Callused by winds of time, chapped and peeling from continual exposure to the sun's rays, bruised by endless opening and closing of car doors, it remained strong and determined, an emblem of his belief in faith.

Joe's only sure belief was in his faith. He knew that one must believe faith was something that remained forever in a state of living, perpetual growth. As long as one had faith, all of life's roadblocks would become insignificant. Words such as hunger, pain, and the sleepless agony of life's desperate journeys would evaporate--- replaced by opportunity. Though lately, tired, hungry, and alone, he began once more to question that very faith. As he had so many times in his life, he asked for a sign or symbol as to GOD'S will.

Looking up towards the sky, he shouted a prayer with all of his remaining strength:

"Show me once more your power, Oh Lord! Stop this car and deliver to me ride and something to eat!"

In battle stance, his thumb pointed towards the south as he faced north towards the sharp bend in the road, he keenly viewed the approaching car with a look of determination matching his thumb; it was written upon his face --- as if he could will the two-ton hulk of moving steel into disobeying it's master by pulling over on it's own!

The vehicle rounded the bend and began to slow down as it advanced towards him.

He summoned up his waning resources: "Come on! Stop!... STOP!"

The brown and white sedan slowed even further...

His heart jumped with expectation: "Is he going to stop? Where is he going? Who is he? Where would the ride take me?..."

The vehicle passed him and began pulling over and he could clearly see three young men waving frantically for him to hurry.. . "Come on! Come on!"... They shouted as they came to a stop one-hundred feet ahead of him.

Dragging his old companion and best friend behind him--Pauly's muddy green duffel bag--Joe began to half run, half limp towards the waiting car.

"COME ON! HURRY! HURRY! COME ON!" They shouted...

With his heart pounding so loud he could hear it, Joe reached deep into his very being and wrested the energy to continue.

"Only fifty feet left", he urged himself...

The car stood still, engine rumbling, exhaust spewing, brake lights glaring, contorted, shouting faces cheering him on, a jumble of hands and arms mish-mashed in movement beckoning him further...

"Just a short distance left, you can make it!" He said to himself...

"Only a few feet, come on!" Three pairs of lips mouthed...

Joe reached out... touched the rear panel.... he made it! He made it!

And then...

"Sucker! Hah! Hah! Suckerrrrr..." Strange voices called out in unison as the sedan took off in a cloud of dust, leaving Joe to fall into a lump of rage and exhaustion.

Joe sat upon his duffel bag praying. Six hours had passed and other than those three teens who made him run one-hundred feet before taking off in a cloud of dust, not a single car, truck or bus had zoomed by! He felt like shouting his anger and blame at GOD... but he new in his heart that it was not HIS fault. He continued to believe that GOD would come down to earth, wrest the steering wheel from some unsuspecting driver, and steer him to his very feet. Hadn't he before? Or had he? Was it HIM or not... Was it fate?...Or faith! When would his faith conquer his doubts? So much doubt; on so many roads; on so many rides; in so many places....

Joe had become the perpetual wanderer: Coated with dust and perspiration, a hunger of spirit gnawing his perplexed mind, while hunger of the physical kind growled deep in the pit of his stomach. Like many believers, when situations seemed desperate and the answers were not immediate, he would question his faith. With plenty of time to question, he would invent all of the answers --- which would lead to the very invention of the questions! A confusing predicament at the least....

"Why did you leave in the first place?"

"I had no choice!"

"Why did you have no choice?"

"Because GOD gave me no choice!"

"BUT GOD DID GIVE YOU CHOICE AND YOU CHOSE TO DISCOVER FURTHER CHOICE!"

"That's confusing... If he gave me choice, then where are the choices?"

"HE gave you the option of choosing which road to take!"

"But who designs the road? Who determines which road will lead to what place?"

"You decide where the road will lead and you decide which place you will go to!?"

"Hold on a minute, if I decide which road to take and where it will lead me, then why am I still searching for the right road?"

"Because you chose to!"

"I DID....?"

On and on the questions and answers would begin to revolve within his mind until they would occur without interruption, continual...even in his sleep ... his very being in question.

"Listen GOD, I know you are there in heaven where it is cool and there are no worries... or are there... are there worries in heaven? Is that it? No, it cannot be! Or could it? Well anyway, I have faith in you. You rescued me so many times I can't recall them all. I need another favor, my body is hot and my mind seeks your kind intervention."

