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RUST ON MY SOUL (A Novel) (Published by Bridge Press in 1985 & Distributed Internationally)
RUST ON MY SOUL (A Novel) (Published by Bridge Press in 1985 & Distributed Internationally)
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INTRODUCTION (Repeated for those new to the series)
In an old loose leaf notebook, Thomas Kettering wrote when there was a cry from his heart. He wrote when his inner longing spilled over into the reality of his days. He did not write every day, only when he felt he must. How often he wrote or when is not important. The journey is what counts, for it is a diary about all of us, to all of us. “A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step,” and even a stumble is a step.
In an old loose leaf notebook, Thomas Kettering wrote when there was a cry from his heart. He wrote when his inner longing spilled over into the reality of his days. He did not write every day, only when he felt he must. How often he wrote or when is not important. The journey is what counts, for it is a diary about all of us, to all of us. “A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step,” and even a stumble is a step.
Evening
I’m not really so much angry at the world as confused.
Why have we let humanity get so dog-eared? Crime has made me no longer responsive to trust.
Welfare, since it is impossible to tell the needy from the listless, causes us to disgustedly assign the title “bum” to everyone who isn’t working And politicians are probably no better or worse than they ever were, but victim to the myopic eye of television focusing on them with never-ending klieg lights and questions.
Very modern Nancy and all too modern Tom, all of us and any of us suffer from information overload.
We are no better prepared to deal with our own living rooms than man ever was, except that now, prepared or not, the whole world has entered our living room.
Evening
Immanuel Kant said that two things filled him with unutterable awe: the starry heavens above and the moral law within.
What is moral law? What about my values? Good, bad or indifferent, they’re what I live by.
I hope I’m not completely for sale to the highest bidder. If God offered me a million dollars for my devotion, is that the only way He’d get it”
The thought makes me sick.
Late night
God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? More than once I’ve wondered if I am but one of million of lost children of a forgetful Father.
Where have you gone out there? Have you gone to minister to a better, more obedient, more worthy set of children? Have we had our chance and muffed it?
Afternoon
The minister this morning was ill prepared to preach and I was unprepared to listen. So as I sat looking at the pulpit, my mind wandered, and I found myself wondering what it would be like of God came down and delivered the weekly sermon.
Would He speak of love or would He severely admonish us? Would He look like Saliman’s :Head of Christ”? Would He have angels on either side all bright and shinning?
On the other hand, if John the Baptist came in his sackcloth and ashes I’m sure we’d all be so shocked at his appearance that we’d miss his message.
Did God make a mistake when He gave us so much that was good for free? Maybe in the beginning He should have created price tags as well as beauty. Maybe we’d lie down in green pastures and walk beside still waters if it were two dollars for the walk and a dollar for the still waters and only two-fifty if we took them both as a package deal.
Maybe Adam and Eve would have appreciated the Garden of Eden more if they’d had to make mortgage payments to keep their tenancy.
But maybe just maybe, there are price tags and we just have problems finding the right currency.
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To view an abundance of unusual stories by Neil Wyrick go to his other blog ONE A DAY, YOUR SPIRITUAL VITAMINS
Click on the following URL
The minister this morning was ill prepared to preach and I was unprepared to listen. So as I sat looking at the pulpit, my mind wandered, and I found myself wondering what it would be like of God came down and delivered the weekly sermon.
Would He speak of love or would He severely admonish us? Would He look like Saliman’s :Head of Christ”? Would He have angels on either side all bright and shinning?
On the other hand, if John the Baptist came in his sackcloth and ashes I’m sure we’d all be so shocked at his appearance that we’d miss his message.
Did God make a mistake when He gave us so much that was good for free? Maybe in the beginning He should have created price tags as well as beauty. Maybe we’d lie down in green pastures and walk beside still waters if it were two dollars for the walk and a dollar for the still waters and only two-fifty if we took them both as a package deal.
Maybe Adam and Eve would have appreciated the Garden of Eden more if they’d had to make mortgage payments to keep their tenancy.
But maybe just maybe, there are price tags and we just have problems finding the right currency.
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To view an abundance of unusual stories by Neil Wyrick go to his other blog ONE A DAY, YOUR SPIRITUAL VITAMINS
Click on the following URL
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