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The day~

What does it mean?

Some effects are the rooster crows on time, the sun rises and soon sets as we 
grow one day older.

Some look back on the days gone by and are satisfied, others feel as if they 
have not given enough or even failed. Yet, it is much better to think of 
pleasantries than errs. One can think of either in excess.

But the day. Ah yes, it is filled with lessons, reminiscing, happiness, love and 
sometimes through grief and travesty God provides something so sweet to 
touch our hearts and souls.

He, an omnipotent God of truth, has taken dirt from the earth and started 
mankind.

Sometimes as I browse with the remote I end up on the discovery channel 
and I ponder.

One day, I saw in the middle of foreign mountains was a place believed to be 
a meeting place for the gods.

"It's possible", I said to myself. There are other gods I don't serve.

I thought about my journey. My walk, if you will, leaving the foothills at age 
sixteen to be a humanitarian.

I stood in that corn field back home all those years ago and spoke to God.

"God, I am angry with you. I want to go see the world and need. I hope you 
will let me come back and serve you."

So many times I thought I was through being a humanitarian. I thought I was 
a good Christian. God pulled and tugged showing me yet again human stance. 
He wasn't through with me yet. He showed me more. 

I put my mind to work studying the gospel. I worshipped in many churches 
including Jehovah Witness, Mormon, Full Gospel, while attending Mass some. 
In fact, over a decade I realized I had studied or worshipped in every 
denomination in America except for Seventh Day Adventist.

Luke warm? I've been spewed a bit.

One day years ago I couldn't bring myself to conform to a church. I thought 
there was no place for a loner like me...so I spent time with a monk for nearly 
a year. In life, I learned with Bhaskar all the things I already knew. The 
beauty of all creation. I thought about that meeting place in the mountains 
and smiled. My mother and father taught me there are reasons for all things 
but it is not for us to question.

Then there are friends like Johnny Hannah, that doesn't believe in God, any 
god. "Oil is from dead dinosaurs" (as NASA searches on).

The day: what does it mean? Your voice matters.

The day, my grass needs mowed but that's life being hacked with the blade. 

The good Lord willing and the creeks don't rise, I'll have a beautiful yard 
tomorrow.
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