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What is Truth?

Written by: Gene Washburne

Was Hitler really evil? Does it depend on who you talk to or is there some universal standard by which we can say definitively his actions and indeed the man himself were evil? It is very popular nowadays to be skeptical about absolute truth claims. While individual truth claims should be investigated and not taken merely at face value, the idea of an absolute truth is one with a great deal of merit and plausibility. For example, Christians claim that Jesus is the only way that an individual can transcend her present reality and plug into the force that governs that reality. Well how can that be true if there are some people who live their whole lives without ever hearing about Jesus? It seems there would have to be another way. People take ideas and questions like that and form a kind of fuzzy belief that there are many ways to commune with the divine. Truth becomes plural and/or relative. There are many truths and they are relative to a person's experiences. While this is certainly an attractive and appealing thought, it is in and of itself an absolute truth claim. As such, it should be examined. If it is true that all truth is relative to the individual, then there is no standard above the individual. On that basis, we cannot say that Hitler was wrong. Indeed, we cannot say that anything is wrong, nor, for that matter that anything is right.

At this point, as this is an old discussion, some attempt is made to discern between right and wrong without resorting to a religious archetype. Several attempts are made to offer explanations apart from God. Bertrand Russell, the late noted atheist, would say that decisions should be made on the basis of how they will affect our grandchildren. Friedrich Nietzsche would say, in essence, might makes right. Less devoted thinkers offer that Hallmark Hall of Fame, country music, ABC after-school special sentimental answer that all good people go to heaven, all bad people cease to exist as the concept of hell is distasteful.

Betrand Russell's answer must be dismissed. He attributes all so-called evil and violence to world religion. This is similar to John Lennon's sentiments in his song "Imagine." This is a completely irresponsible, willfully ignorant view of human nature. We are not basically or fundamentally good. The whole sorry scope of human history cannot be attributed solely to religion.

Friedrich Nietzsche's sentiments are the most consistent. If "God is dead", then there is no morality. A person may do whatever she is strong enough to do and concepts like right and wrong simply do not apply. Few embrace this concept but again, apart from a religious worldview, this is the most consistent. This is why religion of some kind will always accompany civilized humanity. God will never "die" because the alternative is nigh unspeakable (I am fully aware of the irony of that statement).

I won't even remark on the third alternative. Just think about it for about half an hour and you should see how false it is.

So, some standard above humanity must then exist. There is moral good and moral evil. How can we know which standard is the true standard? First of all, be honest about reality and human nature. We are not in good shape. We are not getting better. We are not leaving the world in better shape for our grandchildren than we found it. That's not pessimism or religious rhetoric. It is a fair assessment. Are there religions which honestly recognize that humanity is helpless to transcend our reality? In truth, as an unbiased thinker would expect, there is only one. Our individual liberty, consumer mindset expects there to be choices but if there is a standard that is true, there won't be versions of it which are more and less true or more and less effective.

The true standard would acknowledge human incapability. On this basis, the true standard would not expect humanity to participate in our transcendence. Whether you realize it or not, all world religions save one become obsolete at this point. Any belief system which teaches that the supplicant or person desiring transcendence must perform some task or tasks in order to earn transcendence must be dismissed because we are incapable of transcendence. So is there a belief system which offers a transcendence that is already accomplished or earned? Again, there is only one. This is not a version or facsimile of itself. In true, undiluted Christianity Jesus substituted Himself in place of humanity to be punished for our failures. Every society, regardless of how primitive, has a system of crime and punishment. It is foolish to assume the force that governs reality would not. Jesus lived perfectly according to the transcendent standard of moral good and evil and then offered Himself freely and willingly to be punished in our place. He then gives credit for being perfect on the basis of His death to anyone He wants to regardless of anything particular to that person.

