A great source of comfort to me is my faith in Christ. As I strive to live it daily, I see the light at the end of the tunnel–sometimes. At other times it’s not that easy. Sometimes belief is not enough to endure. It’s at those times that I dive deep into study of the scripture. This is more than mere effort. Mining certain scriptures can open the mind to this world in a way that nothing else can. It is this illumination that has helped many down through the ages during difficulties beyond what humans should be able to bear.

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The greatest invention of all time is the automobile. I like it for the same reasons we all do, the convenience, safety and self-reliance. The greatness of our civilization is due to the timely transport of goods and people. Airplanes are fantastic but the comforts of modern life are possible because of the car. The main drawback, I believe is driver error. Yet to be perfected is the ability to prevent accidents. If we could develop a way to prevent them, a great hurdle will have been cleared. I don’t know how exactly but I am sure it is possible.

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Jerusalem 33 AD. Imagine listening to Jesus Christ in his own words. The power of His thoughts, the charisma of His being. Or would I be an unbeliever. If I heard Him speak would I have thought Him a wandering tramp, an unwashed beggar, who although He had a trade wasn’t doing an honest days work. Would I have cried for Barrabas, the freedom fighter to be freed, instead of Jesus the dreamer? What if I went back and persuaded them to free Jesus – what would His message have meant then? What if Pontius Pilate had shown mercy? Maybe I should pick a safer time to travel back like 1939.

He wasn’t even my teacher. I didn’t have to see him every day. I didn’t have to listen to him. But one day he came into our class. Our own teacher was out, and we were being noisy. He singled me out. Unfairly. I wasn’t being noisy, I was actually working on my homework for the next class. But I was closest to him, closest to the door. He blamed me. Unfairly. I was upset. I told him it was not fair. He didn’t listen. I hated that he didn’t listen. More than I hated that he had blamed me. He wasn’t even my teacher.