The Whole Story

photographer Julia Freeman-Woolpert

This is so important, please think about this,

This is by a daughter of a murdered couple in TORONTO who had a Bible and Bookstore on Bloor Street.

When I had to testify at the murder trial of my parents a week ago, I was asked to raise my right hand. The bailiff started out, “Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth ?

I stood there and waited but she said nothing more. She said, “Do you?” I was so stunned I blurted out, “What happened to “so help me God?” She came back with “Do you?” I replied yes, but I was perplexed. Then the judge said, “You can say that if you want to.” I stopped, raised my right hand and finished with “so help me God!”

I told my son and daughter that when it came time for them to testify, they should do the same. It’s no wonder we have so many problems in this country. If I’d had my wits about me, I’d have told them that taking God out of the courtroom is only going to result in more criminals and murderers like him being in there. I don’t know what can be done about it, but it’s time we stepped up and did something.

CBC this morning had a poll on this question. They had the highest number of responses that they have ever had for one of their polls and the percentage was the same as this: 86% to keep the words; 15% against. That is a pretty commanding public response.

I was asked to send this on if I agreed or delete if I didn’t. Now it is your turn. It is said that 85% of CANADIANS believe in God.

It’s called Christmas, With a Capital C - Merry Christmas Holidays...just around the corner. Have you done your shopping yet?

This is another one of these beautiful emails sent to me…to share with you.

Whether you are an eagle or a dove here are some thoughts about our Canadian Military.

The average age of the Canadian military man is 19 years. He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country. He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father’s; but he has never collected unemployment either.

He’s a recent High School graduate;

he was probably an average student, pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away.

He listens to rock and roll or hip-hop or rap or jazz or swing and 155mm howitzer.
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