Finally, the reason this system seems evil to people like Bertrand Russell and Friedrich Nietzsche is because humanity is all they see and so human good becomes their standard. In the same way that my good is more important than the good of a blade of grass, the good of the force which governs reality is greater than my good. We all understand that the good of the community is greater than the good of the individual in many cases. When a policeman gives his life in the line of duty, we see this as a heroic act. We see Dr. Martin Luther King as a martyr. Well, there is a good that is higher than the good of humanity because there is something above humanity. I can definitively say by this standard that what Adolf Hitler did was evil. If someone lives their whole life and never hears about Jesus and does not transcend his reality but rather is punished for his failures, this is justice which is a good concept. Who among us but a guilty criminal would dare suggest that it is better that people not have to pay for their crimes (Again, I see the irony)? If someone wrongfully takes my son's life that person should be punished. How is it bad when a criminal pays the price for her crimes? It isn't bad. It is what should happen, even according to Nietzsche. What is most sublimely beautiful however is the idea, even the reality that a person's crimes may be punished without the person being punished himself and furthermore in the punishment of the crimes a way is made to rehabilitate the criminal and ultimately usher in an existence where it's as if the crimes were never committed. Only the pure, undiluted, unadulterated, graceful gospel of Jesus of Nazareth offers this sublime transcendence. Romans 3:21-26

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A Journey to Faith

I found this article on the web while stumbling and really liked it. All credit toGod and then the auther, Holley Ordway

I didn't want to become a Christian. A year ago I'd have laughed at the very idea. Last spring, I was 31 years old, and I'd been a strongly atheistic agnostic for as long as I could remember. I'd never looked for God and never felt the need to; I felt that any rational, well-educated person like myself (I have a Ph.D.) would agree that religion was a social invention and that Christianity was a particularly annoying superstition.

And now I'm writing this, a baptized Christian, witnessing to my faith and to the power of God in transforming my life.

This story originally appeared in Issue 25 of RELEVANT (March/April 2007).

How did I get here from there?

It all started over coffee with a friend from my fencing club. When a post-tournament conversation about favorite authors led to the discovery of shared admiration for The Chronicles of Narnia, the conversation shifted from casual chit-chat into a discussion about God. I'd only recently learned that this friend was a Christian, so I found myself intrigued to hear a very different perspective on the "big issues" of life.

In my experience, people in conversations like this usually start discussing the Bible and Jesus ... not understanding that there's no point in talking about what God wants if you don't think there's a God! I'd never met someone who was willing to meet me at square one: discussing the existence of God in the first place. I'd never had a conversation with a serious Christian who was genuinely interested in what I had to say, someone who challenged my assumptions and accepted challenges in return without being defensive. For the first time, I felt that I could ask the questions I'd always wanted to ask and feel safe, to feel respected, not judged.

What did we talk about? We talked about whether it was possible to know what happens beyond death ... about where morality comes from ... about justice and mercy ... about whether the universe had a beginning, and if so, was there a creator? We talked for hours, until finally I had to go home.

"I'll have to think about all of this some more," I said.

And I did. I could hardly sleep that night. A gigantic crack had opened up in what I'd thought was a perfectly consistent worldview. Now that I had these strange new ideas in my head, I knew I had to follow up on them.

The next two months became a journey to answer the question "What is true?" I didn't have an agenda. I didn't want to believe in God. I didn't want to become a Christian. My old worldview had its challenges, but also its consolations; I was comfortable in it. But once I'd faced up to questions that I couldn't answer, I couldn't go back.

As an avid reader, I found it natural to turn to books for the information and ideas I needed to wrestle with, and authors like C.S. Lewis and N.T. Wright provided plenty of thought-provoking material. The conversation with my friend that had started over coffee became an ongoing one, as we talked about what I'd been reading and what it meant in my life. First we worked through the arguments about the existence of a First Cause, and I came to understand that yes, there was a Creator. Then we talked about whether that Creator would have a personal relationship with us. (My friend was careful not to push me, sticking for a long time to the neutral "First Cause." Finally one night I said, "You know, it's OK—you can say 'God' now." We laughed.)

