I'm sure God has something to do with this, I'm just not sure how yet.
His is the hand I hold throughout this difficult walk on planet earth, and through all the pain I have within and must endure, I know he bore it all. He is mine, and I am his.
Besides, the hamburgers aren't all that bad either.
Maybe that's why I fell in love with America when I first came here.
Find your city's heart and true calling and your prayers can become very effective.
I think Wal-Mart is the household name for me.
But, I realize, urban planning might not lie heavily on your heart, so I'll gracefully dro
p the subject here.
p the subject here.I would have liked to read aloud from the Declaration of Independence, explaining the various points made from a philosophical and constitutional angle, and then we'd all gather together for a moment of solemn prayer and thanksgiving for the flag and the nation.
You should know that I'm entertainment challenged.
Most of what I do, I do alone.
I'm fairly convinced that she is out there somewhere - in fact, I do not worry about it; on some bend in the road along which I walk, she'll be there, and it'll all happen quite effortlessly.
Still: It's a long walk.
But, "I saved the world today" is a convenient way of describing it to ordinary people.
It has comforted me many times; to lift up my voice in worship even though my heart is broken and in pain, and to feel inside that God is silent and listening intently.
I never jest about Winn-Dixie.
Did you know that I wrote letters to the US forces in Iraq?
I mean, bring up the Second Amendment and people stare at you like you're dangerously crazy.
Wherever I go through life, and whatever I do, I've always made it my goal to seek Daddy before doing anything.
I believe 
I'll die when I'm about 76 years old, and I'm 34 now.
I'll die when I'm about 76 years old, and I'm 34 now.God and I are kind of a package deal.
Well, I could tell you about my revelation of why Dr. Hari Seldon initially failed to develop his psycho history discipline in the fictional story of the First Galactic Empire - because he didn't take into account the effect of fractal geometry on society.
A leaf on a branch is like a branch on a tree, which is like a tree in a forest - the same dimensionality applies, in a quite mathematical way.
Now, I find myself in the position where "if God isn't fully in charge here, I am so totally screwed".
But as for me, I'd rather crash and burn with God than to walk the same path as everyone else.
Ah... sadly enough, my party turned into a disaster.
The immediate thought that struck me was that you went with a bunch of good-looking guys, where I went with mostly distinguished seniors and old generals.
I just love the feeling of having a big, secret hideout where I can plot my evil genius plans.
I laugh my maniac scientist laughter to myself; and then my colleagues look at me in puzzlement, and I go back to work.
In my view, you make heroes out of teams, not individuals ... like the army, or NASA, where you have thousands of people all working synergistically towards the same goal.
See, now I made myself nostalgic.
Blown intellectual covers aside, this has been a very enjoyable conversation.
When I get silly, I watch "Muppets From Space".
No, I did
n't fall into the mud - I slipped. Big difference.
n't fall into the mud - I slipped. Big difference.I had thought to wait until tomorrow with writing my reply, but the question you asked about uniforms got me thinking a little bit too hard.
I would think that a Marine Corps sergeant in full honors would rank higher on the "swoon scale" than a blue McDonalds shirt and cap.
Your questions, however, have caused me to venture into an area previously overlooked by me, and it is of a peculiar natural interest in understanding the sometimes exceedingly complex behaviors of human beings, that I now shall turn my attention to women in uniform.
Alternatively, they could play "Somebody's Getting Married" from The Muppets Take Manhattan. Either way.
A cozy hamburger in a quiet, evening-empty McD perhaps? But, maybe there's different kinds of being romantic.
If I could choose between a pretty, young lady walking through flowery fields reading poetry, or a team of pathologists carving away at dead corpses, I guess I'd rather choose the first.
I guess I'm not entirely over her yet.
Even though in the natural sense things may look difficult, we serve an awesome God who answers prayer and gives good gifts to his children.
I've noticed that he works in times and seasons.
So, unless incredibly exciting things happen overnight, or Jesus comes back, I might just keep writing for a while?
The world would be a happier place if there weren't any people in it.
Now on to coffee, potato chips, and some more TV episodes.
Why can't I throw a tantrum and kick and scream and say nasty things to other people?
Mingle parties are scary. I'd rather go to war, to be honest.
I think we just passed each other.
I'm also very positively surprised to hear that you prayed for me the way you did.
No, my idea of a fun time is sitting around a campfire in the evening and talking about life, love, God, the universe and everything in it.
I'm pretty sure that's what God meant when he said "let there be hamburgers".
I now have a 
copy of "Wuthering Heights" in the mail, to arrive in a few days. I hope it's good.
copy of "Wuthering Heights" in the mail, to arrive in a few days. I hope it's good.I admit, in retrospect, and after reading your reply, that I might seem a tad confused about my national identity.
On that note, I had a terrible urge to watch baseball today.
You really shouldn't write so much about your favorite books.
I really like cats!
Yes, I'm easily distracted.
When my neighbor plays music at 11:30pm, I reach for my shotgun.
Okay, I think I'll stop there, just in case this day is going to be really busy for you. Don't want to upset your plans too much.
However, I finally went to the store and bought some "cat candy" to give to the local cats.
But one day, perhaps, in the future.
I wonder what God's plan with the whole thing is?
Sometimes I wish we would care less about the politics and strife and opinions and everything
down here on earth, and just watch the stars for a while.
Beef, mushrooms, gravy and egg makes for a wonderful pizza.
Don't feel like you need to write long letters or anything.
You've Got Mail is a wonderful movie.
For the last month or so, I've begun my day, as soon as I'm awake, by reaching out and grabbing my cell phone.
I don't know for how long we'll keep writing, but for the moment, it's become one of those little pleasures of mine.
I don't suppose you only like Andrea Bocelli?
PS. I think you were right about "Wuthering Heights" though.
Well, you're certainly making it difficult to talk about pizza.
Sometimes, I wonder if this really is a fairy-tale or something.
God is real. Heaven is real. And one day we'll be standing at the throne of God and give Him all the glory.
One day the Holy Spirit will take us home, to our Father and King, and we'll walk in His rose garden and sing our songs among his white poplars.
It feels like I'm in a country not my own, living among a people who aren't my people, whose ways are different, and I don't know what to do.
There was also a mountain goat in the poem, in the first draft, but it felt weird having it alongside the Holy City, so it got cut out.
Sometimes, when I close myself in, I turn off all the lights, and lie flat on my bed in the dark bedroom with a pair of headphones, and turn on some music.
Hey, here's an odd question.
Strange, I didn't get that much done today as I had hoped.
Okay... Now I'm going to go out on a limb.
As it is, my limited framework of experience yields all green across the board, no warning bells go off, and the sun is shining, except for a little, tiny thought in the back of my brain that says "I wonder if....".
Wouldn't it be great if I could send you all of my unused hours?
Talk to you later!
