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Hedgehogs Are Rather Stupid Creatures A hedgehog is a rather stupid creature Refraining from cuddling and nuzzling their friends Like cats and dogs For fear their quills will hurt their loved ones A hedgehog is a rather stupid creature They will not huddle for warmth Because as every hedgehog knows Quills are sharp A hedgehog is a rather stupid creature To think their quills are off-putting And to spend their lives alone (After all, when was the last time you saw a herd of hedgehogs?) A hedgehog is a rather stupid creature For not having realized that he has no quills on his stomach And only a small shift to the side Would

The Root of All Evil The Problem of Evil in the Christian Faith. I see trees of green........ red roses too I see them bloom..... for me and for you And I think to myself.... what a wonderful world. Louis Armstrong-“What a Wonderful World” Since the beginning of the Christian faith, religious scholars have spent much of their time and effort studying the cause and nature of evil. The study of evil and injustice is crucial to the Christian faith; you cannot consider the infinite good that is God without talking about the opposite of the ultimate good in the form of ultimate evil. But religious philosophers are faced with a log

An Honest Twilight Critique by An Aspiring Writer If I had only two words to summarize the Twilight series, it would be these; failed potential. My first encounter with the Twilight series came in the form of two female friends discussing the latest book (at that time, it was New Moon) in the middle of an Environmental Science project. At first, I thought they were engaged in a raucous debate about the merits and shortcomings of the latest in the Legend of Zelda series; Twilight Princess. But, while cutting up a an squirrel to study their eating habits, they were giggling back and forth about “Edward” and “Jacob”, terms

God is a Bum I saw God today Sitting on the corner of 5th and Market He asked me if I could Spare some change Because it was winter And he was saving up for a coat He was in bad need of one Since the patch-work cloth around his shoulders Was tattered and threadbare I had ninety-five cents in my pocket And I put Two quarters Two dimes Three nickels   And five pennies Into God’s coffee cup A man in a suit passed And asked me Why I was giving God money I said that God was saving for a coat Because the one he had was full of holes And smelled like old coffee The man laughed (at me?) And said that God was only goi