I vividly remember one particular discussion. We were standing outside the gym, and my friend said to me, "I bet that you know it's wrong to kill an innocent person even more than you know that there's a trash can behind you." And it was true. Despite having walked past this spot every week for months, I had never paid enough attention to be certain that there was a trash can right there. But I was certain that it is wrong to kill an innocent person. Something clicked, and I started to understand how our ideas of morality have to come from a higher source—from God.

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Up to this point the journey had been intellectual, not emotional. Now something else was happening. One of the authors I'd read suggested that you could rationally determine the truth of Christianity by testing if it applied to your own life. The idea intrigued me, and I started planning such an experiment. Let's say I invite God into my life ... what would a positive result of this experiment look like? Or a negative result? I'm sure it seemed like an odd way to approach things, but my friend took up the challenge. A positive result: an awareness of the Other, or an "I get it" moment. A negative result: more confusion, or nothing at all. It was all hypothetical: What might I expect if I tried such an experiment?

Then it hit me.

Without knowing it, I'd already started the experiment. And something was happening. I'd noticed a difference in ... well, in the texture of my existence. It was like the feeling of being slightly feverish, except that this wasn't physical. It was something real, something happening to me and in me ... something I hadn't expected and therefore certainly wasn't inventing.

We didn't need to try the experiment. That Easter Sunday, I realized that the result had already come in, and it was overwhelmingly, shockingly positive.

I think that there are many ways of coming to God. Letting me come to understand His existence before I knew His love was an incredible gift. I think that I needed to accept Him with my mind before I could trust accepting Him with my heart. If it had been the other way around, I think I would have been dogged with doubt, always wondering if I believed because I wanted to believe.

The consequence of this gift was that going from an intellectual understanding of God to an actual experience of Him was a real shock. Imagine it like this: from studying your science textbook, you understand that there is such a thing as gravity, and that it works in a particular way. Great.

Then you fall off a cliff.

Now you know what gravity is.

Around this time, we'd started talking about miracles: Did God act in the world? It swiftly became apparent that the real question wasn't "can miracles happen?" It was whether one specific miracle had happened: the Resurrection.

The man named Jesus had preached, been crucified, died. That much I accepted as historical fact. But was this man the Son of God? Had Jesus risen from the dead? If that were true, Christianity was true.

This was frightening stuff. I was close, very close, to something life-altering. I knew that if this were true, it would change ... everything.

I started reading about the Resurrection, and about the historical accuracy of the New Testament. I put all my considerable skills as a scholar to the task; you could call it the most important research project of my life. Bit by bit, I saw how the evidence for the Resurrection added up. If I accepted this, I knew I would have to become a Christian. I was, as my friend put it, "wandering in the country of the kingdom": not inside it, not quite outside it either.

I could see what was coming. It was a tremendous commitment, and it scared me. "If the Resurrection is true ... then what does it mean for me?" I asked.

"That's the big question."

My friend offered me a helpful way of viewing my situation. It was as if I were afraid to fly because I was worried the plane would crash. I could have all the details of plane construction and aerodynamics explained to me; I could look at the logbook to see that all the safety checks had been done. I could say that I believed it was safe to fly on this plane, even buy a ticket and get my boarding pass. But it would be a different thing to actually board the plane and go on the flight.

I was afraid. What if I couldn't take that final step? The reply: "You will." That quiet confidence was tremendously reassuring.

In mid-May, I had a dream. The details aren't important. What matters is that when I woke up from it, in the stillness of the small hours of the morning, I knew with perfect clarity that Jesus really had died and been resurrected. Intellectually I'd understood it, but now the final piece fit into the puzzle: I knew it was true in my heart. I also awoke understanding why I was so afraid of becoming a Christian: I knew I'd have to say, "Not my will, but Yours, be done," and that meant giving up control. Having realized that, I was still afraid ... but now I knew I could take that step.

The next day I went out to dinner with a group of fencers from our club, and walked a bit ahead with my friend. I was bursting to tell about my decision, but all I said was, "I bought the ticket." That was all I needed to say. The look of surprise and joy on my friend's face is one I hope I'll never forget.

