Historically speaking, they are said to represent the "grace of god" as god turns on the "light" with the rising sun, and this, not any of your doing. God turns on the light of faith in those he chooses to give this "free gift" to. This represents the biblical passage below: "For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God— 9not by works, so that no one can boast. " Ephesians 2:8-9 So what do the stained glass windows in churches really represent? side note--churches were lighted by the sun only....not electricity as they are today. Up until recently and perhaps they still are today, churches in Eastern Europe still follow this tradition.
Answer: They were used to tell the stories of Jesus and the saints to a hugely illiterate population. In medieval times, the people couldnt read the Bible, nor could they understand the priest because only the educated spoke Latin.
Category: Stained Glass; Date: 2010-08-08
How can an underdeveloped 13-yr-old look good in teenage styles?
I have a friend she is 13 years old and she wants me to give her tips on how to look better for the new school year so basically a makeover. Shes underdeveloped no breasts, slightly overweight, no waist, under 5 ft, has a double chin, wears glasses, etc., so its hard to make teenage styles look good on her. Im wondering if there are any dressing tips that would make cute dresses, shoes, and other clothes look good on her? Right now shes wearing stained athletic tees and rhinestone-covered puppy dog t-shirts.
Answer: 2 words, empire waist, get a her to get some dresses and a bra, possibly some contacts, heeled sandals,
Category: Stained Glass; Date: 2010-08-08
baking dish with black burned food stains.... how to remove?
my girlfriends parents are coming round for dinner and i have the perfect baking dish for the meal but it has lots of brown/burned food stains on it. it is glass/pyrex and id like to have it in the center of the table but without it looking so unsightly so before i buy a new one, does anyone know how to remove them? they are really engrained and it would take hours to scrape it especially the rounded corners can i leave it to soak in something for a few hours to help me? any help appreciated
Answer: vinegar and baking soda powder. heat up the baking dish first. Let the solution soak over night.
Category: Stained Glass; Date: 2010-08-06
Whats something that you see in old houses that you wish theyd put in new houses?
I like the cabinets that are built in underneath the stairs. I also like the stained glass windows you see in some old homes.
Answer: I love the old craftsmen homes and lived in one for 10 years. We had a built in buffet, built in bookshelves, a plate rail around the dining room, paving brick fireplace with the most incredible old mantle. And we still had some original lead glass windwos. I miss that old house.
Category: Stained Glass; Date: 2010-08-05
Should I confront him or no? HELP?
So not to long ago i got this glass pear for my mom, and it is really pretty its glass blown and is stain glassed. But thats not the point, the point is my younger brother left for summer camp, and the other day i was in his room looking for air fresher cause i know he keeps it somewhere cause his room stinks. and i was looking around and i opened his closet and i saw the glass pear in the back. and i know that if its in his hands, he is going to break it, or make a fire work or bomb out of it. So when he gets back from summer camp should i confront him and admit that i was looking around his room he hates it so much Or should i just leave it? or should i take it out of his closet and put it back where it belongs? IDK please help i dont want it to get blown to little pieces thanks alot and alot :
Answer: if your brother isnt a little liar like he is a thief, just ask him if he knows where it is. if he might deny having it... make a bet. like, a month doing dishes or something if you can find something of yours in his room dont let him go moving things around and hiding stuff if he agrees waltz in and get your pear. plus you win the bet and get whatever prize you guys worked out. or tell mom. thats what id do lol
Category: Stained Glass; Date: 2010-08-05
What species of ivy is this?
http://lh5.ggpht.com/_dqoai_CLonI/SAJl6io4sTI/AAAAAAAABtM/yQeDKmtytDk/DSC_0732.JPG I have the same species of ivy but its not doing too well, some of the leaves and stalks are starting go brown and will die off like my last ivy which was the same species so i need to know the name of it so i can find out how to care for it. If anyone knows about ivy maybe you can help me. My ivy is on my window ledge in a white-stained twig basket pot it has a plastic liner inside to keep the water in the pot is about 10 inch in length and 6 inch width and the ivy plant is still quite small so it has plenty of room to grow in. My room is south facing so the ivy is in direct sunlight for quite a bit of time in the day but as i live in England we dont get much sun anyway lol. In the summer, which is now, i have my window open about a two inches and the ivy is directly in front so it gets plenty of ventilation and i watered my last ivy plant with half a glass of water every day but i assumed thats why it died cos i watered it too much but i did a bit of research on the internet and one website said ivy likes quite a bit of water so i dont know now lol. I really like this ivy as its green and white leaves are pretty and my Nan gave me it
Answer: It took me forever to find this but I believe its Variegated English ivy . So look up Variegated Ivy on google to learn how to care for it. ;P
Category: Stained Glass; Date: 2010-08-05
wood floor refinishing?
