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VOLUME XVIII, NUMBER 1
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JANUARY / FEBRUARY 2002
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Cover Story
Charter schools: The price is too high

Charter schools: Look before you leap

Regular Features
Freedom watch

A contrario sensu

Active Cases

Notes to members

Prayer and praise

President's page

Across the States
State by State

FYI
HSLDA social services contact policy

A plethora of forms

HSLDA legal contacts for August 2001

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a contrario sensu
Ham, I am.

I was reading my two daughters the book Did Adam Have a Bellybutton? by creationist Ken Ham. When we read the part about whether or not Noah ate meat before the flood, the author asserted his belief that people were vegetarian before the flood and quoted Genesis 1:29-30, and 9:3. My daughter (who is very concrete in her thinking) wanted to know, "If people were vegetarians before the flood, then why did Noah name one of his sons Ham?"

- Janet Crosmer, Conway, AR

Dancing to God's timing

Recently, I glimpsed the effect that even our unheard thoughts can have upon those around us. As my kindergarten daughter sat at the table with me, doing schoolwork, I absent-mindedly drummed my fingers on the table to a tune only my subconscious could hear.

As my daughter raised me from my reverie, I noticed her body, though seated, was moving in time to my fingers. She called, "Mother, Please don't do that. It makes me dance." Her subconscious was responding to the quiet unheard tune of my subconscious.

Oh, that my conscious and subconscious would respond to God's quiet drumbeat the way she did to mine; that I could truly say, "I am dancing to God's timing!"

—J.R. and Sherri Moehle, Cantonment, FL

That wild feeling!

When our son, Ryan, was 4, he complained about being carsick after an afternoon ride.

I didn't recall his exhibiting any symptoms and asked him what "car sick" meant.

He replied, "Oh, you know, Mom-car sick is when you're sick and tired of riding in the car and your body is going wild!"

—Karen Logan, Penngrove, CA

Who's got my sweet tooth?

When our youngest son was around 5 or 6, he lost his first tooth. We did a "special lesson" just for him so he could understand the process.

During the conversation, the term sweet tooth came up, and we started to discuss its meaning. Before I could finish explaining, my son became really upset!

As I tried to console him, he asked anxiously, "Did I just lose my sweet tooth?"

—Mary E. Fusco, Clarkesburg, MD

Have your cake and share it, too

As a family of 12, birthdays are a regular occurrence in our home. Due to our size, we never quite "finish off" a cake in one sitting, yet there's never enough for everyone to have a second portion.

At our last celebration, 6-year-old Evan, realizing he never sees the cake again, asked thoughtfully, "Mom . . . What do we do with the leftover cake-sell it, or give it to the poor?"

—Mrs. Brian Thompson, Oxford, MI

Not the job for me!

About a week after the terrorist attack on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon, my 8-year-old son commented, "Gee, mom, I wouldn't want to be the President of the United States."

Since I had shared basic information about the tragedy with him, and we had been praying about it, I assumed that he was realizing how stressful all this was to President Bush, what difficult decisions he'd be making, and the awesome responsibility of these decisions, etc.

So I asked, "Tell me, Asher, why would you not want to be the president?"

He replied, "Well, I'd have to dress up every day!"

—Barbara Korycka, Malverne, NY

Just like "real" school!

During the summer leading up to our first year of home schooling, my children had decided they wanted more structure like a "real" school. So, on the first day of our home school, we sat around the dining room table. The kids had their backpacks, notepads and glue sticks. I suggested we open in prayer. Ever a stickler for details, my 9-year-old son, Greg, reminded me that we were supposed to be exactly like "real" school.

My daughter, Lacey, and I looked at him and began to giggle.

Puzzled, Greg looked down and began to laugh as well. He was wearing his bathrobe and slippers, wrapped in a blanket.

—Caryn Mitchell, Centralia, WA


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