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The last 2 weeks have been terribly busy. Last night I had just about had enough. Since Randy and I had to discuss and prepare for tomorrow's class we decided to take the time to go down and sit at one of our favorite places, Emma Wood Beach. What is it about the beauty and majesty of God's creation that is so healing and energizing? I feel like I can think again. Maybe it's the fact that God, in His creative genious, not only made it all so incredibly breathtaking, but He made us in His own image so that we would enjoy it also. What ever the reason, I like it.

OK. In light of a few discussions I've had lately, I've been re-thinking my social system/structure leanings. You know, capitalism, socialism, marxism, etc. Then I looked up the terms "Kingdom of God", "Kingdom of Heaven" and "My Father's Kingdom" in my concordance, and I found that Jesus Himself spoke of this subject 120 recorded times in the Gospels. In fact it seems that proclaiming the Kingdom of God is why He came to earth! I think I'll spend a lot more time studying Kingdomism and not so much worrying about the other systems.

I think the issue of the "Right to Suicide" is really an issue of the "right to have someone kill you." I'm saying this because, well, who cares if it's legal to kill yourself? Are you afraid that you would be prosecuted and go to jail for killing yourself? I mean, if you want to do it, go for it. I don't think it's right, but hey, the law can't stop you. What can they do to you after you're dead? So it's not really about my right to kill "myself", it must be about another person's right to kill me if I tell them I want them to. You know, if you are paralized or incapable of doing it yourself. It's interesting that in this society alot of our "issues" center around our desire to have the right to end ours or other's lives. What's up with that? I haven't really thought too deeply about this, but it just seems amazing to me that we even have this subject as a major issue.

I have rethunked my decision concerning Randy being a serial road-killer, for a few reasons.

• Maybe it's suicide. Ever notice how these crazy rabbits and squirrels wait until your car is just close enough to get them, then race across the street? They look up all suprised (yeah, right) and just freeze right there as if to say, "Come on. Hit me!"

• Maybe it's a juvenile game. I wonder, if we could see into the grassy areas on the side of the street, if we would see a group of teenage chipmonks or rockchucks ;) smoking cigarettes and drinking Mad Dog, waiting for the sound of an oncoming vehicle. They hear the swoosh of the tires and start chanting to Chucky, "Go! Go! Go! Come on, sissy! Do it!" Finally, the hype gets to him, and he makes a mad dash for the other side, just to impress his friends. Sometimes the Chucky's make it, sometimes they don't.

• Maybe it's hormones. I've heard that guy tarantulas will travel great distances to find a new girlfriend each fall. (Guess they don't want to take the same old chick to mom's for Thanksgiving dinner every year.) So, even though they have 200,000 acres of golden yellow grassy hills on their own side of the street, the testosterone just overcomes their sense of reason. They look over there at the 200,000 acres of golden yellow grassy hills on the other side of the street and think that they will find something better over there. (What? Like maybe a girl trantula with 9 legs or something?) Off they go, looking for the perfect girl, traveling about 17 inches per hour. At that rate of speed, it's a pretty sure thing that if there is a car anywhere within 10 miles or so, Casinova will be standing at the pearly gates before the hour is up.

• Maybe it's Divine Appointment. You know. Right place at the right time. Did God orchestrated the whole thing? Put the idea for a road trip in our minds? Caused us to take that very road? Inspired the critter to start his treck at just the right time? Distracted Randy at the precise moment so that he didn't see the little guy crossing the road? Maybe.

So, I said all that to say this: I have given Randy (and all the rest of you who have seeminly murdered innocent road varmints) a Royal Pardon due to the fact that I don't really have all the facts. Let's have a party!!! Varmint stew for everyone!