When I was a kid back in the 1960s, we were told that an atomic war with the Soviet Union was just a question of time. In school they taught us to hide from incoming atom bombs by takiing shelter under our desks.
"Duck and Cover" strategy for protection against a-bombs. |
"Fallout Shelter" |
We tried banning the bomb...
But years later there's more bombs than ever.
I was sure we were doomed.
But here I am, 50 years later, tapping on a bar of plastic and sending electronic images around the world with my trivial reflections on life.
I'm truly amazed. People want miracles. They love miracles:a child cured of cancer, a swami levitates, a holy virgin appears on a napkin, a divine image appears on a wall...but are these really miracles?
I think we spend a lot of time overlooking the real miracle: that we're here at all. That we live, breathe, walk down the street, speak different languages, have children, and live to another day. Or even live to be 61 years old.
I'm astonished that in spite of nuclear threats of atomic war, epidemic viruses, famine, flood, hurricanes, accidents, and all I've been through in my long and checkered career I've made it this far.
I'm convinced that life itself is a divine miracle and I'm happy to have had the chance to participate.
Therefore take no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof."
Consider the lilies of the field... |
They labour not, nor do they spin cloth... |
Yet Solomon |
in all his glory was not arrayed as one of these. |
O, Ye of little faith... |
Seek ye first... |
the Kingdom of God |
Bless you all. Thanks for the miracles. |