are the ones that pray. 95% Say thank you. 76% I’m sorry. 67% Good job. 61% I need help. 47% Wait in silence. 346% of us are looking for someone. I think those the 47 percent waiting know where he is. Probably a cave. We know this because of the man with the clipboard that waits outside the church. “What were you praying about?” Thoughts: *I was asking god to help me **** the neighbor lady.* Words: I was asking forgiveness. The man with the clipboard knows all writes down that they were praying in a time of need. When 32% are reincarnated. 70% of us will crawl. Half of our bodies will bruise, and exactly one part of us will remember. Then in the silence that the 47 percent left. 47 quiet answers will arrive to the other 53. They will shouting their praise. Every one percent of ourselves will never hear God kneel and pray.
Written 2008 during the English program at Augustana College
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Oct 5, 2010
Oct 5, 2010 at 1:11 AM UTC
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