Opening Lines
What’s the first line of the last song you listened to (on the radio, on your music player, or anywhere else)? Use it as the first sentence of your post.
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The song by Barbara Streisand conjures a MEMORY in many music lovers’ minds.
What makes a piece of music great? Greatness begins with bold lines the listener relates to, similes, metaphors, a beautiful, singable melody and more—all these bring personal attachments that remain.
The dystopian book for children, THE GIVER, is based on memories imparted from the old man to Jonas. Some memories were pleasant, while others were bitter—even painful. Jonas’ memories helped him to choose right from wrong, all the while giving him a determination to move ahead with hope of a better place.
What are your memories? Do you choose to remember the good, or have unpleasant experiences scarred your view of life in general? So often our memories cloud our thinking and our worldview. They can make us sick in body and mind.
Even after bitter memories, hope is a comfortable chair. We are saved by hope (Rom. 8:24-27).
For we are saved by hope: but hope that is seen is not hope: for what a man seeth, why doth he yet hope for? 25 But if we hope for that we see not, then do we with patience wait for it. 26 Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered. 27 And he that searcheth the hearts knoweth what is the mind of the Spirit, because he maketh intercession for the saints according to the will of God.
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WOMEN'S STUDIES 
“Trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let 50 cents. No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain’t got no cigarettes…”
Well, that’s the last song I heard on the radio. Those words certainly bring back memories of a simpler time when the expectations of most people were not as great as now. In the days to which the song refers, many men were out of work, living as hobos and “riding the rails” from city to city. Times were hard. The songwriter has the hope of sweeping for a couple of hours for some business owner and making enough money to pay for a “four bit room.” That’s something that cannot be done today because of the horrendous amounts of paperwork which has to be done to hire a person and arrange for all the government withholdings from their paycheck. Days gone by were so much simpler. I remember my mother stopping at the service station and buying 50 cents worth of gas, which was pumped for her. Everything was simpler then. There was not a lot of gadgets and gizmos, and we didn’t feel like we were missing anything. We weren’t always wanting and hoping for something more. We can get to heaven without all those material things, but we cannot get there without putting our hope and trust in Jesus Christ.
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You are so right! And that simpler live is probably never to be again. We are a generation not quite forgotten, but certainly one many want to destroy. Life was simpler for us. We studied the basics (reading, writing and ‘rithmetic) and not all the ridiculous things that don’t get students anywhere. Try http://helpmeettohim.org to see if that entry sheds some light on those simpler times.
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