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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)
INTRODUCTION (Repeated for those new to the series)
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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.
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Afternoon
I grow breathless just lying still. My limbs are set in concrete and my mind in less than neutral. There is a limpness to my resolution but Dr. Conway assures me that my physical and mental recovery will take place, even though slowly. He can make no promises about the destination, however.
I write in past, present and future tenses, but of what use are tenses when time is a slow whirlwind trying to make sense of itself?First, I was afraid of death. Now I’m afraid I may go into permanent low gear. I’ve sprinted all my life. Full throttle and forward thrust. As long as I can remember, even my dreams have been action-filled additions to my waking hours. My heart attack is no prize to be won at the end of a race. The end? No, not yet!
I simply need to turn my one-hundred-yard-dash into a marathon. Not a stopping, just a slowing down, an easing off. There’s less blur that way and maybe I’ll see more clearly where I am. Maybe I’ll even take a second look at people and things instead of always rushing on.
I grow breathless just lying still. My limbs are set in concrete and my mind in less than neutral. There is a limpness to my resolution but Dr. Conway assures me that my physical and mental recovery will take place, even though slowly. He can make no promises about the destination, however.
I write in past, present and future tenses, but of what use are tenses when time is a slow whirlwind trying to make sense of itself?First, I was afraid of death. Now I’m afraid I may go into permanent low gear. I’ve sprinted all my life. Full throttle and forward thrust. As long as I can remember, even my dreams have been action-filled additions to my waking hours. My heart attack is no prize to be won at the end of a race. The end? No, not yet!
I simply need to turn my one-hundred-yard-dash into a marathon. Not a stopping, just a slowing down, an easing off. There’s less blur that way and maybe I’ll see more clearly where I am. Maybe I’ll even take a second look at people and things instead of always rushing on.
“Where have you been, Thomas Kettering? I have hardly an answer for my inner voice. I never really paused to see.”
“How do you feel, dad?” My son. It was a pleasure to see him.
“You look so much better today,” Nancy said. I don’t know how much better I really looked but she seemed glad as she said it. Maybe our battered love is not yet completely smashed.
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Where’s Connie?” But then I remembered. Nancy had explained about the
school choir trip and I had said there was no reason for her not to go.
“I’m getting along all right. She’s worked so hard to make it, don’t let
her miss the opportunity.”
With a gentle smile Nancy had replied, “Thank you, Tom.”
With a gentle smile Nancy had replied, “Thank you, Tom.”
To be continued
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Below is a quote from Wyrick’s Writings blog entitled ANGER VS. PATIENCE
“After
the old man had departed, God called out to Abraham and asked where the
stranger was. Abraham replied, “I sent him on his way because he did
not worship you.”
God answered “I have suffered him all his eighty years although he dishonors me. Could you not endure for just one night?”
God suffers us, endures us! And forgives us and loves us and sets such a perfect example for us.”
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BELOW IS A QUOTE FROM the SERIES…
A HEAVENLY CONSTRUCTION PROGRAM(1st in series) (on this Wyrck’s Writing blog)
“I
have always been intrigued by a question God put to Adam, “Where are
you?” Why did He ask that? What is the meaning behind this? It wasn’t a
geographical question, for certainly God knew the answer to that one.
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BELOW IS A QUOTE FROM the SERIES on this Wyrick’s Writings site entitled ANGER IS A KILLER.
“Do you enjoy visiting friends? More than likely you’re thinking, Preacher, of course, I do.
Now let me ask the other side of the coin - Do you enjoy visiting enemies? No?
Well,
I know you must enjoy visiting at least one enemy because, like myself,
you probably visit this one quite often. Unfortunately, we all …visit
this enemy…whose name is anger.
Some visit anger seldom . Some on a regular basis. And during those visits, some spew and others stew.”
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