I have a small area by a sliding glass door consisting of about 8 boards ranging between 6" and 14" that have become water damaged due to water being tracked in through the door no leakage. Since its such a small area, I was thinking about sanding it down just past the top coat, so some of the black streaks are gone. I got a test board I had from leftover material, masked off a small 6" area and took it down by hand with 80 grit. I used Minwax Polyshades "Classic Natural Oak" to test the color and sheen vs. the original on the same board. Well, both match almost identically- certainly enough considering Ill be doing the whole board of the ones affected. I know this is not an ideal product to use, but the stain and sealer in one is very tempting. But I am worried about durability over time. Of course, what I did was just a test, and Id be using a power detail sander to effectively "clean" the area with the same 80 grit. Again, not a huge area and definitely not heavily traveled. Anyone else do something like this or have any thoughts? Thanks
Answer: seal with a floor grade polyurethane afterwards and you will acquire a durable finish
Category: Stained Glass; Date: 2010-08-04
WHITE HARD STUFF ON GLASS IN TANK/ water stain?
its like a limescale it happened when i covered the lid of my turtle tank because it is only half filled and the condensation got on the glass and i did not bother to remove it, now its gone hard and easy way to remove it or a chemical that wont kill the turtles/fish
Answer: Its limescale,try a razor-blade to scrape it off,works for me
Category: Stained Glass; Date: 2010-08-04
Is this good??????????????
Im Going to Put 3 Pieces here, please read and tell me what you think The words of the story enwrap my mind, seducing me with the elegant tongue they speak. “You say humanity, a race of cowards, fools, or criminals, can forestall a demise by which all species are commanded. You speak of civilization, yet you fail to see the aspect that civilization declines, the flaw by which no humanity may be perfected.” “Now my friend, may I ask, by what aspect does civilization decline.” “Trust.” “You speak of trust as if it were a weakness of man Without trust the greatest of men would crumble before his equals, or let their will bow to him” “Then let the strong rise up, the weak fall to their knees Humanity requires this scale, the weak must learn their place and the strong assume theirs Trust is a weakness my friend, for trust instills weakness, a softness of the heart It makes you bow to your lesser, it makes you plea to your equals, and makes you believe the false prophet. If that is not an anarchy worse than that which I speak, then let the blade of man pierce my heart and cut out my tongue” The chilling whine of the doorhinges awaken me from my transe, and I feel Richards presence in the room. “Got the intel?" my suave voice gently slips through my throat as I flip the course paper page. His heavy breathing replaces with a scratchy voice, "Took somethin awful, but I got it for ya. I want more though, an extra half a mil. They saw me and Im undoubtedly getting fired for this." " Trust is a weakness my friend, for trust instills weakness, a softness of the heart It makes you bow to your lesser, it makes you plea to your equals, and makes you believe the false prophet.” I ease myself up, placing my hand softly against my pistol. A quiver of hidden fear stumbles from his lips, "sir?" I pace across the concrete floor, echoeing footsteps fill in the silence. I sieze the small disk from his hand, and examine it over. Spinning on my heel I begin my way to the computer. "And my pa-" Before his word ends I remove the pistol from its leather holster, fling my arm back and squeeze the light trigger. The sound of thunder fills the room and rips through his chest, his corpse collapses to the ground, the soft body seeping crimson liquid. With the last once of life left in him he begs, "why..." "You trusted the false prophet, and now you fall to your knees." The lightning explodes through the barrel and shatters his skull. Ruby blood clings to the walls, the cieling, slowly trickling to the floor. "Thank you." ______________________________________… The world lay before me, broken like shattered glass. Blood ran through the streets, the sand, and the rivers. Bodies lay everywhere, un-buried, un-honored… unholy… The once beautiful city now lay waste. The streets blown apart from bombs, buildings shredding like paper. The skies, grey with sorrow, cry upon this fallout land. The smoke reaches unto the heavens and the fires light the night sky like candles. You can smell the reminisce of gun smoke… and the sickening smell of rotting death. In the distance the shrieks of survivors break the silence… begging for mercy- and the sound of receiving none. I can now feel the warm liquid creeping down my arms, chest, and legs. The taste of sweat and adrenaline fills my mouth. A screeching ring sounds in my ears and my vision gradually tints crimson red. Suddenly I feel someone tug on my corpse, screaming as he drags my limp body across the blood soaked dirt. Slowly but surely… his voice cracks through the night like a bullet… “You’re comin’ back alive.” ______________________________________… I carefully raise the gorgeous weapon from its resting place. The blade lies on my palm, hidden from sight by elegant black silk. On my other palm rests the weapons grip, enwrapped in a crimson stained cloth. As if water off a ducks back, the silk gracefully glides off the edge of the sword, revealing a magnificent blade. The blade glistens with thousands of lustrous spectrums in the dazzling light. Behind the brilliant gleams of the exterior, the inside of the blade seems to become an eternal abyss, pure darkness hidden in a veil of splendor. In the vertical center, the tip of the blade reaches out for the flesh of its enemies. On one side, the blade comes to