Picture Tubes: Chickens and Roosters

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So, my brother loved chasing the hens, picking up whichever one surrendered first and petting it like a cute little puppy. The old rooster loved the hens, too but not in the same way my six-year-old brother loved them. So one sunny afternoon as Kenny chased his favorite hen, out of nowhere came that rooster from hell, jumped on Kenny’s back and began pecking his head like a jack hammer. Kenny screamed bloody murder, my mother came running out of the house with a broom, and I stood paralyzed watching as mom nearly beat my brother to death before the rooster finally flew off his back! Whatever happened to good entertainment these days?

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Sandi Staton

So, I'm sitting here trying to figure out how to describe myself to you, and these are the words jumping up and down in my heart: I'm just a simple human being living in a complicated, messed-up world. I speak my mind. I love hard. My feelings run deep. When push comes to shove, I stand my ground. Sometimes I push back. Sometimes I walk away. I've surfed the crashing waves of life that threatened to destroy me only to make me stronger. I bear the scars of emotional rape, sadness, and depression. I've walked the golden streets of churches and religion only to be disappointed time and time again. And as a result, it's taken me seventy-five years to get where I'm sitting today; a sinner saved by grace through the blood of Jesus Christ. I fell at the cross. I repented of my sins, and Jesus saved and washed me clean. I still fall flat on my face. I still get dirty as a pig in a mudhole. And Jesus still picks me up, dries my tears, forgives me again and again, and continues walking close beside me. No one has ever loved me like that. And no one ever will.

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