Religion and storry Essay

Choral Reading
Every weakness you have is an opportunity for god to show his strength in your life.
If what ahead scares you and what’s behind hurts you, just look above, he never fails to help and give you strength.
God didn’t promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow, nor sun without rain, but he did promise strength for the day, comfort for the tears, and light for the way.
Don’t ask god to make your life easier, ask him to make you stronger.
God give me strength to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.
You never know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have.

I DIDN’T KNOW MY OWN STRENGTH
BY: Whitney Houston The song is all about a person who can’t find his or her own strength. He or she really thinks that he or she can’t do it.
The Magical Haunted House "Class dismissed." Our math teacher said. Math is really boring for me. I'm really good at it. It's very easy. By the way, I'm Ken Clifford, 15 years old, and I are studying here in PA or Pacific Academy. I'm tall, smart, well-behaved, brave and handsome, people have told me. I'm in the hallway, going out from our school building to the other side so I can meet my friend, Dustin. Not anymore, he's waiting outside. "Hey!" He said while waving his hand. "Hello!” I replied.
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We're on the way home, when we pass by the big, very old, and creepy house. I pause for a while, and looked at the house. The house gives me a strange feeling. "-and my sister called mom, hahahaha--wait, are you listening to me?" I forgot to listen to Dustin's story. "Huh. Eh. Yeah! That's so funny!" And I made a fake laugh. "Stop staring at that old house, we need to finish our group homework." He said. "Can we enter the house?" I don't know why, I just want to. "Go by yourself. I don't want to." He replied. "Okay then waits here." "Okay I'll wait here--what?! You really want to go inside?!" "Just. Wait. Here." I ordered him. "Okay fine." I entered the gate of the house. I'm turning the knob to check if it is locked or not, and yeah, it's unlocked. Before I push the door, I glanced at Dustin, he's still waiting. I opened the door silently, and then went inside. There were a lot of spiders and webs. I'm pretty sure no one's in here because it's unclean. The portrait seems very old. There are a lot of very old things like tables, chairs, paintings or portraits, vases broken glasses, mirrors, teacups, and plates, drawers, lamps picture frames and an old style radio. I saw stairs, and I went up. I noticed that there were many doors. I stood in a front of a large door and walked in. Something caught my eyes, a fresh red rose.

I thought it was fake so I held it. "Oh. It's real." I said. "TUGSH!" The door closed! I hurriedly try to open it but I couldn't! "Help! Help me please! Get me out of here!" Hoping that Dustin would hear me. "What am I going to do now?" I said. "Get the key." A voice behind me said. Wait, who said that? "I'm here." "Where?" I can't see anybody. "I'm the painting." He said. I found the painting. It's impossible. "Can you speak again?" I requested to ensure it actually came from the person in the painting. "You're staring at me." "Whoa!" I shouted. "The mouth is moving! Are you real? Is anybody in there? This is just a prank right?! You know it's not funny--" He cut me off and I was shocked when he stated; "I am real! The owner of this house was terrible and he made me into a painting! You can't get out of here unless..." "Unless what?" Seconds passed and I was still waiting. What happened to him? Am I really stuck in this creepy old house? I mean a creepy old haunted house? "Hello!?!" I wonder why he's not responding. Oh, I will try to open the door again but, I really can't. "Unless! You defeat the owner; king Marcus, also known as king Philip." "Who's King Philip?" I asked. “As what I’ve told you, he's the owner of this house. I heard

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