A friend of mine, Christophe, had every little boy’s dream job–he drove trains through the beautiful Alsatian region of France.
I say, “dream job,” but I’m not sure that’s what every little boy dreams of doing these days. Judging from my grandkids, they probably dream of killing three-headed monsters in space castles. It’s good work if you can get it.
One night, as Christophe piloted his speeding train through the countryside, the train’s headlight illuminated something on the track ahead. He reacted speedily and halted his fast-moving monster just yards before it ran over a desperate young man who stood on the tracks.
The man had planned his suicide and my friend was to be the unknowing executioner. But, Christophe was awake at his post and his quick reaction saved a man’s life. We hear about engineers impaired by drugs and alcohol who cause wrecks and many people die.
But, one man owes his life to the fact that Christophe was alert and doing his best.
We Owe Our Life
Someone else saved you and me from an eternal train wreck. Continue reading
A straight-forward, scientific approach to life rips the heart out of reality.
One man notes that his scientific-minded wife thinks that “love” is just a question of bodily hormones, etc. acting on the brain. Those who subscribe to this religion think everything can, or eventually will be, explained under microscopes, in test tubes and by mathematical formulas.
Is existence neatly described by what we perceive with the five senses? If you can’t see it, taste it, smell it, hear it, or feel it, does that mean it doesn’t exist?
Something deep within man knows that is wrong. We struggle to make sense out of what we can’t understand—and testtubes and scientific formulas only provide a partial answer.
For instance: war is a horrible thing. We recoil from death and maiming. But, some of our poets have reached beyond what we can see to seize some sense out of the senseless.
Listen to Alfred Lord Tennyson describe a moment in the 1854 Battle of Balaclava during the Crimean War. A brigade of English Calvary has received the order for a suicidal charge against the enemy.
“Forward, the Light Brigade!” Continue reading
Sometimes I wish my brain functioned normally.
Why is it that I can remember jokes and useless information from 50 years ago while all that suffering in Algebra class was for naught? Anyone know what the square root of the hypotenuse of 333 to the twelfth power divided by the square root of 896 to the fourth power is?
I suppose it comes from watching too many football games when I was in the United States but some of those stupid phrases from beer commercials stuck in my mind. (By the way, if the typical American male resembles the young men in those beer commercials, we’re in big trouble if the Russians attack).
One famous beer commercial pictures guys doing he-man guy things, then at the end as they swig the sponsor’s product a strong masculine voice says, “Hey guys, it doesn’t get any better than this.”
Sorry, fellows, but if that’s the best there is, we’re in bad shape.
I guess the commercial that struck me most though, is the one which proclaims, “You only go around once in life, so grab for all the gusto you can get!” Continue reading
Compared to God’s righteousness we’re all crooked.
They should name me king of the world. Why? Well, don’t broadcast it widely but (shhh, keep this to yourself)–I know everything. If you don’t believe it, just ask me.
Want to know who is right or who is wrong? Ask me. Want to know how it should be done? Ask me. Want to know the answer to some deep moral dilemma? You’ve come to the right place sweetie. Continue reading