The road remained silent. No answers cried out -- no intervention. So he resumed his thoughts.

"Why am I here? For what purpose? When will I discover the meaning of my life?"

"You are here because you chose to be and right now that is your purpose! You will find further purpose when you choose to!"

Joe sighed. His conversation with himself reminded him of Abbot and Costello doing their "Who's on first" routine --- would it ever make any sense?.

Noticing waves of heat rippling off the pitch black pavement, he stretched out his arm, picked up a thin, dead branch, and tested it's surface--the asphalt road was soft enough to depress with the stick, so he wrote upon it's surface: "GOD WAS HERE--BUT I WAS NOT... JOE." He then turned and tossed the stick.

Immediately, a cocoon of dry, hot air blanketed his body and his body's defenses began to cloak him in a blanket of sweat. Salty beads of perspiration formed upon his brow until it collected into huge rivulets that tumbled down his face, down his back, down his legs, immersing him, cooling him... depleting him. With a dirt caked sleeve, he wiped his forehead and felt the rough texture leave imprints in chaffed red upon his face. Thoroughly exhausted, his body signaling in desperation for fluids and rest, Joe collapsed upon his duffel bag in an awkward, lonely, position.

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In starched, white cotton shirt, and thick blue jeans, Bob sat comfortably in power within his climate controlled atmosphere. He had one well-heeled cowboy boot planted firmly on the floor board, the other pressed upon the accelerator as he tooled along.

To Bob, no one else existed but him. He was sure he was life's gift to the world. Impertinent and conceited, he strove for everything he could get--no matter the harm. He believed fate was his salvation. There was no GOD in Bob's life -- he never required one! His life began and proceeded as if pain, sorrow and poverty did not exist. "Fate is the deciding factor in ones destiny..." He would say when life's injustice effected someone else. And Bob was so sure of his destiny that he had begun to believe that he was in total control of his fate. He believed that each decision he made was in fact fate! Bob soon ceased to walk through life-- he began to stomp.

"Today is a day to be happy and content with fate..." he thought with glee! "...another twist of fate--on the ice--in my flavor!"

Bob had recently consummated a deal for the Chevy; he wrangled it from a poor slob who sold it to him for pennies on the dollar do to a slight inconvenience of his fate!.

So, here he was, driving his most cherished possession, cool and dry, singing in tune to the music blaring from the am radio mounted in the dashboard. His strong, deep voice, booming above the roaring voice of the super-charged engine; "Yes, I know where I'm going and the road will never end. Yes, I know where I'm going, she'll be right around the bend. Yes, I know where I'm going, I'll let the devil be my friend..."

As the Chevy raced against a never ending series of dots, dashes, and double lines painted in faded shades of yellow and white, he rounded a turn and spied a crumpled figure lying contorted amidst what seemed to be an old, muddy green, army bag. His foot came off the accelerator and hit the brake pedal. The Chevy acknowledged the command with a screech as it pulled over to the side of the road.

Bob had stopped instinctively, not because he felt he should, but because he was curious--seeing what looked like a body --- a dead body --- gave him a morbid fascination. `Maybe I'll find something?' He thought as he opened the door to a rush of hot air that swept the breath from his lungs.

"Boy it's hot," he said out loud as he placed his feet upon the hot, soft tar. Arising to his six foot height, he looked down, and read the inscription gouged in the surface of the road. "GOD! Oomph!" He said out loud. "Who the heck is GOD anyway? --- There's no dargone GOD!" He shook his head and sauntered to the body. It was soon apparent that the prone body was alive--it's chest heaving in search of air, eyes fluttering.

"He's alive... ...what should I do?" He questioned himself while thinking at the same time that he should not have stopped. He wanted to be back on the road, not here rescuing some bum.

"Dogon, he wish he did not stop!" But Bob believed in fate and fate had brought him here... "I have to at least get him into town."

Bob began shaking Joe with both hands in a "come on get the heck up" way.

"Wake up, come on fella, wake up."

"Come on, wake up!" He said again, while actually lifting Joe's body up and violently shaking him back and forth.

Joe awoke feeling like he had entered the gates of hell in the midst of an earthquake. His head was spinning within a tornado of heat and pain. His vision reduced to a hazy mist of colors and shadows. Through blunted senses he could hear a voice.

