----- Original Message ----- From: "Harold Burke" Sent: Monday, March 27, 2000 7:22 AM Subject: [RR] Bible Book Search > from harold's file . . . > > HIDDEN IN THE FOLLOWING STORY ARE 43 BOOKS OF THE BIBLE . . . > > CAN YOU FIND THEM? > > While traveling down a back road to the village called O'Dusky, I saw an > old friend of mine, Chief Mejud, gesturing for me to stop. He looked sad > and depressed. His fez, raiment, and features were dull and pale. To tell > the truth, I never saw so dismal a chief as he was that day. Someone had > stolen his tobacco. Being a missionary and Peace Corps volunteer, it was > my job to keep the chief and tribe at peace. To the Chief's expression of > sorrow over his tobacco loss, I answered, "It would only have gone up in > smoke anyway." Needless to say, that didn't go over too well. > > It was that time of the year when the tribe began their three day autumn > festival in celebration of a good harvest. The festival will start out on > Market Street, downtown, when Chief Mejud dumps alms in a collection > basket for the less fortunate of his tribe -- a most common practice. > This collection will be passed out at the end of the third day of the > festival. > > Back at the village, the chief's daughter was sitting on a hump of a > stuffed camel, dressed in her native costume and whos ears were drooping > with ornimates. She was wearing as comic a headdress as I have ever seen. > "Excuse me for speaking so, but what is that headdress for?", I asked. > Such an ignorant question, I knew I was in a jam, especially when the > chief's face and body became stiff and numb. Erst-while, it was forbidden > to question a chief and that it usually met the death of the violator. > Fortunately for me, that custom is no longer practiced. > > During the social gatherings at the festival, the old adult males would > tell the young boys how they used to revel at ionian dances (primitive > native dances) many years ago. Of course, most of the stories were > exaggerated by the time they finished drinking the brew steaming from the > community cooking pot. One old glassy-eyed native looked up eternally > toward the sky remembering back when this dance would attract several > young warriors from all over the land. Looking towards the sky where the > old native was staring, I noticed a rudely carved "J" on a high cliff > behind the village. Curiously, I asked the age of the "J". "O, eleven > centuries or so", was his reply. There seemed to be something familiar > about that "J". Oh, now I remember, it had something to do with an > ancient city called "Ai" (pronounced A-Ya). But was this "Ai" a holy > place or just a passing of a primitive civilization? Chief Mejud edged > closer to me and stated that I am at the weakest point of O'Dusky's > defense. "Three centuries ago, the city of "Ai" attacked my ancestors to > try to annex O'Dusky by force. His ancestors, the best he remembers, > fought a brave but costly and fruitless battle. Too bad, I a historian > major do not have any of the documented chronicles about this place. > Maybe I can write my brother, Timothy, as he travels quite a lot and is > somewhat of a tramp (rover), B.S., from Harvard. Maybe he can do a little > research for me. My other brother, Eugene, sister Mary, and cousin Joshua > were planning to visit me this summer but an epidemic of flu kept them > from coming this year. > > Towards the end of the festival, a toothless old hag gained access to the > tribe's temple where they keep their harvest god called "Sudan". It > caused quite a turmoil among the tribesmen. The chief asked, "Where is > the old gal at?" I answered, I don't know." Trying to see over the heads > of the crowd to get a glimps of the idol 'Sudan, I elevated myself on a > box. I hope someday soon to convince them that it is only a statue and > not a god. > > Their favorite harvest fruit, know to them as the "Fijiphi" lemon, will > be used every way in food dishes and beverages as can be imagined. The > tribesmen will also take these lemons to town to sell them at the > Micro-Mansion Hotel -- a small local hotel/restaurant that caters mostly > to tourists during the winter months. > > Now that the festival is coming to a close for this year, Chief Mejud's > daughter will sing a song of solo. Money and alms collected from the > first day will be distributed accordingly. And so it goes, as in the > past, this festival of season will just be another memory to the O'Dusky > tribe. As for me and my two assistants, Samuel and Jeremiah, we will > continue to do our best to help bring the Word of Jesus Christ to this > land of forgotten people. > > _______ > To unsubscribe, send "unsubscribe rangernet" to [EMAIL PROTECTED] > "Eat the hay & spit out the sticks! - A#1's mule" RTKB&G4JC! > http://rangernet.org Autoresponder: [EMAIL PROTECTED] _______ To unsubscribe, send "unsubscribe rangernet" to [EMAIL PROTECTED] or visit http://rangernet.org/subscribe.htm http://rangernet.org Autoresponder: [EMAIL PROTECTED]
