He adapted Classical thought to Christian teaching and created a powerful theological system of lasting influence. He also shaped the practice of biblical exegesis and helped lay the foundation for much of medieval and modern Christian thought
PA brainlist po please
1.)I notice what he did for us.
2.)Base on picture,jesus is take his risk for us.
3.)Learned to forgive/to be forgiven.
1.)He did everything to save us from our sins.
2.)nah.He was very kind that he'd sacrificed his life for us.
3.)cause', forgiving makes.you feel.better no more hurts and hates. Did you know that jesus already forgiven us?jesus,forgiving us everyday,everyminute,every split second.So learned to forgive,just try! It may help you feel better.
Indigenous Peoples need to celebrate their history because doing so helps to stop the loss and grow their cultures. Celebrating their history invigorates pride in being Indigenous. ... In the preservation of their cultures, protocols, spirituality, traditions, and languages.
Indigenous studies is an important subject. It's about broadening the human story, and ensuring all cultures are recognized equally.
I hope it help
Kawawa namn si jesus sorry para sa points lang po
to have strong faith and belief
To know what we are doing and know if it is wrong or right the teaching of Jesus Christ will save us from our sins and survive our depressions
We wear this city on our feet
Planting our roots with each step
cast shapes of ancient oak trees stretching out over Nash Square at daybreak
We grow here
with the spirit of buildings past,
present and rising like a staircase to heaven in the distance,
the plumes of white smoke from their rooftops as burnt offerings for incense,
spires for steeples,
the bundled masses of people moving beneath as the calloused soles
of our feet pounding the pavement,
seated in reverant silence on the R-Line hissing to a stop
Their hushed prayers filing out from within to bring the reclaimed sidewalks of Fayetville Street back to life to join this pilgramage
downtown toward Capitol
holding signs for disarmament
They bar-hop through Glenwood toasting to deliverance
They sprint toward their cars on work week mornings in a blur of faces that become us,
Rush at all hours through our veins
Cross our hearts and keep us breathing
On the shoulders of this giant collective, we hold our heads high
to see that this is home now.
We cross into the unfamiliar
at the walk signal's cue,
breaking new ground, gazes meeting one another
as their counter-culture
coffee kicks in
to add this defiant bounce to each step
this rhythm to hop over puddles as they appear
We don't mind the way rain lands here
and its baptismal effect
We like how its capable of reinventing itself mid-fall into weightless snowflakes, then taking flight
We walk without umbrellas to see it
wearing the greyest pieces of their winter sky the way it caps the peaks of Mount PNC, BB&T and Wells Fargo like hoodies over our heads
We assume monk-like appearances
in robes color-coded by season- from blue collar sweaters to cold hard sweat
We'll wear their city until we're worn out and wet, mumbling last-mimute prayers for our salvation under our breath
We'll wear their dreams
at night, the moment the streetlights flicker on beneath wired telephone poles carrying conversations about each one as far south as Florida, fears unspoken, made visible
on iron park benches too cold to sit on at this hour
We'll keep walking
and wear this city like backpacks over our shoulders
under the shadow of their heavens,
a glowing testament
of every step taken
toward someplace higher.
in order to learn more and to be aware