One day in my senior-level Mathematics class, my professor stood in front of the room, pulled a coin out of his pocket (he loved to do these kinds of things), and flipped it up in the air, catching it with one hand and smacking his other hand down on top of it at the same time.
Without revealing the coin to us, he said: “This coin is an unbiased coin. What is the probability that when I take my hand...
Thursday, August 28, 2014
Friday, August 8, 2014
Theology of Alcohol: why one might not celebrate his 21st birthday at the bar.
Josiah Driver
4:43 PM
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“Wait. So you Mennonites don’t drink?”
“Well…” There was a pause. Then in a confidential tone: “Our parents wouldn’t.”
Ahh. Instantly his conversation partner’s eyes reflected understanding. All was made clear. It was just another one of the wonderful little quirks of historic Mennonitism, like driving horse-and-buggies and sewing quilts, relics of a quaint past that some (ahem) still held onto. Say...
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