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Name: David
Country: Canada
Metro: London
Birthday: 11/29/1973
Gender: Male
Interests: traveling, danger, adventure, theology, cooking, hockey, soccer, storytelling, camping
Expertise: being cheesy, really bad poetry, drinking whiskey and contemplating the complexities, hilarities, ironies and paradoxes of life...
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
Message: message me
Member Since:
8/29/2005
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| So I've crossed the river Jordan...er...Detroit...and entered the promised land once more. Ahh, Canada, a land flowing with hockey and beer and great health care. It's good to be home--my stomach is waiting in eager anticipation the sweet delectable turkey feast of this evening. I'm sure my niece and nephew are squirming with excitement right now because they get to see Uncle David later...I played hockey last night at the new arena here in town. The new one makes the ratio of hockey rinks to hospitals in my home town 3:1...
In celebration of Canadian Thanksgiving, I offer you a short quiz...to test your knowledge of the Great White North's turkey gobbling holiday...
1. Which Canadian province was the first Canadian Thanksgiving celebrated in?
a. Ontario b. Newfoundland c. Quebec d. what the heck is a province?!?
2. Which explorer is credited with celebrating the first Thanksgiving in Canada?
a. Columbus b. Abel Tasman c. Martin Frobisher d. Mats Sundin
3. What did the government officially give thanks for to Almighty God when instituting Thanksgiving as a national holiday in 1957?
a. hockey b. having better beer than America c. snow d. a bountiful harvest
(see below for the answers...)
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| "loke"-verb. a. in a romantic relationship, an intermediary state, between love and like
b. an affection of the heart, stirring the emotions so as to be greater
than like, yet
not soul-quaking enough to quite be love...though the potential is
most
definitely there.
example: "Oh, how I loke you, let me count the ways..."
noun c. a small woodland creature of northern Canada, who, though typically cute and
furry, is ferocious and deadly when cornered.
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| Such is the nature
of man, that nothing can come at the heart, but through the door of
the understanding: and there can be no spiritual knowledge of that
of which there is not first a rational knowledge. It is impossible
that any one should see the truth or excellency of any doctrine of
the gospel, who knows not what that doctrine is. A man cannot see
the wonderful excellency and love of Christ in doing such and such
things for sinners, unless his understanding be first informed how
those things were done. He cannot have a taste of the sweetness
and divine excellency of such and such things contained in divinity,
unless he first have a notion that there are such and such things.
(Jonathan Edwards, from "...A Thorough Knowledge of Divine Truth)
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| The interpretation of dreams is a royal road of knowledge to the
unconscious activities of the mind... tell me about your childhood...
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