`Whose voice is that?' He thought as he peered intently into the shrouded apparition. `Is that you GOD... or... it cannot be... the devil?... '

Hands suddenly reached out, roughly lifted him, and placed him onto a cool, dry, comfortable seat in a vehicle of some kind. It felt so good Joe briefly wondered if a chariot of GOD would have air-conditioning!

"You just sit here and I'll drive you into town." The voice commanded.

Slowly his focus began to return and he saw the outline of a face staring deeply into his own. He attempted to say something like "I'm all right", but a dry, tasteless feeling had invaded his mouth, choking all attempts at speech; his vocal cords, strung as taunt as violin strings, would not respond.

When Joe's vision returned, he saw that the stranger who stopped by the road to assist him had deep blue eyes, a strong, solid chin, and long, rich, golden hair. He reminded him of Thor --- the comic book hero -- dressed in cowboy garb and driving a souped up Chevy.

Thor shut the door and walked over to the drivers side and got in.

"My name is Bob, Bob Finly. So, how are you feeling? You look rough..." He said matter-of-factly as he turned the key in the ignition causing the car's engine to leap to life. Joe was jammed into the seat cushion by the force of the Chevy as it launched itself like a missile out of a chute.

Over the roar of the engine as it wound out, and the sound of rock and gravel being sprayed by squealing tires across the roadside like bullets from a Thomson machine gun, Joe finally answered Bob... "I'm OK."

He did not have the energy for much more. Even a thanks would have to wait until his body recognized that safety was at hand and began it's rejuvenation. In the meantime, he would thank GOD for the reprieve.

'Lord, I thank you for your prompt answer to my prayers!'

Bob looked over at the disheveled filthy person who sat upon his immaculate seat with distaste. A brief thought of a weed springing up among neat, orderly rows of crops arrayed in a well kept garden crossed his mind. He did not wonder why and where, he did not want to ask, he just remained deep in silent thought thinking of the town coming up and his return to happiness as soon as he let this smelly creature off! This situation afforded his temporary companion the peace of mind he needed to regain his composure and thoughts.

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"Holy catfish, is that dogon guy crazy or what!" Bob shouted with anger as his whole body shook with a combination of adrenaline and fright.

Joe, who had been in deep thought and had not noticed the person nor the fact that the brakes would be applied in such hasty fashion, was picking himself up from the floor board when the figure approached his door. Shocked, he jumped back into his seat, and then, with curiosity replacing his ebbing fear, looked intently at the person who began tapping on the glass.

His brown, weathered, wrinkled face told of many years of life. Sharp brown eyes, almost hypnotic, placed with care within his broad face, conveyed both intelligence and love. Though stooped by time and burden, his remaining six foot height told of the many decades of a heavy weight which bore upon his shoulders. Dressed in an old, seedy, black tuxedo jacket, tattered but clean white shirt, faded brown pants and a pair of oversize converse sneakers boasting of their recent acquisition, he appeared as a clown with out his makeup -- ready to perform... which in a way he had!

Joe stared out at this creature of imagination until he moved once more to the front of the vehicle.

The scene was both comical and serious. Bob wanted to string up the fellow for nearly causing the destruction of his pride and joy --let alone the lives of both he and his recently rescued occupant -- and the person was just standing there, once again, blocking his way.

"Move out of the way you crazy dummy!" Bob continued to curse the old man.

Amazingly, the old man just stared at Bob with an unwavering look until Bob was as quiet as a flower in a spring time rain.

Then the old man spoke with an eloquence that belied his posture and appearance... "I am sorry for the sudden inconvenience with which your journey was abruptly halted. May I have the pleasure of entertaining your persons in exchange for a most important agenda?"

"What would that mean." Bob answered, skepticism written across his flushed face.

"I have been summoned to provide durable wisdom to the participants of a justly battle between good and evil. I am an old, tired soul, who has little else to exchange for the comforts of this most demanding existence. Wherefore you, the proud owner of this chariot of man, can provide my aching feet with a place to rest as my body finds solace in the comforts of a soft and supple seat. I shall proceed as far as you may go towards the western reaches of this great land. Your reward shall be most reasonable. I shall offer you, from deep within the historical reaches of my aged mind, stories of fact and persuasion. Will you agree with this most amicable exchange?"

