Rest assured, I believe in the Holy Bible’s description of hell. I know there is no point in time in which it will freeze. This is an email I received from a good friend. It is so well done in spite of not being Biblical that I wanted to share it with my you. Your chemistry does not have to be all that good to understand it.
The following is an actual question given on a University of Arizona chemistry midterm, and an actual answer turned in by a student.
The answer by one student was so ‘profound’ that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well.
Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)?
Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle’s Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant.
One student, however, wrote the following:
First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving, which is unlikely. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving.
As for how many souls are entering Hell, let’s look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there is more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell.
With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially. Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle’s Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added.
This gives two possibilities:
1) If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.
2) If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.
So which is it?
If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa during my Freshman year that, ‘It will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you,’ and take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number two must be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over.
The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct….. …leaving only Heaven, thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why, last night, Teresa kept shouting ‘Oh my God.’
THIS STUDENT RECEIVED AN A+
1 John 5:14 "And this is the confidence that we have toward him, that if we ask anything according to his will he hears us."
Sometimes when were in a dark place we pray for things that will make us temporarily happy and that just sets us up for another dark place. If we keep an eternal perspective then we can trust God because we know our future is in his hands and because he sent Jesus to save us we are bound for an eternity of happiness in heaven with our savior.
Smokers are likely to get bags under their eyes and wrinkles around their lips earlier than non-smokers, according to a new study of identical twins. Judges who didn't know which twin smoked said the smoker looked older 57 percent of the time. That pattern held when both twins were smokers but one had smoked for many years longer than the other.
As a writer I find just about anything grist to the inspiration mill. One thing that's intrigued me for years has been our fascination with mysterious animals that take Size 82 in shoes and turn up in shadowy videos by lone hunters in remote locations.
To me such obsessions reveal more about the human condition than they do about any scientific reality.
Philip and I attend the monthly Writers Guild. He always needs a ride, and has one or two members that normally pick him up.
This morning I got a group request email that Philip needed a ride. I checked with my husband who does my night driving for me, and my son offered us the use of his truck which is bigger and has a back seat. I emailed Amaryllis to let her know that I could take him. Also, I promptly emailed Philip to let him know I was coming. I did not give him a time, nor specify where to meet us.
Philip lives in a three-story apartment complex. My husband had taken Philip home once, but only dropped him off at the door. I didn’t go on that trip because we have a ‘baby’ truck that can’t accommodate three adults in the front seat. It barely manages when we have our young grandson with us. My point being that neither one of us knew which apartment Philip lived in.
I saw a couple men standing outside as we approached and thought one of them would be Philip. No such luck. As we came down the long drive to the main entrance, I noticed a woman looking out a second-floor window. She disappeared after I got out of the truck and walked halfway up the sidewalk. I hoped she was watching out for my arrival and went to tell Philip.
I got to the front door as another person walked out. They let me in without questions. I went into the “foyer”–does that little space between two doors have a name?–only to find myself locked out at the second door. There were mailboxes on both walls, listed by apartment number, not name. No help whatsoever.
A portly elderly man walked past the locked door, opened it far enough to stick his head out, and asked me if I needed help. I told him I was looking for Philip.
“No, I don’t know any Philip. I’m George.” He opened the door for me to enter. “Do you know what apartment he’s in?”
“No, I thought he’d be waiting for me down here.”
“What’s his last name?”
The name flew out of my head. All I could think of was that it started with a ‘C’.
“Wait a minute. I’ll get someone that can help.” He headed down a hallway.
A man carrying a clipboard came to the elevator just as another woman showed up. She asked him something and he answered with a chuckle that he was the insurance man. He then questioned her as to whether or not she had insurance. The elevator arrived about the same time she said, “No.” They disappeared behind it’s softly closing doors. I wondered if he’d make an appointment or simple discuss insurance in the elevator.
I continued waiting in the lobby, listening to the muffled conversation of George and another man down the hall and out of site.
Momentarily, Joe came back with George. He was a cute little guy. Looking at those two gave me ideas for book characters. Unfortunately, Joe was no more help than George as to Philip’s location. I was beginning to think I had the wrong building entirely.
A tiny woman got off the elevator. Before she got out the front door, I accosted her with, “Do you know Philip?
She looked a bit startled, but answered my question. “Yes, I know a Philip.”
“That lives here?”
“Yes, he lives on the third floor.”
George chimed in with, “Do you know his apartment number.”
She rattled it off and headed out the door. I think I thanked her before she was out of hearing range.
“Wait here.” George ordered and grabbed the elevator as it dropped off another person. Joe waited silently with me.
It was a short wait luckily. With all the brouhaha we were now going to be late for the meeting.
Philip was busy putting George’s phone number into his cell phone when the elevator doors opened. He made a new friend. As we walked out to the truck I got Philip’s apartment number and told my husband before I climbed up into the seat.
What I thought was odd was my remembering that his apartment number was the same as my grandmother’s house number. Why that popped into my head is anybody’s guess.
The best thing about the experience–I met some wonderful people whom I may never see again, but I got several new characters and a scene.
Most of the people I met were short. George was about my height, 5’ 6”; Joe was a few inches shorter. The woman who knew Philip was near 4’8”. The few other people that passed me coming and going were all shorter than me. Even Philip was not tall for a male; being about my height, maybe an inch taller. The “insurance man” was the only one of regular male height.
What could I do with the “insurance man?” (Keep your thoughts clean now.) I loved his chuckle and wanted to hear a full laugh. How would that sound? What would make him laugh?
Could I use a scene with a hotel or apartment building that held only short people? Could they be actors doing a movie in the area? Maybe in a traveling circus? Should I suspect one of them of being the murderer or thief? Maybe I should make one of them the victim with a whole motel of possible “short” suspects.
Why people tell me they can’t think of anything to write, is always surprising. There’s always ideas popping into my head. Sometimes it’s a sound, or an overheard snippet of conversation, or a box delivered to the wrong address that triggers an idea. After jotting down the idea, it may sit and stew awhile–actually, a long while. I may never use that idea or it may trigger something else.
What could I use the memory of the house number for? Why would it be significant, or better yet, what could it indicate?
As long as there are words, there will always be something to write.
I had never heard this before and thought I would share it now. This is from the weekly devotional the David Wood Ministries sends me.
Psalm 119:11 “Thy word have I hid in my heart, that I might no sin against thee.”
All but 3 verses refer to the word of God. There are 176 verses in all. The word of God is referred to:
as the law
as the way of the Lord
as His precepts
as His statutes
as His commandments
as His righteous judgments
as His Word, and so on
This is the fascinating part. It is divided into 22 divisions of 8 verses each. The first 8 verses begin with the first letter of the Hebrew alphabet, the second group with the second letter and so forth. The on-line Bible I’m using, lists the Hebrew alphabet as such:
Jesus tells us that he is first and last letters of the Greek alphabet – “the alpha and omega” (Revelation 1:8)
The alphabet is all we need to spell every word in the dictionary.
Jesus is all we need to give total meaning to our life.
If you have Jesus in your heart, you have everything you need for your earthly journey.
Read your Bible daily. Hide His word in your heart. See what wonderful changes in your life will be made.
Welcome to my fourth-annual list of the Worst Toys of the Year.
Why create a list of toys that suck?
- Because shopping makes me want to bang my empty-cart-that-can't-steer into other people's full carts
- Because cheap, loud toys make me want to hammer-throw them off my back deck
- Because writing something funny is more therapeutic (and less likely to get me arrested) than either of the above…