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    Wonderings and wanderings: I think sometimes I ought to change the name of my column to just that: Wonderings and Wanderings-short verses of script. Maybe it's because frequently I can't seem to keep a senisble thought in my head for very long. Or maybe I have too many thoughts at keep them properly seperated and cataloged.
    Anyway, what has occured to me that Bible verses can declare more than one direction for us to live by. One example comes to mind replacing the wedding vows. In a Christian ceremony the minister usually closes with: "Whatever God hath joined together, let no man put ascender." 'While back I thought about the word "whatever". The fact that this openended word could also refer to the sin of abortion. God said: "I knew you before I mitted you together in your mother's womb". Also the words, "put" and "asunder" are translated, "cut" and "divide". Think about what
happens when abortions are performed. Also, remember that in a human ebryo, the heart begins beating at only 5 days
after conception.
    I've mentioned before about a private concern planning to send folks into space; if they want to go, and, have 40 thousand dollars a ticket. Then the thought came to me, how are they going to get back?... especially if they land somewhere "up there".
    I think a lot about Heaven- our eternal resting place in Christ. One of the things that bugs me here on Earth are TV commercials. Thank God we won't need them in Heaven- we are told everything is free. The I.R.S. won't be thre  either, trying to take our money, we don't have- or need. A lot of mornings when I arive my weriness generates in me a bad disposition. I can be as grouchy as an old bear with a sore tooth. But after a cup of coffee and a banana, the irritation starts to fade some. Then I spend most of the day apologizing and begging forgiveness for my meanness. When will I get better? Sometimes I lay my ugly to the fact that my body goes to sleep all over-even to the point of mean comatose. But I knew this won't fly; lots of people sleep soundly. I know that even at 83, I haven't gotten childish
yet... simply because as a small lad I could pop-up out of bed at sun-up-bright eyed and bushy tailed.. ready for hot biscuits and gravy.
                        Kindest regards...