Bob, who also seemed to be waiting for this character to perform an act of magic, was speechless. It made no sense to his materialistic mind. He realized that he had helped the road rat because he felt compelled to -- and then only after he decided to stop. Now this person of obvious madness was asking for a ride and had not even offered to add a cent to the gas money. He knew it rested in his fate to answer yes or no; he preferred no!

"Awe, give the old guy a ride", Joe broke in without even thinking about it, then added ... "it won't do any harm and if you don't he probably will continue to block our way."

Bob did not know why he was compelled to agree, but he just did .

"OK, just hop in and lets get the heck back on the road, I've lost enough time already!"

Without a further word, the old man opened the door, squeezed his person into the rear of the car, and relaxed into the cool, soft seat with a gentle sigh.

Bob once more turned the ignition on, and with all power and haste, resumed his journey.

Joe turned in his seat and faced the content stranger. "What is your name?" He asked of the mystical wanderer.

"I am called Serus, Serus Jebilia. What is yours?"

"Joe."

"And may I ask of your generous companion his appellation?"

"His what?" Joe inquired of Serus, a look of confusion draping his dirt washed face.

"He means name." Bob said, a triumphant, beaming smile crossing his face. "My "appellation" is Bob..."

"Mr. Bob, your automobile is one of superb craftsmanship and it's powerfully capable engine enables it to glide like a Falcon swooping upon it's prey. What is the destination of this glorious machine?" Serus asked in gentle, persuasive voice.

"I am on my way to visit my girl friend... what the hey, why am I telling you..."

"Because I asked..." Serus cut in. "...and that must be your reason for such haste. She must be as beautiful as a lotus in bloom! I was once aquatinted with a lovely lady. Her name was Delphi. She was of ageless beauty and character. We met along the Nile River in Egypt. Oh, how soft, delicate and persuasive she was. With long, rich, deep black locks of hair, and smooth, glowing bronze skin. A Cleopatra! We were married. Yes I can understand your impatience with this endless road..." Serus continued.

Looking directly into Joe's eyes, he took on a serious look and asked, "Mr. Joe, what is your destination?"

"I don't know." Joe answered as his mind began to race again with the same questions and answers that had annihilated all other thoughts earlier. "I'm just traveling."

"Just traveling." Serus mimicked "What of your family...your Father, Mother, Brothers, Sisters...."

. "My Fathers dead and my family does not care..." Answered Joe with a shrug of his shoulders. "I've just been traveling the countryside."

"Joe, all must stay in touch with their family, and... they must know their destination and purpose at each turn in life. An absence of purpose in life brings forth a desolate journey which leads to a state of inadequacy. One must set goals and then act upon them. If during your journey within your prescribed goal an opportunity arises that is at odds with that goal, no matter the temptation, you must decide with serious-mindedness if it is proper to change your original goal. Sometimes one must set aside an opportunity to continue on his way with sacrifice in mind. For what is success without difficulty. How will one enjoy their success with out failure, pain and sacrifice. Allow me to relate a story which occurred long, long ago...

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His father named him Justine and he grew into a strapping young man who could work twice as hard as anyone else. Though hunger and hard toil was the normalcy of his life, he also became happy within the nature of the land, the love of his family, and most of all, his faith in GOD! He made due and was content. One day, after completing his chores, Justine decided to call on a young lady of a neighboring clan. Her name was Gwendlin. He had met her at the last year's celebration of the harvest and had called upon her several times. They had spoken of marriage and had agreed that each would wait for the other no matter the time nor circumstance. She resided in a village several days ride from Justine's village. Borrowing the only horse the clan owned, he set upon his journey.

"You be careful son and remember not to ride that horse to hard, we cannot afford another." His father called out as Justine galloped away.

Justine set upon his journey with love in mind and the young ladies hand in marriage. His goal was one of happiness and continuation of the clan. As he journeyed across the land he chanced upon a caravan of merchants. When he saw the rich attire gracing the figures of these travelers he was amazed: rich, gold and silver threaded, silk garments; gold rings, sparkling with emeralds and rubies upon manicured hands. An immense train of servants bore huge bundles containing the wealth of these travelers. As he passed through the bearers, a piercing shout of pain swept across the line. Heeling his horse, he galloped to where the cry had originated from.