such a fine edge it slice the very atoms that slide across it. This edge curves from the tip then begins a straight plummet to the hilt of the weapon. The contour then arches farther away from the grip, toward the ill-fated foe. The other side of the blade is a plateau, plummeting to the grip, then curving away, enclosing the guard. Down the flat face of the blade, smooth, elegant designs of gold wind and curve, masking the deadliness of the weapon with pure beauty. I grad gradually rise from my knee, hypnotized from the magnificence of my new weapon. I slide my hand across the velvety fabric on the hilt, slowly grasping it with every ounce of strength in my body. The palm of my other hand cautiously runs across and off the smooth blade. It rests in my hand with perfect poise, easiness, weightlessness; it seems as if it were merely a five foot extension to my arm. Blade in hand, I begin a leisurely stride to the center of the arena. The sweet sound of the sand crunching beneath my feet calms the butterflies attacking my stomach. A cool breeze carelessly wafts sand only a few inches above the ground. The sun gleams through the clear skies, searing heat engulfs the desert. My opponent approaches me swiftly, bloodlust glistens in his eyes. His skin color matches that of the snow white sand of the desert. My eyes inspect his hulking, muscular body, glistening in sweat. Soon, I meet his eyes with mine, the blood-shot whites, the blood-stained color, the cat-eye pupil hunger for death. The blade in his hand lacks the elegance, the humanity of mine, yet has its own beauty, hidden by its sleek, deathly look. A faint, red aura slowly begins to bleed from his free hand, ready to strike at me with deadly power. I too focus my energy into my free hand, it begins to tingle, it grows warmer, a subtle white aura engulfs my hand in a haze. The judges voice clearly echoes in the desert, “Fight to the death, last man standing is knighted.” In a flash, my foes hand extends towards my face. I swiftly duck underneath his attack and swing at his thin legs. He hops onto the blade of my weapon and back flips off, kicking me with an uppercut in the same swift movement. My bottom jaw smashes against the top, an immense crack sounds out loudly, my feet leave the soil and my body begins to flip in the air. I regain my composure and complete the back flip in midair, landing simultaneously as he. The instant our feet meet the earth, we kick off towards each other with all our might, kicking up a sandstorm of dirt in our wake. He swings his blade at my chest, reaching out my hand, I seize it in a vice grip mid-swing. With all my might I pivot my heel, free the fervent energy in my hand, and hurl him into the baby blue skies. The moment I release my hold, I leap up with him, the force of my jump denting the earth beneath. I extend my arm again and grasp his ankle as he climbs. Focusing all of my strength, I spin my body through the skies, his body in my hand as if he were a doll. I free his ankle and his ragdoll body flies into the Earth. The earth trembles, rock and powdered dust rockets out of the ground as his body indents the land, an earthquake shakes the entire Earth, a mere baby rattle. Light wind begins pushes away the light dust slowly, and he leisurely pushes himself from the fissure. Blood slowly drips from his mouth to the dust beneath us, his eyes begin to glow with hatred as he walks at me, and his heavy blade grows anxious to slice through my soft skin. Unexpectedly, he sprints toward me, an instance and his fist makes contact with my cheek, sickening crackles ring out as my teeth fracture and his knuckles break. Turning into a limp doll, my body is heaved across the desert, barrel rolling uncontrollably. Gravity slowly drags me back to the ground and the hot sand scratches and burns my skin, tears my clothing as I tumble across the land. Reclaiming my grace, I slam my palm against the course earth, launching myself into the air. I toss back right side up and land on my bloody feet, soon to be met by a blade merely feet away from slicing my corpse apart. I immediately parry with my blade. As our blades meet, sparks ignite, a huge boom echoes through the world, the kinetic wave causes us to slide across the slick dust. In a moment our blades meet once again, each of us immediately pull back and slash once more only to parry once more. We continue to swing and retreat, faster, faster. Our swords move so fast, they become merely a blur to the untrained eye. Thousands of swings cause a flurry of sparks, a dust storm begins to rage and our blades begin to glow with intense heat. Swiftly, he begins to tire from the exhausting storm of attacks, both of his hands grapple the hilt, his arms illuminate with crimson red as he hurls his blade at me. Quickly, I back flip into the air and grapple his face in my hand. Upon completing my flip, I heave his body onto the rigid ground. The sound of his bones cracking fills the silent desert as his carcass leaves an imprint in the land beneath. Once again, I fill my free hand with energy, but this time, more. A tingle runs through my arm, liquid warmth flows through my body as my hand begins to shimmer with white aura. I mutter under my breathe lightly, barely so that he can hear, “goodbye.” In an instant I release the built up energy, eager to explode with power. A brilliant white ball, spinning uncontrollably, launches from my palm, ravaging anything in its path. A roar of destruction shatters the silence, the Earth trembles, ragged fragments of stone and powdered rock soar into the sky. The sphere impacts his stomach, his eyes widen as it shreds his flesh as if a school of piranha. Blood begins to spurt from his mouth and surge from the vast hole in his gut. He gasps for breathe, but starts to suffocate and retch on the blood now overflowing his lungs. His eyes fade slowly; his remains grow even paler, even colder.
