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JONAL ENTRY 1212 | January 3 2012

My apology for the delay on getting back to this blog thread; I thought the Christmas break would provide lots of time to think through things and write, but that never seems to happen any more. I can't imagine the kind of life I hear other retirees describing, of boredom from not enough to do.

Three more responses have been received since the previous Jonal entry here on the proofs for and attributes of God. I will let the writers have their turn and plan to continue my comments on the use of terms like "freewill," "predestination," "monergism." and "synergism" in the next Jonal.

I find your writing very interesting and informative, I like the idea of finding where thoughts and ideas come from; must be all those years of Engineering, needing to know why and how. I find more to form my "foundations" of my faith as I get older; maybe that is the reason in its self.

I heard a story once, whether it's true or not? A reporter was talking to Albert Einstein when he was at Princeton. He asked Dr. Einstein if he believed in "The Big Bang Theory." All Dr. Einstein said was yes. The reporter then asked where the big bang came from. Dr. Einstein said, "from God, of course."

Bud Book

Whether or not it's true, it's a delightful story and seems to fit the Einstein I've heard a little about over the years.

Amid several more personal references, the following paragraph from the second letter responded to the Christmas meditation on "all of space in a manger."

I had a brief opportunity to be still and read your last Jonal entry, which touched the 'mind of my soul' with a momentary peace and godly confidence. I am truly looking forward to reading backwards...recollecting those I so quickly perused, and with sobriety of heart absorbing the ones I have not yet read. I am edified and encouraged in so many ways by the depth of your understanding and your rare ability to illumine the reader.

Valerie Craig

The third refers back to the previous Jonal with its note from Carl Essex on faith and whether it can be over-analyzed.

This is this THING called FAITH; some call it Miracles but I know I have been so blessed many times and am thankful for the blessings bestowed. I didn't wish to make my last reply seem trivial.The following is a bit sad but perhaps it puts this Thing called Faith in perspective.This has been around many times in different ways but helps keep us on the right tract. I sometimes feel sad for the clergy who must answer questions from the doubters and feel they often delve way too deep in their own philosophy to make it understandable to those who must find the answers within themselves.

Marion Butz

A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes.

Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way six blocks to the drug store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door. She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too busy at this moment.

Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally, she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!

"And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone. "I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages," he said without waiting for a reply to his question.

"Well, I want to talk to you about my brother," Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. "He's really, really sick.....and I want to buy a miracle."

"'I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist.

"His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?"

"We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry, but I can't help you," the pharmacist said, softening a little.

"Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs."

The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, "What kind of a miracle does your brother need?"

"I don't know," Tess replied with her eyes welling up. "I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money."

"How much do you have?" asked the man from Chicago .

"One dollar and eleven cents," Tess answered, barely audible. "And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to."

"Well, what a coincidence," smiled the man. "A dollar and eleven cents—the exact price of a miracle for little brothers." He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said, "Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the miracle you need."

That well-dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well. Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place.. "That surgery," her Mom whispered, "was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?" Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle dollar and eleven the faith of a little child.

In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need.. A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law.

Our problem seems to have been that faith means so many different things to so many people, but none of those "things" should be considered trivial and I hope I didn't seem to be doing that. Thanks for a great clarification of what it means to you.

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