Once piled high with sacks of spices and other precious items, the large cart was now lying awkwardly on it's side, its cargo spilled all about the large man of obvious distinction whom was trapped underneath the braces of it's carriage; attempting to remove it were group of servants in a state of confusion and Justin knew that the man would have to be removed immediately or he would be further injured. With forethought and quickness he was known to possess, he grabbed a rope and lassoes the tongue of the cart. Using all his power to convey the urgency of the situation to his horse, he succeeded in pulling the cart off the man.

The man was the chief of his clan and was so happy to escape with only a slight injury, he ordered a feast prepared for the hero Justine.

That night, arrayed before this simple man were huge silver platters containing delicacies from across the globe. While maidens danced in allure, he feasted upon each and every item: dates, cherries, all manners of meat and vegetable, and desserts that appeared with pomp and circumstance. At the conclusion of the banquet the chief invited Justine to join his clan by offering his daughters hand in marriage.

Justine informed the chief, though he was honored by this act of respect and generosity, he could not except. He apprised him of the reasons and the chief, with wisdom and knowledge, ordered his servant to bring him a sack of gold. This was given to Justine and, after a nights stay and a repeat performance at breakfast, he was on his way once more--though much in wealth with his payment in the form of a gift of gold.

Justine waved good-bye and galloped into the countryside. He was sure he would be honored when he told his people the story and offered the sack of gold... they could purchase twenty horses now and still have gold left over! With that in mind, he resumed his journey.

After traveling the day along a quiet road, Justine came upon an inn with a sign of a roasted duck. Smoke curled from it's stone chimney, beckoning him, causing an urgency of growls from deep within his stomach. Justine had brought his own meals of hard, brown bread and stale cheese, but the aroma awakened in him further curiosity.

Halting at the hitching post, he reached into his tunic and removed the sack of gold, opened the draw strings, and grasped several gold coins. He replaced the sack and swung down off his horse. A servant appeared and led his horse off to a clean bay full of fresh sweet hay.

Entering through a large, steel braced, oaken door, he was immediately seized with fascination at the comforts displayed with in the warm confines of this place. Huge tables were arrayed throughout the room; each piled high with stoneware plates and bowls brimming to overflow with stew, fresh bread and fruit. Wooden chairs--not stumps of oak --with large, padded seats, and high backs were placed around them. An immense, roaring fire place, it's flames whipping large, black kettles to boil and steam, produced a rich abundance of fragrances which tantalized his nostrils. A large crowd of robust men feasted in drink and song as delightful maidens kept their cups brimming to overflow with a golden, frothing liquid. Above the main room, a loft was set with large cots of goose down mattresses and thick, clean, woolen blankets.

`Is this what I have been missing?' He thought to himself.

"Come on over and grab a seat..." A large, gleeful, well dressed gentleman informed Justine with a hearty roar.

Justine grabbed a seat and in a moments moment was inundated with the feast.

"So what brings a man out in the cold on a night like this, hey...?" One of the men seated by Justine asked as he gorged upon a leg of mutton.

Justine began reciting the story of his adventure and soon it had been told to all-- including a group of men who seemed more interested in the reward of gold than the story itself.

"So, what will a rich man such as you invest his new found fortune?" Asked a bearded landowner---more to himself than Justine. "Maybe you can journey to the port of Arabad and hire a ship and then travel to India. We can purchase a cargo of spices and triple the gold!" he continued--adding himself as a participant.

Justine stopped eating and thought of the rewards of tripling the gold. He could then live like this! In fact his entire clan could! But what of his soon to be wife? What of the horse that would be essential for the tilling of the land come spring? Well, the gold would bring enough horses and goods to remove his people from their servitude! But...

Deep in thought, Justine shut out the sounds reverberating around him and decided to sleep on it till morning and then decide.

"I shall answer you tomorrow. Then will I decide what course to take."

Late that night, as Justine rolled, tossed, and turned in the comforts of the cot's deep, supple down, he thought of all of his kin, friends, and most of all, his wife: throwing their arms up in joyous welcome at his return, with a long caravan of bundle toting servants and four wheeled carts overflowing with the riches of the lands--finally, after two hours, he drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.

The next morning, before the sun arose in all it's splendor, Justine awoke and notified the individual whom had inquired of him the night previously that he was interested in the venture. They shook hands, ate their breakfast, and started on a journey which would take them to the four corners of the earth. And before Justine had realized it, three years had passed.