Answer: This is just to get you more ppl to answer honey. Past the three different stuff to three different posts. Thank you
Category: Stained Glass; Date: 2010-08-04
Do all the landlords in Boise Idaho try to rip off tenants security deposit?
I lived in my apt in SW Boise for 5 years. Not once did I pay later than the first of the month. I loved everything about living there until a new resident manager was hired in 2009. My complaints about her are endless, for example, over and over she sent out lease violation warnings to the whole apartment complex for dog poo being not picked up promptly and I have pictures of their yard being full of dog waste and they would pick it up eventually by the bucket full. The office had irregular office hours, she said she needed a nap in the early afternoon because she was pregnant. She didnt want to pay cable at her place so she closed our clubhouse when the office closed everyday so her family could watch free TV and her husband would have a place to tutor. She was rude at our every meeting. She started letting trash move into the neighborhood. These people screamed at their 3 children everyday from morning til night. We were told if we called CPS we would be sued. They refused to give me the name of the family so I could report this terrible abuse. I called CPS anyway and was told that the report would stay on file for only 24 hours to give me a chance to find out their name. I was unsuccessful. By the way, I was one of the 2000 volunteers that searched for a murdered boy here 1 year ago. My daughter has adopted 3 abused children. I know the signs to look for. I refused to live next to people who treat their children so cruelly and I couldnt do anything about the abuse. So, I gave 2 1/2 months notice of moving out on Apr 17, 2010 citing the reason for was because they allow child abusers to live there. I attended the move-out walk through with 1 apt employee and the main resident manager. A list was made of 6 minor issues like a smudge on a handle of a kitchen cabinet, dust on 2 blinds, a spot on a faucet, smudges on one glass. They did a professional walk through touching every surface and inspecting everything. I had these few items cleaned within an hour. I was then given the ok that all was satisfactory for my deposit to be returned. I received a letter 10 days later informing me that I would get back my $800 deposit minus the $89 carpet cleaning fee already agreed upon. So I waited and waited. On the 31st of July I went into the office to inquire of my deposit and was told that they revised my deposit because of damages. SEVERE pet damage 2/7 cost to replace carpet $375 dirt around light switches extra $150 in paint extra cleaning for unknown reason $79.14. And $89 because they tried to clean the carpets before they decided they would charge me for the carpet replacement. It said my final refund would be $106.86 and it would be processed soon. I sent a Letter of Demand on the 31st giving 3 days to return my full deposit of $800. Im still waiting. Anyone know anything to do other than complaining to the BBB and Consumer Protection? I guess my next course of action is small claims. I would protest with signs outside their property but dont know the legality issues yet. My carpets were from the 1985 construction therefore already 10 years old when I moved in. My move-in checklist noted a black ring around every carpet in the apt and stains noted on my paperwork. I also by contract don’t have to pay for painting because I lived there the required 37+ months. Any suggestions appreciated?
Answer: Wait to see what happens. If they dont come around, tell them you are going to take them to small claims if they dont pay. If they still dont pay, take them to small claims court and bring the first letter they sent you telling you it would be $800-89. Tell the judge your story, show him the letter. 100% guarantee you will win. They already inspected and agreed via the letter that you were owed that amount. They cant change their minds two months later. If they send you a check for less than what you are owed, do not cash it Keep it for court. And call the BBB to complain too. Good luck.
Category: Stained Glass; Date: 2010-08-03