After we got back from dinner, we sat down together so that I could pray, for the first time in my life. I didn't know what to say, so my friend spoke the words, and I repeated them. I acknowledged that I was a sinner, that Christ was my Savior, that God had made me and that I was His child; and I asked for a personal relationship with Him.

My friend was quite firm that as a Christian I needed to start going to church, and within the next few weeks helped find one that was right for me. God was at work here too, because from the first day at St. Michael's, I knew I had found a spiritual home. Here I have a loving family in Christ who have provided support, protection and guidance as I've taken up the challenge of living the Christian life.

And so one chapter in my life came to a close, and another one began. It felt like the endpoint of my journey, but it was in reality just the very first step.

I don't think it's a coincidence that God chose when He did to reach out to me, because He saved me, quite literally. At the time that I became a Christian, I was trapped in an abusive marriage. I'd been trying to hide it for years, consumed by shame, self-doubt and self-loathing; I clung to the poisonous hope of "maybe tomorrow it will be different" while knowing it was a lie. In public my husband was adept at putting on the act of a model spouse, which isolated me further because no one saw what he was like in private. Things had become worse since I'd become a Christian: he reacted with hatred and contempt, and didn't let up on me. I kept my Bible hidden in a drawer, because I couldn't face the things he'd say when he saw me reading it.

For someone like me, who desperately wanted to believe that some-
how I could make everything be OK if I just tried hard enough, it is difficult to admit how close I was to a breakdown, or worse. I started to think of suicide and what a relief it would be. Even now I find myself wanting to look away from that moment in my memory; I would have left it out of this account if I didn't feel that it is an important witness to the work of God in my life.

Because if I had not been a Christian by then ... what would I have done? I'll never know, thanks be to God, because I did turn to Him.

Day after day, I prayed for Him to help me. The turning point was when I tried something my priest had described in a sermon: giving everything to God. One night I went outside and, in prayer, consciously gave God everything I was, everything that I had, everything that I'd ever achieved or would achieve. All the things I loved, all the things I feared, my hopes, dreams—everything. I made the choice to put my life wholly and without reservation in His hands. He had given it all to me in the first place; now I acknowledged that it was all His to do with as He willed.

I felt drained and weak, but somehow I knew I'd done the right thing.

Over the next few weeks, I continued to pray, asking for the wisdom to know His will and the strength to obey it. And He answered me. At the end of the summer, with His strength—not mine—I was able to walk away from the abuse and start a new life. It meant giving up on my dream of a happy married life. But God doesn't give us what we want; He gives us what we need. I've spent the past months in an intense process of discernment, and I've come to realize, through His continued guidance, that His plan for me is better than anything I could have imagined.

On Oct. 1, 2006, I was baptized into the body of Christ, and it was with great joy that I had my friend as my sponsor. I discovered that being "born again" is more than a nice metaphor. I had thought that baptism was just a way to show the community that I'd become a Christian, but I discovered that it really is sacramental; I felt the Holy Spirit that day and have continued to since then. In a very real sense, my life began that day, when I was "marked as Christ's own forever."

I've learned to call Him Father ... to trust that He really does love and forgive me. I've cried bitter tears and asked Him to heal me, knowing that only He can—and that He will. I've discovered that when I ask Him to speak to me, He does—sometimes in unexpected ways and with a challenging message. I'm starting to understand the way in which I am part of Christ through His Church. I'm learning how much joy there is in offering Him my self, my soul and body.

It's as if I'd lived all my life in a windowless room lit by flickering fluorescent tubes ... and then one day, with the help of a friend, I opened a door in the wall and stepped outside into a glorious summer day at noon, with the sun dazzlingly bright in a cloudless blue sky. I thought I knew what light was; I was wrong. Now I know that He is the Light. Amen. 2

Holly E. Ordway lives in San Diego, Calif., where she teaches college English. When she's not in the classroom or at St. Michael's-by-the-Sea Episcopal Church, she's probably fencing, studying theology and the Bible, writing or catching up on her reading.

