What Moves You?

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I believe that we are responsible for providing for our needs ourselves and for helping those who are in difficulties. If I sat down and waited for someone else to do what I should do I'd probably have a very long wait and wouldn't deserve help. On the other hand, if I did that I would have more time to notice the abused children who might wonder who will provide for their needs. That's a rather big 'picture level' too. Are you ever moved by the helplessness and deprivation that many endure while we live comfortably? Doesn't seem fair to me.
 
An Arizona sunset
a view of the stars
walking down off of the mountain and watching the city lights twinkle on
a full moon as it rises in the east
my sweet wife
my kids singing in harmony
listening to a prophet's voice
a bator full of chicks....

... I could go on and on...
 
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Very true. God provides for the little birds, but He doesn't throw the food into the nest, does He?






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I'm not sitting. I'm noticing opportunities He provides me, and then I am the one who follows through.


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Of course. And unfortunately, life isn't fair.
 
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Very true. God provides for the little birds, but He doesn't throw the food into the nest, does He?






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I'm not sitting. I'm noticing opportunities He provides me, and then I am the one who follows through.


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Of course. And unfortunately, life isn't fair.

Well, food and other resources are certainly there in some countries but what is responsible for their existence is a moot point. What's the story about provision in countries where there is no food and people are starving? That's something else that moves me. Some people don't get a chance to contemplate creation or eternity. They have to go grubbing for bugs.
 
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That's the truth. There's nothing obscene about getting paid fairly for what you do. People should do what they get paid for and get paid for what they do.
 
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Nothing was worse than seeing the procession for the firefighters that lost their lives last fall. Hundreds of fire trucks on a closed freeway, with all the black cars behind them. It was awful.

When I watched the towers fall, that was the first thing I thought about. All those firemen and policemen that were in that building. Then I did a quick calculation of how many people were on each floor and how many floors there were and I was crying.
 
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Nothing was worse than seeing the procession for the firefighters that lost their lives last fall. Hundreds of fire trucks on a closed freeway, with all the black cars behind them. It was awful.

When I watched the towers fall, that was the first thing I thought about. All those firemen and policemen that were in that building. Then I did a quick calculation of how many people were on each floor and how many floors there were and I was crying.

I can relate to that too. Several hours after my narrow escape in the London underground and bus attack in 2005 I cried when the cell 'phone system was restored and my children in England and Germany and my wife in Thailand finally managed to contact me and know that I was alive.
 
Ever since my Dad died back in 88 when I was 30. I cry at movies. Steel Magnolias, any movie where a kid dies, I even cried when Clint Eastwood died in Gran Torino. He has turned in to a great director I might add. It's so weird because I never cried before that.

I also cried when my first child was born. It was a difficult pregnancy with some spotting by DW and we thought we were going to lose her a couple times. Seeing her with 10 toes and 10 fingers and everything ok was just too much. My second child was 1 month premature and had to be whisked away. Kind of stole the joy.

I cry when I see children that are victims of war or wandering around crying for their dead parents. That makes me cry for the child and in anger too.
 
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The birth of my first child was one of those moments that lives with me for ever. I was thrown out of the delivery room when the panic button was hit. Fathers weren't allowed to see forceps deliveries in case they passed out and needed attention themselves. Nevertheless, it was a wonderful moment when he was finally presented to me in the fathers' waiting room, all cleaned up and asleep. It's tough for expectant fathers, you know.

Still on the subject of children, who can remember Kim Phuk? Here she is as a young girl. She's the one in the middle of the picture:



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Just out of this particular image is her infant cousin being carried by his mother. The skin is falling off him. He died. That's moving for me.

Here is Kim Phuk today:


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You can't see the napalm scars but they are still all there on her back and arms. She's a remarkable lady. If anyone is unable to hear one of her presentation they should at least read the book about her life. That's moving too. 'The Girl In The Picture'.
 
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The birth of my first child was one of those moments that lives with me for ever. I was thrown out of the delivery room when the panic button was hit. Fathers weren't allowed to see forceps deliveries in case they passed out and needed attention themselves. Nevertheless, it was a wonderful moment when he was finally presented to me in the fathers' waiting room, all cleaned up and asleep. It's tough for expectant fathers, you know.

Still on the subject of children, who can remember Kim Phuk? Here she is as a young girl. She's the one in the middle of the picture:



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Just out of this particular image is her infant cousin being carried by his mother. The skin is falling off him. He died. That's moving for me.

Here is Kim Phuk today:


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You can't see the napalm scars but they are still all there on her back and arms. She's a remarkable lady. If anyone is unable to hear one of her presentation they should at least read the book about her life. That's moving too. 'The Girl In The Picture'.

I have seen so many pictures of injured children and it breaks my heart. I see pictures of the kids in Nam and I don't know how our soldiers did it. Same with Iraq and Afghanistan.

My wife and I were foster parents for 10 years. It's amazing what people will do to defenseless children. Quite often they get off with a slap on the wrist. It's one of the many reasons I question the existence of a higher power. I believe there may be something else out there, but I don't believe it has any control over human kind.
 

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