Walking and New Places

Thankfully the run of Elephant's Graveyard at GCC has come to an end. The plays overly dark, cautionary tale about the evils of using wild animals to entertain the masses, left its audience depressed and deflated. While many playwrights have dark themes such as this play, they usually balance it with some levity and humor so that audiences are entertained as well as motivated to react to the playwrights cause. Unfortunately this play forgot to entertain, and neglected to offer any light.

Before hearing about the need in different parts of our world, I never considered going on a mission trip. Last summer during show choir camp, our choreographer told us about a charity called Thirst Project. Thirst Project is an organization that builds wells in Africa so the citizens can have clean drinking water. Knowing that there are people out there drinking brown, gunky water filled with animal feces breaks my heart, because there are steps that we can all take to help solve that problem. For me, one of those steps is going on a mission trip. If I could help even one person live a higher quality life, I will be satisfied, knowing that I have made a purpose to my life. Another time that my eyes were opened was this summer. One of my friends went on a mission trip to Haiti with her church, and seeing pictures from their trip moved me to have an even stronger desire to go on one myself. Both the children in Haiti and the people serving them were both so joyful,

These Grandfathers presented Black Elk with gifts to help him on his journey. A wooden cup, a bow and arrows, a white wing of cleansing, an herb to heal, a sacred pipe a flowering stick and the power to make live and to destroy were the tools that were given to him. Then, the Grandfathers showed Black Elk what was to become of his people. He was shown a holy tree which once had been flowering and was now gone. The people he was supposed to lead were thin and starving, and Black Elk cried as he saw the fate of his people.

I enjoyed this story very much. From the start, we are told that the man was mistaken to set out on this journey with this weather “The animal was worried by the great

To start with, the narrative in “The Elephant in the Village of the Blind” is very simple; the main

The narrator decided to shoot the elephant because he realized he will lose face and be humiliated if he does not shoot it.

The story “Shooting an Elephant” is told by an ongoing and first person narrator, who was committed to events he was faced with and obtained insight and wisdom from these adventures even though he struggled internally and externally.

As we hiked along Tijana and I pointed out red pandas and other animals along the path. Once we got to where the door was I told Tijana of the door that we stood in front of. He didn’t understand what I was talking about. So we walked back down to the village. Tijana must have thought that I was crazy because we didn’t speak the whole way down. After I had dropped Tijana off at his house I decided to go up to the door again. Tijana was not coming with me for he was to much of a burden. Once I got up to the door I heard growling and there was a tiger right about 25 yards away from me. I froze because he could have killed me right then and there. The only option was to go through the door so I took that way out. Slowly, I grabbed the key and unlocked the door and in one swift motion I quickly slipped through the

When Horton is sitting on it hunters come and see Horton sitting in a tree. Instead of shooting him they call a circus. He wants to get down, but Horton says I meant what I said and I said what I meant. An elephant's faithful one-hundred percent!. When Horton gets ready for a show Maize see’s a circus and want to stop by.

Ever since I was a couple months old I have been travelling. Flying from coast to coast and country to country. I have flown on nearly three hundred flights domestically and some internationally. Internationally I have been to Paris, Toronto, Jamaica, and Cancun. I have been to Cancun twice as I vacationed there for my final spring break before high school graduation. Domestically, the most notable place I have flown to constantly is Buffalo, New York where my father’s family is from. Traveling has allowed me to experience new places, foods, and culture.

We know several people who have been on short-term mission trips. Perhaps you’ve even been on one yourself and proclaimed to others that you gained more from that trip than the people you went to serve. Maybe you’re a full-time missionary living in another nation (at least for the majority of the year). Most likely, you’re an average church member who knows the Great Commission but doesn’t feel called to long-term overseas ministry. Regardless of where you stand, “Missions” by Andy Johnson is an excellent introduction to missions. Johnson provides readers with ways to be mission-minded, live missional lifestyles, and serve those who are on mission at home and abroad.

One really important thing I want you to remember (before you sail off on your awesome adventure) is your faith in God. Keep it with you at all times. Go to church. Pray for yourself and others, every day. Remember Psalm 1:9 “Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go.” Remember this always. It will give you strength

The blind people was demonstrating a technique called tactile signing and tracking to determine what the elephants body parts is. In the story it states, “They could hear it breathing and munching on hay, and feel it’s slow, swaying movements disturbing the air around them” (Norton Par 13-14). The blind people used their sights of hearing and touching to figure out what each part of the elephant body is in the village. The readers would say that the traveler is amused and probably enjoying the view of laughter while watching the people touch, listen and smell the elephant. The individuals in the story started having a realization of knowing that what they described the elephant as being, was not so in the end while visualizing it. The traveler must have been overwhelmed as he observed the blind people trying to determine the nature of the

He looked around to see a herd of elephants at the riverside. However, they had not seen him. There were bull and cow elephants along with their babies. Although Veer Singh was petrified, he knew he could not run with Kunal’s weight. All he could do was to keep quiet and pray.

Elephant is a short story written by Polly Clark in 2006. My focus point is William and his life, which I will analyze and interpret. I will also discuss the