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It is Veterans Day. It is the day , the one day a year, when we are to remember you and say thank you. Shame on us. Everyday should be Veterans Day. We should say thank you EVERY DAY. You are special. You are amazing. You volunteer to protect us. You volunteer to fight for us. You volunteer to die for us. You volunteer to be away from your family for months, years even for us.

I am so proud of you. I am so honored by you. I am so humbled by you. I am so in debt to you.

Thank You
Nashu Barnard aka Rockcrawler

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What would you say

What would you say if you had one last chance to talk to people? What would you tell them?

I would say:

I love Jesus, he died for me and saved me even though I am not worthy. I want to live to be as holy as I can.

I love my wife, she has done things for me and she saved me even though I am not worthy.

I love my kids, Samantha is so amazing and she makes me smile and she makes me proud. I love the twins. Fox has such a neat attitude, I know he will do great things. Brooklyn is a hoot, she is always smiling and she to will do great things.

I love The Old Man Mafia. These folks aremy true friends and I would do anything for them.

Be kind, every day.

If you are a dad, be a man, Be a DADDY. Love your children, be with them. be part of their lives.

Be patient, people are good.

Life is not about what you have, its about who you are with and what you do. Live ti help, give yourself and you will recieve 10fold in return.

Be nice to animals, I love my dogs.

This is the only chance we have here. Don't be scared, give your life to God, he wants you to live, and to live abundantly!!

OK, Bye

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Children See Children Do

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I like these

You say: "It's impossible"

God says: All things are possible

(Luke 18:27)

You say: "I'm too tired"

God says: I will give you rest

(Matthew 11:28-30)

You say: "Nobody really loves me"

God says: I love you

(John 3:16 & John 3:34 )

You say: "I can't go on"

God says: My grace is sufficient

(II Corinthians 12:9 & Psalm 91:15)

You say: "I can't figure things out"

God says: I will direct your steps

(Proverbs 3:5-6)

You say: "I can't do it"

God says: You can do all things

(Philippians 4:13)

You say: "I'm not able"

God says: I am able

(II Corinthians 9:

You say: "It's not worth it"

God says: It will be worth it

(Roman 8:28 )

You say: "I can't forgive myself"

God says: I Forgive you

(I John 1:9 & Romans 8:1)

You say: "I can't manage"

God says: I will supply all your needs

(Philippians 4:19)

You say: "I'm afraid"

God says: I have not given you a spirit of fear

(II Timothy 1:7)

You say: "I'm always worried and frustrated"

God says: Cast all your cares on ME

(I Peter 5:7)

You say: "I'm not smart enough"

God says: I give you wisdom

(I Corinthians 1:30)

You say: "I feel all alone"

God says: I will never leave you or forsake you

(Hebrews 13:5)

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Parents Relationships...

The source root of the problem is not the games or movies but the parents. I truly believe that.

Columbia University commissioned a study after columbine to find out how family structure between a single parent family headed by the mother and a two parent biological family headed by a Father and Mother and how it effected a child's involvement in drugs and alcohol and how it extrapolated to violence. When they released the study, this is what it showed:

A) A child raised in single parent home where the mother is the head, is 30% more likely to be involved in drugs, alcohol and violence. [i](thats a pretty high percentage)[/i]

B) A child raised in a 2 parent family BUT there is a fair to POOR relationship with the father, is 68% more likely. (HOLY COW, THAT IS OVER TWICE AS LIKELY as the above)

C) A child raised in a a 2 parent family BUT there is a GOOD to EXCELLENT relationship with the father, It is stated, by Columbia in the negative because of the way the norm was established in the study... that child is 94% LESS LIKELY to ever be involved in drugs alcohol and violence. In other words it is possible, but not probable.

It is not just the structure of the family but the relationship within that structure and that relationship is THE responsibility of the parents.

The FBI , after Columbine, spent millions on developing a profile to help teachers, administrators and school police help identify potential shooters. After several years and studying 17 shooters they found THREE main ingredients to the profile.

