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The other night, I awakened around 2:30...as is often the case, I was up for a time. I often do my best and worst thinking this time of night. In the solitude and silence, my heart speaks. Sometimes my heart is at peace and I breezily drift back to sleep after a few minutes. Sometimes fear comes like a rustling wind and I am up for awhile. Then I worry that I am up, that I am going to be tired the next day...as so on. The worst fear? The unknown and the known together. What I do know distempers me like left jabs from a boxer; the unknown is the right hook that follows that I don't see coming. When I am up like this, I typical trudge over to my office and either pull out the Bible or something of a biblical nature and read. I figure if the evil one is behind my lack of being asleep because of my cares in this fallen world, the best way to redeem this time is to seek Christ in His Word. What is meant for evil turns out to be good for God is in it . Joseph's refrain is one that s

My wife and I after much deliberation have recently purchased a 40 inch plasma TV. We hesitated for quite some time, fearful that it would suck us into its orbit like some Death Star. It got me thinking about TV. It is interesting the role of television has played in my life. I can still remember when certain TV shows were on when I was a kid. The best line up was Happy Days and Laverne and Shirley on Tuesdays at 8:00 - 9:00 on ABC (when I was in 6th grade); MASH was Monday at 9:00 on CBS; the White Shadow was on before MASH at 8:00...that was my favorite show by far. It was about a white high school basketball coach who played pro b-ball, blew out his knee, and went into coaching a bunch of inner city black kids with names like Coolidge. There was one white kid nicknamed Salami...of Italian descent. I think he rode the bench. There was an ABC program called the Night Stalker that was Friday nights that used to scare the crap out of me. It was good it was Friday night because I had pr