Word: prayerfulness
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...with a nearly five-minute time-lapse shot of night sky, stars, dawn slowly breaking and finally full daylight, as the sound track comes alive with loud crickets, braying and mooing, and breathy, muffled screams. Brilliant sunshine bathes the kitchen of a Mennonite farm as the family takes morning prayer in a silence broken only by the loud ticking of a clock. Esther (Miriam Toews), the mother, raises her eyes; Johan (Cornelio Wall Fehr), the father, says, "Amen"; and the children dive wordlessly into their cereal. After the meal, Esther leaves to shepherd the kids on errands, returning briefly...
...governor has received support from elements of the black community throughout his ordeal. One night shortly after Blagojevich's initial arrest, a group of black ministers gathered at his home to hold a prayer vigil. Yet Blagojevich has previously expressed concerns that Burris' race has affected his electoral chances. In a 2002 radio interview, the governor said Burris lost the primary contest for the gubernatorial contest that year because the color of his skin "hurt...
...Garhi Khuda Baksh, Bhutto's ancestral village, where she is buried, lines of mourners moved purposively through the winter fog to reach their slain leader's grave. Some sprinkled fistfuls of freshly cut rose petals. Some raised their cupped hands in prayer. Others fiercely beat their heads and chests, performing the matam - a Shi'a ritual to mark mourning. Most wept. (See pictures of Bhutto's village in mourning after her assassination...
...only a few feet away, his pale, wan face upturned and shocked, his watery eyes bulging and mouth gaping like a trout, and still Zalathal did not stop. Felicity charged over her husband. She heard the triumphant crunch of bone, the satisfying curtailment of her husband’s prayer as Zalathal’s powerful hoofs crushed his throat...
...count the number of times I’ve gotten truly, blissfully wasted on the fingers of one hand, since I can only reach that state of nirvana with the right combination of Pepcid AC, napping, prayer, self-delusion, and entire bottles of Shiseido concealer. Due to both the rarity of my escapades and the inconvenience of carrying around a pipette and graduated cylinder to measure the miniscule amounts I can drink, I am only slightly more experienced at being drunk than the most sheltered of pre-frosh. Perhaps as a result, every time that I’ve cleared...