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Summarize how the concepts of the gospel essentials (nature of God, nature of humanity, nature of Jesus, and restoration) constitute the foundation of the Christian worldview. In other words, how are these concepts essential to the Christian worldview?

Edmund Burke famously wrote in 1770 what is often summarized,
the only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good people to do nothing.
How might someone who believes in relativism respond to that idea? How might someone with a Christian worldview respond to that idea?

DO YOU KNOW YOUR SPIRITUAL GIFTS AND YOUR TALENTS?
Corinthians 12:7 states that spiritual gifts are given to benefit others and not ourselves.
In summary, the differences between spiritual gifts and talents are: 1) A talent is the result of genetics and/or training, while a spiritual gift is the result of the power of the Holy Spirit. 2) A talent can be possessed by anyone, Christian or non-Christian, while spiritual gifts are only possessed by Christians. 3) While both talents and spiritual gifts should be used for God’s glory and to minister to others, spiritual gifts are focused on these tasks, while talents can be used entirely for non-spiritual purposes (Houdmann, 2013).
Do you know your spiritual gifts and your talents?
Reference:
Houdmann, M. (2013). Questions about the Holy Spirit: The 60 most frequently asked questions about the Holy Spirit. Bloomington, IN: WestBowPress.

Please tell us in what way you share CBN’s vision and purpose
The Mission of CBN and its affiliated organizations is to prepare the nations of the world for the coming of Jesus Christ and the establishment of the kingdom of God on earth.

In the movie “The Book of Eli” what is one worldview depicted in the movie? (Choose from the three worldview families atheism, pantheism, or theism).  Which character(s) held that worldview?
Provide at least two quotes or scene descriptions from the movie to defend your point.

Read the passage from Robertson Davies’ What’s Bred in the Bone and respond to all of the questions below in full sentences and/or paragraphs, depending on the question’s requirements. Assume that all of the questions are about this play unless otherwise noted.
What impressions do you have from reading this? What does this story remind you of and why? Be specific in your response.
Compare the excerpt to Fifth Business. List three similarities and two differences. This information may be presented in chart form.
How would you characterize Francis in the novel? How is he similar to Dustan? Use direct and indirect characterization.
How does the symbolism presented in this excerpt parallel Fifth Business?
Compare and contrast this atmosphere and tone to the one presented in Fifth Business.
What lesson can Boy and Leola learn from Dunstan and Francis? Why and how are these lessons significant?

ACT IV: That’s some’s 1. Juliet says: mercurio What if it be poison which the Friar Subtly hath ministered to have me dead, Lest in this marriage he should be dishonoured, Because he married me before to Romeo? why is this lines important Why is Juliet concerned about the Friar’s commitment to their relationship? Is Juliet scared to drink the potion? 2. To what extent are Juliet’s parents responsible for her decision to drink the potion? ACT V: 1. Romeo says: . . . O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! And lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing Death! (V.ii.110-115) Why are Romeo’s final words so memorable? Think back to the Prologue. What does Romeo say that makes us think about Shakespeare’s warning? 2. The Prince says: See what scourge is laid upon your hate, That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love! And I, for winking at your discords too, Have lost a brace of kinsmen. All are punished. To what extent to the Prince’s words affect the audience? Do we believe as the Prince says, that Heaven has punished the families with love? Describe why the parents are responsible for this catastrophe.
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In the sentence below, the word myriad (mir’e-ed) means A. many. B. strange. C. complicated. D. strict. “While there
are myriad regulations to protect people who work in noisy environments, there are relatively few governing repeated exposure to
noise outside the workplace.” (Paragraph 4)

