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Kumalo character

Kumalocan be described as both round and dynamic. He’s a very realistic character andshows complex characteristics and shows a variety of emotion. He shows emotionranging from fear to anger from anger to disappointment. Kumalocanbe described as a man that is struggling to keep his faith, as man that son’scrime haunts him and makes him feel as he failed as a father. He’s a man thatis helpful and wants to bring his family back together against all odds. He’s aman that has other people best interest in his heart. Kumalohas positive attributes such as he’s forgiving, has others people best interestin mind, he genuinely wants to help others and he’s trusting which can be anegative attribute as well. Kumalo just like everybody else in theworld has negative attributes such as he is naive and he loses faith in thingsvery quickly such as his son and god. Kumalo changes from a man of greatfaith in God into a man of little faith so much that begins to doubt God’sexistence.

One of Kumalo’s main positive attributes is that he takesresponsibility for his family. Kumalo says this when asking Mrs. Lithebeif his son’s girlfriend can move in “She will go with me toNdotsheniand bear her child there in a clean and decent home”. He is telling Mrs.Lithbehow he plans to bring his future daughter and law and grandson to his home andcare for them since his son cant .Mrs.Lithbe says"And you are broughthere by a good and kindly man , so good that there is no word for it." Shesaying how Kumalowas kind enough to take responsibility for them and bring them to her heartfrom the kindness of her heart. Kumalo did it because he felt as he wasresponsible for them.

 One of Kumalo's main negative attributes is that he tends to turn away fromGod when he should be looking towards God. Kumalo says" There is no prayer left in me. I am dumb here inside. I have no words inside" When he shouldv'e been praying he didnt want to because his spirts was down and when youre sad you should pray. Kumalo turned away from god when he should've praying to him.

 

Santa Claus?

Why do we tell children Santa Claus is real? Why do we lie? Why do we set up our children for heartbreak? Why do we recognize Santa over Jesus? Why do we do these things? Why do we worship a person that never lived?

Salvation of Destin

Destin Jones

19 November 2012

Miss Harmon

Pre-Ap English

Salvation of Destin

I woke up breathing heavily. Panting. Scared. My heart is being out of m chest. I had just a dream, about me Hell. I glance at the clock at 5:30 a.m. I think “I’m going to get saved today”. I get up and walk to the book shelf and grab the deep blue bible and open it up to St. Matthew and read about Jesus Birth. Its 8:30 now, I walk to the bathroom shower and put on my clothes. I am ready. Ready to be saved.

I’m listening to the Pastor give a fiery sermon about salvation.

Pastor says “If you die, where are you going”.

In my head I think “Hell” I was a true sinner. I disobey parents, I lie, I felt ashamed.

Pastor asks “Would anybody like to be saved” Even though I’m thirteen, I would like to be saved. I raise my hand feebly. I go down to the pulpit feeling as if the whole world is watching me.

He asks “Do you believe Jesus died on the cross for your sins and Jesus rose on the third day”

I answer certain of myself “yes” The church explodes in applause as another sinner had reached salvation.

When the Pastor dismissed the church, I was mobbed by friends, family, and fellow church members congratulated me on my new found salvation

saying things like “I’ve never would see this day”, “I’ m proud of you”.

I sense of pride about my new found salvation. I’m greeted by my mother and she whispers “I’m proud.

            It’s hard to resist temptation after being saved. I feel like I’m messing up every day. I was back to sinning. I was lying, disobeying my parents and being mean. I think to myself what has happened as I lie in the bed and drift off to sleep.

            I woke up breathing heavily. Panting. Scared. My heart is being out of m chest. I had just a dream, about me Hell.

A Life of Workbooks and Worksheets.

In the beginning I never liked reading because my mother used to make me do worksheets. I also learned from Sesame Street. I began to love to read when I read books like Froggy's day to the lake and Junie B. Jones.

