nenchinten

In my place of pain Where my feet are lost Where my hands are short .....meet me there. My tears spell my pain My call says I'm lost Where your blood paves the way .....take me there. My fall is long and deep And I stray with so much ease As though I belong to the wild ........bring me home. When fear is all I feel When I tremble from within As darkness fills my days ....shine your light When i drown in guilt When shame covers me When I cannot come to you ..........come to me.

The thing with knowledge is that it stirs up the storms of curiosity. It is a basic character of an active mind to seek knowledge, for by knowledge comes wisdom,  understanding and doubt. By doubt a man questions what he knows to defy his reason. Doubt is a seed. A good seed.....a bad seed. It depends on what side you stand on. On one side, it is leads to safety and steers away from gullibility. On another, it starves faith and  festers apostasy. As the world grows in knowledge, the impact of faith diminishes. Science and scientists have become gods in their own rights as logic explains everything....well, almost everything. The way of science sees to it that everything is a subject of investigation  and whatever cannot be explained by logic is either invalid or unreliable. The conflict is strong. The conflict between faith and logic. They are the two fronts in the battle for the souls of men. What does it mean to have faith? It means to believe what logic denies. To the ways of the

nenchinten@yahoo.ca  My 5 year old son, Jonathan asked me the most amusing question the other day....Daddy, how come im small? why am i not 6 yet? I looked down at him with a smile and said, "slow down, we all get older eventually, someday, you just might wish you were younger", i answered. I'm not sure he understood that line, but i am certain those words will come around sometime in his life. It is quite ironic how boys so eagerly seek to be men only to realize that time is a field of mixed blessings. Being young may be a sort of convenience, especially where one is born in the ideal environment....otherwise being young is a state of defenselessness and the eagerness of boys to be men is hinged on the ideals of self preservation. In the path of growth, dreams are forged. Dreams that define, direct and redirect life's choices, life is the battle fought to achieve, conquer, possess, dominate, realize and attain the goals birthed by those dreams. Slowly but steadi