How is the central idea that is expressed in paragraph 1 developed in paragraph 2? Use textual evidence to support your response.
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In 1854, Henry David Thoreau wrote in his book
Walden, Or Life in the Woods
, that he “went to the woods because [he] wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life.” Even in the 1850s, this was considered a radical move. At this time, people were moving toward cities, not away from them. Still today, young people who grow up in smaller towns and rural communities tend to move to the bigger cities between the ages of 18 and 25. Big cities have a lot to offer in terms of convenience: shops, restaurants, and entertainment are close at hand. Excitement and glamour abound in a fast-paced world. There is also the anonymity that can come with dense populations.
And yet for all the appeal of cities, the 2018 census shows that small towns and rural communities are experiencing significant growth. There is a trend of younger adults, in their thirties and forties, moving back to their small hometowns or striking out on their own in the country. Thanks to the ubiquity of the Internet, many professionals can work from home in the countryside while their main office remains in the city. Some of these trendsetters are leaving their city jobs behind to try to earn a living by farming or crafting goods by hand.
Relocating to the country is an adjustment and can feel like a grand adventure. Former urbanites must learn new skills and learn to be more self-reliant. For example, grocery stores are fewer and farther between; therefore, a thirty-mile trip to the market if you’re out of milk is a different story. Furthermore, meal delivery services that have become so popular in the last decade often don’t service rural communities, effectively squashing a sushi craving. Without the constant entertainment offerings of the city, simpler pastimes are rediscovered. Hiking, snowshoeing, and boating are all examples of ways to spend time outdoors in the country. Other outdoor activities are chores: gardening, wood splitting, and snow shoveling.
Reasons to make this lifestyle switch can be as varied as the recently transplanted country folk themselves. Some people pine for the more neighborly communities of small towns rather than the impersonal interactions of a fast-paced city. When life is slower, it is sometimes also harder, and neighbors tend to look out for one another and try to lessen each other’s burdens.
Some people want to raise their children in places that feel closer to nature. Trees, creeks, and dirt roads appeal to children’s imaginations, along with the hope of spotting a wild animal passing by.
Some people want to live in a way that feels more eco-conscious, or in a way that reduces their carbon footprint. Some people want to become more self-reliant and self-sufficient, as Thoreau claimed to be. Country living affords people the opportunity to raise and harvest their own food, bake their own bread, sew their own clothes, and build their own homes—with the help and advice of their neighbors, of course.
As with any adventure, there are lessons to be learned. Winters are long and cold, and building a good, hot fire takes practice. There is a different set of dangers in the country than exists in a city, and help can feel light-years away. But it is through those challenges, as in any good adventure, that we learn who we are and become stronger.

