Y'all need to go sit in the shade awhile with a big glass of ice water.



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	From: HISTORICAL ARCHAEOLOGY on behalf of Dan Allen 

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	Subject: Re: Influence of kids and religion on archaeological sites

	

	



	Alternately, just the other day I saw a kid who flipped his hat to the back

	and he called it a lid.  You know what else he did?  He stacked books from

	the floor to the ceiling.  Said something about trying to get to Heaven.  He

	was only eleven but he climbed to the top with outstretched arms and he

	screamed at the top of his lungs.  Move out my way.   Give up the mic!  X to

	me means extremely Christ.  Living within me like it or not, put an X on my

	chest cause X marks the spot!

	

	We're living in extreme days...and it's amazing how much of it is not

	recognized or expressed in the archaeological record.

	

	dan allen

	

	

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	From: "Dermot Murphy" <[log in to unmask]>

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	Sent: Wednesday, August 08, 2007 3:35 PM

	Subject: Influence of kids and religion on archaeological sites

	

	

	> In the 1970s I attended a small Catholic elementary school.  One day at

	recess, a "hyperactive" first grader named James sat in the school's front

	yard furiously digging a hole with one of the tablespoons we usually used in

	our sandbox.  His digging was clearly motivated by anger and he was

	muttering something about Satan.  A few of us stood around watching James'

	work and laughing at his odd behavior.  By the time the hole was at least a

	foot and a half (approx. 46 cm...sorry) deep, Sister Ann, our stern

	principal, got wind of what was happening and confronted James.

	>   "James, what are you doing?" she shouted.

	>   "I'm digging a hole to Hell so that I can kill Satan!" he insisted,

	returning to his task.

	>   After a brief struggle she carried him under one thick, solid arm, back

	into the school.

	>   He kicked and protested in vain about how he had to kill Satan.  His

	shouts were soon muffled as the school's front door closed behind them.

	James' parents were called.

	>   By the next morning, the hole had been filled.

	>   Though she might not have realized it, the zeal exhibited by James was

	the direct result of Sister Ann's own fervent piety.  (She once told a few

	of us 2nd graders that the name of the rock band KISS was actually an

	acronym for "Kids In Service of Satan"--a warning that backfired, leading me

	to question, first, her own honesty and authority, followed by a slippery

	slope of a doubt in the "Miracle of Transubstantiation", the Virgin Birth,

	and eventually leading to my embrace of agnosticism.  OK, more of a settling

	for than an embrace).

	>   Anyway, it seemed that Sister Ann, on that day at least, cared more for

	the lawn than for battling the forces of Evil.

	>   My point is that when you uncover a feature, you may never really know.

	It could've been an entrance to Hell.

	>   Dermot Murphy

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