Who honestly cares about me? Why should I tell you about myself? Having lived an unremarkable life, with very few major upsets to tell, and living in America where no one has a right to cry about lack of opportunity to succeed, who am I? Except as a witness to a surprisingly wide range of lifestyles and behaviors, Who cares?
Hopes are that you are interested because things on this post will be neither black nor white as presented to you in school, or on the TV. Rather, what does God say? What God? And I hope to present enough of the compelling discoveries in the world that may be hidden from you to give you a reasonable faith.
There's faith and there's blind faith. Con men and grifters are big on blind faith. Information presented as truth, but carefully arranged to present only their own self-interested story, which includes a hefty payoff for themselves at your expense. Truth isn't greedy. Truth is free, completely uninterested in material gain. In searching for the Intelligent Designer that nature compels us to seek, this is a very first building block of truth. A Being that could create and sustain this universe doesn't need your money. If anyone tells you different, they are lying.
You may become offended upon finding that sticks are poked at some pretty major sacred cows here. You, the gentle reader, are encouraged to take a deep breath and let things settle in, though if blasting a comment is going to help you to think through your unchallenged beliefs, I am willing to listen. But let things wiggle around in your brain. Test my "theories" for good logic. Ideas are solid things in the spirit world. They should be tested, and bad ones should be thrown down just as quickly as you can pry them loose from your mind.
Why? Because eventually, this life in the body ends. If you spend a lot of time outdoors, you'll notice that there's several days that are optimal for planting a seed, but eventually that season ends, and the next starts. Planting late means that you may not get a tomato or a cucumber before the summer ends and the weather becomes too cold, or the sun to far south to give the plant the energy it needs to ripen its produce. If you plant late, you may still get a crop if you're lucky and the seasons linger longer than average, but averages are averages because they happen regularly and often. You can't count on warm weather. You have to live by your wits. You have to recognize opportunity, develop reasoned priorities, and seize the day. The universal clock is ticking, gently, but steadily. The seasons will tiptoe, but will not stop.
Winter will come. Will you have what you need to survive it? I hope to share what I've found in hopes that you will.
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