The Sniper By Liam O’Flaherty The long June twilight faded into night. Dublin lay enveloped in darkness but for the dim light of the moon that shone through fleecy clouds, casting a pale light as of approaching dawn over the streets and the dark waters of the Liffey. Around the beleaguered Four Courts the heavy guns roared. Here and there through the city, machine guns and rifles broke the silence of the night, spasmodically, like dogs barking on lone farms. Republicans and Free Staters were waging civil war. On a rooftop near O’Connell Bridge, a Republican sniper lay watching. Beside him lay his rifle and over his shoulders was slung a pair of field glasses. His face was the face of a student, thin and ascetic, but his eyes had the cold gleam of the fanatic. They were deep and thoughtful, the eyes of a man who is used to looking at death. He was eating a sandwich hungrily. He had eaten nothing since morning. He had been too excited to eat. He finished the sandwich, and, taking a flask of whiskey from his pocket, he took a short drought. Then he returned the flask to his pocket. He paused for a moment, considering whether he should risk a smoke. It was dangerous. The flash might be seen in the darkness, and there were enemies watching. He decided to take the risk. Placing a cigarette between his lips, he struck a match, inhaled the smoke hurriedly and put out the light. Almost immediately, a bullet flattened itself against the parapet of the roof. The sniper took another whiff and put out the cigarette. Then he swore softly and crawled away to the left. Cautiously he raised himself and peered over the parapet. There was a flash and a bullet whizzed over his head. He dropped immediately. He had seen the flash. It came from the opposite side of the street. He rolled over the roof to a chimney stack in the rear, and slowly drew himself up behind it, until his eyes were level with the top of the parapet. There was nothing to be seen – just the dim outline of the opposite housetop against the blue sky. His enemy was under cover. Just then an armoured car came across the bridge and advanced slowly up the street. It stopped on the opposite side of the street, fifty yards ahead. The sniper could hear the dull panting of the motor. His heart beat faster. It was an enemy car. He wanted to fire, but he knew it was useless. His bullets would never pierce the steel that covered the gray monster. Then round the corner of a side street came an old woman, her head covered by a tattered shawl. She began to talk to the man in the turret of the car. She was pointing to the roof where the sniper lay. An informer. The turret opened. A man’s head and shoulders appeared, looking toward the sniper. The sniper raised his rifle and fired. The head fell heavily on the turret wall. The woman darted toward the side street. The sniper fired again. The woman whirled round and fell with a shriek into the gutter. Suddenly from the opposite roof a shot rang out and the sniper dropped his rifle with a curse. The rifle clattered to the roof. The sniper thought the noise would wake the dead. He stooped to pick the rifle up. He couldn’t lift it. His forearm was dead. “I’m hit,” he muttered. Dropping flat onto the roof, he crawled back to the parapet. With his left hand he felt the injured right forearm. The blood was oozing through the sleeve of his coat. There was no pain–just a deadened sensation, as if the arm had been cut off. Quickly he drew his knife from his pocket, opened it on the breastwork of the parapet, and ripped open the sleeve. There was a small hole where the bullet had entered. On the other side there was no hole. The bullet had lodged in the bone. It must have fractured it. He bent the arm below the wound. The arm bent back easily. He ground his teeth to overcome the pain. Then taking out his field dressing, he ripped open the packet with his knife. He broke the neck of the iodine bottle and let the bitter fluid drip into the wound. A paroxysm of pain swept through him. He placed the cotton wadding over the wound and wrapped the dressing over it. He tied the ends with his teeth. Then he lay still against the parapet, and, closing his eyes, he made an effort of will to overcome the pain. In the street beneath all was still. The armoured car had retired speedily over the bridge, with the machine gunner’s head hanging lifeless over the turret. The woman’s corpse lay still in the gutter. The sniper lay still for a long time nursing his wounded arm and planning escape. Morning must not find him wounded on the roof. The enemy on the opposite roof covered his escape. He must kill that enemy and he could not use his rifle. He had only a revolver to do it. Then he thought of a plan. Taking off his cap, he placed it over the muzzle of his rifle. Then he pushed the rifle slowly upward over the parapet, until the cap was visible from the opposite side of the street. Almost immediately there was a report, and a bullet pierced the centre of the cap. The sniper slanted the rifle forward. The cap clipped down into the street. Then catching the rifle in the middle, the sniper dropped his left hand over the roof and let it hang, lifelessly. After a few moments he let the rifle drop to the street. Then he sank to the roof, dragging his hand with him. Crawling quickly to his feet, he peered up at the corner of the roof. His ruse had succeeded. The other sniper, seeing the cap and rifle fall, thought that he had killed his man. He was now standing before a row of chimney pots, looking across, with his head clearly silhouetted against the western sky. The Republican sniper smiled and lifted his revolver above the edge of the parapet. The distance was about fifty yards – a hard shot in the dim light, and his right arm was paining him like a thousand devils. He took a steady aim. His hand trembled with eagerness. Pressing his lips together, he took a deep breath through his nostrils and fired. He was almost deafened with the report and his arm shook with the recoil. Then when the smoke cleared, he peered across and uttered a cry of joy. His enemy had been hit. He was reeling over the parapet in his death agony. He struggled to keep his feet, but he was slowly falling forward as if in a dream. The rifle fell from his grasp, hit the parapet, fell over, bounded off the pole of a barber’s shop beneath and then clattered on the pavement. Then the dying man on the roof crumpled up and fell forward. The body turned over and over in space and hit the ground with a dull thud. Then it lay still. The sniper looked at his enemy falling and he shuddered.