My earliest memories of learning how to read comes from my mother and how she used to teach me how to read using work sheets and work books to teach me, Elmo and Big bird off Sesame Street taught me too. I remember me spending countless hours working out of work books and work sheets she would give me. I remember hating working out of work books. Every day she gave me a worksheet I would throw a fit simply because I detested doing work sheets and work books. I appreciate my mother for forcing me to do worksheets because my detest for reading turned into pure love for reading as the worksheets turned into short books. In between doing worksheets I would watch Sesame Street. Sesame Street taught me a lot. Sesame Street taught me how some words looked; I also learned my numbers off Sesame Street because of Count Countula (vampire that counts).

As I got better in reading and the worksheets got easier I began to want to read books and not just read those kiddy short stories I read out of the workbooks. I started to ask my mother to take me to Wool folk Library (local library in Marion, Arkansas) to check out books. The first book I remembered reading from that library was Froggys first day of school.This book introduced me to many things such as picture books and series books. There are many other Froggy books out there I encourage anybody with small children to read these books to them.

After experiencing short stories, I couldn’t stop reading short stories but I wanted to read more. I had a never ending hunger for newer and more challenging books what it seemed liked. I told my mother I wanted to read something more challenging and she told me that she would go find something tougher for me to read. She came home with the book Great Expectations. The language of this was rustic and classic. My mother had to tell me a lot of the words but I made it through the book. Great Expectations turned out to the best book I ever read and it still is till this day. I have read it a thousand times it seems. I have loved other books by Charles Dickens as well. I also remember reading my first book by myself which was Junie B. Jones is a beauty shop guy. I have a page memorized out of this book it is "My name is Junie B. Jones. The ‘B’ stands for Beatrice. Except I don’t like Beatrice. I just like B and that’s all." I love this part. All through my life I've done work books and worksheets, watched Seasme Street and Read Junie B. Jones books . I have seen every Sesame Street episode and read every Junie B Jones book.

During my life I've grown from hating books to loving them. Books are a way to get away from this world. Now I've come from reading Junie B. Jones to reading War and Peace.

I am Me

I am a proud Christian

I wonder about life about death,
I hear angels singing.
I see the hand of God over my life.
I want to go to Heaven.
I am a proud christian.

I pretend that temptations arent there.
I feel the Lord guiding  me in the right direction
I worry abou my soul.
I talk to Jesus through prayer.
I pray for everybody to get saved.

I understand that I Will sin but I don't sin purspefully.
I say only God can judge me.
I dreamm one day I shall be in Heaven.
I try to live saved.
I hope I see you in Heaven
I am a Proud Christian

Not Every Man With Wings is an Angel

In the story of http://salvoblue.homestead.com/wings.html
 A very old man with wings, a quote on quote angel fell face down into a village. The first things that comes to your mind about the man with wings is that he an angel. The perception of an angel is a pure,clean,beautiful godly being that is dressed in all white and has lush white wings. The man in this story didn't fit the description of an angel at all. Also the people in this village treated the man very poorly. They treated this man as if he was a filthy creature instead of a mystical being.
  The angel is supposed to be a beautiful, stunning creature. The man in this story definitely wasn't a beautiful creature. " the backsides of his wings were strung with parasites" An angel are supposed to be absolutely gorgeous but clearly werent gorgeous or pretty. This made me think maybe this man was a fallen angel like Lucifer. "Nothing about him measured up to the proud dignity of angels" So even in the narrators eye this man was inferior to the perception of an angel. He had no angel-like qualities except his wings and those didn't even measure up to those of an angel. I asked myself was this man an Angel or a Freak With Wings.

The society of this village treated this man like a leper like he had a disease. They had no respect for this man. "Even the most merciful only threw stones at him" Think if the most merciful threw stones at him what did the cruelest or most vicious do to him. I would hate to have been the man with wings at this point. "cripples pulled put his feathers" People were pulling out his feathers because they believe that his feathers could heal their ailments. Which was really idiotic to believe that these feathers could heal them.

In conclusion the man with wings had a lot of patience maybe he was an angel that God kicked out of heaven because he had done wrong. He may not have looked like an angel l but he had the patience of one.