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Questions

Are These Paths Different Other Than Color?
Are These Paths Different Other Than Color?

Sisters Clanton and Akin came to talk to me on Friday night, but I did most of the talking. Probably a defense mechanism, designed to control a stereotypical conversation from “door-to-door salespeople”. They were selling the good news of Jesus, according to their Book of Mormon.

They were kind, friendly and very gracious.

Wish these questions would have come rushing forward before they left:

Do you still want or need to speak with me, after knowing I’m a full-blown Christian?

Who’s your target audience?

What’s at the very center of your belief that is critically different from mine?

Has Anyone Ever Asked You?

That Is One Gigantic Cross
That Is One Gigantic Cross

Has anyone ever asked you to describe your Faith?

Or, have you ever thought of trying to explain how great your Faith is?

What if you did?

How would you describe it?

Why?

My Faith is the size of Mount Everest.

Mount Everest, tallest peak in the world at 29,029 feet, or 8,848 meters.

What Do Followers Want?

What do followers want?

Ever thought about a question like this?

Ever think about it long enough to determine a firm answer?

Why not try it right now. Think about this question.

Tomorrow, I’ll reveal an answer and we can see how closely we think. Carpe diem. 🙂

And The Question Is…….?

The question, to the answer, “To Love and Be Loved”.

Drum roll please……………

“What is the meaning of Life”?

Before our son was born, I had a dream where I was about 65 years old, and our son, now eight, was older, maybe in his twenties, and he asked me, very seriously and deliberately, “Dad, what’s the meaning of Life”?

And I looked at him him the way everyone looks when asked the World’s most important question – dumbfounded, confused, and embarrassed – and said,“Hmmm. That’s a great question. I don’t know”.

Or worse yet, I attempt some long-winded answer, that is just a disguise to my ignorance and lack of forethought and preparation.

“Pathetic”, is the first thing I thought of as I analyzed this dream.

“How can you not know, Dad”? My son sadly asks. “How can you not know after all these years”?, he mutters.

Then I wake up. It was only a dream. Thank God it was only a dream.

Or was it? Hmmm……. Carpe Diem, jeff noel 🙂