1) They are all white. Not Hispanic or Black or minority. White

2) They are middle class

3) The father is either absent or distant in the parenting process.

It is up to us as parents to teach and love and nurture our children. I think the biggest problem facing this country today is the lack of the Daddy. Mothers, you guys are taken for granted, you will always be their to love, to help to hold you children, it is just a given. It is when a FATHER does it that it is out of the norm.

I will go one more.... Johns Hopkins Medical School did a 30 years study.. 30 YEARS. They wanted to see if their was a single predicting factor, and single link , if they could look at a young person's life and say if this is true then they have a greater potential, not a guarantee just a greater potential for 5 things.
1) Mental Illness
2) Hypertension
3) Malignant Tumor
4) Coronary Heart Disease
5) Suicide

Could they look at a young at a young person and see a single thing and say they are more likely to have the above. 30 years, 1377 graduates of Johns Hopkins, the study by Dr. Thomas Andwasinsky.

After 30 years they found the most significant predictor was the Lack of Closeness to ones Parents
I though Come On.... but then I read and understood why within 3 minutes and it made sense. It is something that all of us have everyday and we all handle it differently, sometimes good sometime bad.

STRESS

They found that a child raised in a loving and intimate environment as they grow up can handle stress SO MUCH BETTER in their life.

We should quite looking to blame outside issues. Quite looking to blame the games, movies etc. Of coarse they are not healthy for all kids and ages and should be monitored and restricted according to age and maturity. THAT IS WHAT PARENTS SHOULD DO for petes sake.

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Blog

So much on my mind lately. So much rushing through my head. I am thinking about God every day all the time and how I can live my life according to his word, and I am enjoying life so much more. I am just so amazed at how much I am learning, at how it applies to daily life and how it truly gives me a direction.

I have been listening and reading so many different things, reading the Bible, listening to a few different scholars, Alister Begg, James Dobson, Ryan Dobson, Ken Davis, and Josh McDowell to name a few . They all say the same thing in a round about way and I truly believe it. God loves me. Jesus loves me. He knows who I am and the struggles I go through. I have started thanking him for the good times and even more important, thanking him for the bad. It is in these bad times that I have learned the lessons I need to keep me out of the bad. Until opened my heart to Jesus, I just was mad about why me. Why am I always hurt. Why can't I make more money, why are my kids pre-mature, why why why..... now I understand. I know that God has a reason for what he does and if we just look and more important ask and even MORE important...LISTEN. Listen and will hear and learn.

Why was I alone so long. Why did the first to true loves in my life hurt me so??? Because I was not ready and God knew I was not ready. I needed to learn about listening and caring and being their for someone. He also knew that he had made a PERFECT women for me. He has, He has let me be with her and I am blessed. I understand

I am so filled with the love God has for me. The sacrifices he made for me. The time he has taken for me. I have learned from him what a good Father does. That being their for my kids is the most important thing I can do. Being their for them and teaching them in a LOVING way, what I have to teach them. To disiplin when needed. To let them find their own way when they need. But most important to be there and to love them.

I am rambling.

I wish I could make everyone feel as I do, as complete as I do, as safe as I do, as loved as I do, since I have opened my heart and soul to Jesus.

Rock

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Crop art

Each year, farmers in the town of Inakadate in Aomori prefecture create works of crop art by growing a little purple and yellow-leafed kodaimai rice along with their local green-leafed tsugaru-roman variety. This year’s creation — a pair of grassy reproductions of famous woodblock prints from Hokusai’s 36 Views of Mount Fuji — has begun to appear (above). It will be visible until the rice is harvested in September.

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Stacking Coins

I stumbled across this and just have an urge to go empty the penny jar!! From Fincher.org

The following is the basic pattern for building cantilevered structures with Pennies. Although it looks trivial, we can build amazing structures with these pillars. All penny columns are ten high, a "stack". Two side-by-side pennies held in place by a penny above them is called a "triad". Below is a stack with two triads resting on top.
Duplicate it and stack it side by side.

Carefully filling the space between with pennies, we create a one penny-span bridge.

And so on and so on

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DeLorean Going Back Into Production

The DeLorean, the car from Back to the Future with the gull wing doors and gleaming stainless steel finish, has come back to the future, going into extremely limited production thanks to a group of greasemonkeys in Houston who like to refurbish cars. They have about 200 of the original DeLorean 2.8 L V-6 engines on hand, and will start making the cars from scratch next year.

There's no exact price attached to the exclusive cars, which will be built at a rate of around 20 cars per year. The last time a DeLorean was rolled off the assembly line was 1982, when the last model was built in DeLorean's Northern Ireland plant.

This new car company, which actually acquired rights to the name DeLorean Motor Company, didn't mention a specific price, but it's currently selling its refurbished DeLoreans for $42,500.

I always loved this car. Clean lines, juts neat lookin.

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The Sony Song

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DAYS!!

I am happy to say that I am now on DAYS again.!!!!

This is a great thing for my family and me. I have been blessed with a career that I like. I am in the CD/DVD manufacturing budinesss and have worked my way up and then down over the last 7 years. I started out in packaging as a floor lead and ended up managing Assembly and Shipping wile also being in charge of Poly recycling, the company vehicles, trash, Forklift care, the cleaning staff. Then I had my motorcycle accident and was laid up for about a year. This company stuck by me. While I have moved down the ladder a little, in the end, it has been a positive move for me. I am now in manufacturing running the floor Thursday through Sunday. Manufacturing was the one area in my industry I did not know, and now I do and I am learning more each day. I was running one of the night shifts, but have worked my way back into days and I am happy for it. I will get to sleep normal again, stay awake during the days on my DAYS OFF!!! See my family. I am happy.

Today, as I type this, my son, Fox, is having tubes put in his ears. I know this a routine surgery, but I am still nervous. I know I know, they do it everyday. I know I know, it will be better for him, but he still is going under, and I am still nervous. Samantha had the same surgery and had no issues, but again, I was nervous for hers!! Say a prayer. Thanks

Rock

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GOD does provide.

I am constantly amazed at the things that GOD does for me. He does provide when it is needed. I have been letting go of my problems and fears and giving them to Christ and he does take care of me.

Every time I think, this is it, we are going under, something happens that just amazes me and my wife. We are still struggling to make ends meet. Every month is a challenge to us and we just seem to get a little more behind. Then comes the point of just waiting for "them" to come get the car, come get whatever. Right now is no different, and again, GOD finds a way. Last month, the twins were in the hospital for 4 days. We have AFLAC insurance. AFLAC sent us our checks, and we now have been able to get caught up again. It simply amazes me. Before we went into the hospital, the wife and I were struggling with each other. When we were there, we pulled together. Without saying a word, we carried each other and our family. Since then, things have been so much better between us.

I say all this because , while the kiddos being their was scary and just plain miserable, we learned from it. We prayed . We came through it...STRONGER and BETTER and that is because GOD. He put a trial in our life, I asked GOD to show me the way, and HE DID!!!

Remember, without the trials, we would not have His victories.

Nash

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Whats Up?

Well, whats happening with the Crawler family?

We are making it. I have to say, with the help of our freinds. We are Blessed to be a part of this community.

The twins are growing. This last weekend, we bought 90 jars of Baby Food, and 6 CANS of formula. The lady checking us out asks, "You stocking up?" Yah...uhhhh...NO. This wont even get us through the next two weeks!!!! But we will make it!! We took Fox to the docs today for a follow up and he is doing well. His ears are OK, we are hoping that we can keep the twins from having the ear surgery and having the tubes put in. So far , so good.

Samantha is doing great. What an amazing kid. She and I were driving down the road and I was singing a Charlie Robinson song and within minutes she was repeating it back. It was great. I am so blessed with an amazing family.

Ok, tired now.

See ya later

Rock

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