One bright, spring time day, Justine informed his partner that it was time for him to go home: "It is time I think, my Friend, for my return to my people."

"I believe that your share of the profits will allow you and one hundred others to live in splendor for the rest of your lives! I will miss you, but I will visit you one day. Justine, you be careful and return with GOD'S protection." His partner replied with a generous hug.

After a six month journey, richly attired and mounted upon a great stallion with his own caravan traveling several days behind, Justine returned back to his village and the people he loved.

Reaching the top of a hill overlooking the village of his birth, with a loud hoop of hurrah and a fancy two foot stand of his stallion, Justine galloped the hillside down to the mud huts that he remembered so well. Upon reaching his own family hut, he was astounded by it's forlorn appearance. The mud had long ago disintegrated back to it's original state of dirt and rotted brush. In fact, the entire village had the appearance of abandonment. No one greeted him. No one was even there. In a rush of fear, Justine raced the road to Gwendlin's village.

After two days journey of non-stop riding, Justine reached the village and saw that it was just as he left it. Charging towards Gwendlin's hut, he halted his horse at the door, and in one motion, leapt to the ground. He knocked hard upon the door's surface until he heard the shouting of its occupants.

Suddenly the door opened and a tired old woman appeared. Justine could not believe his eyes. It was Gwendlin's mother. She had aged so much in three years that she seemed three times her age.

With out showing any signs of joy or even sorrow, in a monotone voice of unconcern, she spoke: "What are you doing here? Everyone supposed you were dead."

"Where is Gwendlin, what happened to my village? Where are my people? WHAT HAPPENED!!?" Justine roared out.

"Gwendlin is dead. She worried and worried about you until she passed away of a broken heart. They could do nothing. Your people were sold into slavery because they could not till the fields and their debts could not be repaid... last year... sold to a group of slave traders whom came from the east. Even your father and mother were separated and sold. I do not know what to say." She then turned back into her hut as she closed the door.

Justine was devastated. He had returned with enough wealth to deliver his village from the bonds of the earth. He had an entire caravan of spices, silks, wine, and other items of wealth--but he had no one to give it to. He had taken not only the horse of his clan, but the life of his love and delivered the lives of his people into slavery!

For the rest of his life, Justine would journey; not for riches of gold and silver, but for the riches of his family! Once again he traveled every road and byway he could searching the four corners of the earth for his family. He would never see them again. After ten years of travels his material wealth had become as exhausted as his health. He finally died with out ever again sharing in the joy of his family.

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You see, Joe, life to you has been like traveling in this motorized chariot, only viewing life through the side windows. You can see the trees along the highway, but they are a solid wall of muted color, rushing in finger painted blur through the panes of glass. In imitation of your very own life, the side windows represent the stages that you have traversed thus far---a blur, unrecognizable, it's safety a mutation of thought and vision. You fail to see the way through the front window: It remains clear and distinct." Serus continued, then stopped to contemplate his words.

"Remember..." Serus added, "...one must take the time to plan and stick to that plan and the road will remain clear. Even unplanned events must begin with a plan! You must have a road that you allow to remain clear. Unwelcome events that chance upon the way will be blurred by the speed with which you travel. And always, look at life as a learning experience, and then use the knowledge gained to assist those that are in need. When difficulties arise, look for the best in them. If you arise in the morning and your tire is flat, be happy it did not occur when you were driving at a high rate of speed. If you are in an accident, look for what is not damaged rather then what is! In this manner, you will learn to over come the obstacles that swerve into your life. Remember, all terrible situations are disposed of through a dulling of memory; some instantaneous, some over short periods of time --- such as physical pain--- others, those mountains of hard rock, take years of storms to wear away, and occasionally a boulder of discord is left in their wake. They can sit perched within the mind, deeply locked away in a directory titled: 'It wasn't my fault, File: accident, note, I did not ask for this life... see mistake'--ready to tumble down and expose themselves. How one utilizes these memories remains the most important agenda of life. You can place blame, pointing fingers of anger and denial, and remain in fear of a landslide, or, you can utilize these files as a comparison and education of life. For each individuals journey through life has its own pain and sorrow. How one learns from their difficulties determines their strength. Some may feel that the pain of a simple day without sustenance is as difficult as some one's pain of loss of a loved one. It is a relative question, pain is... and sorrow. You must look at each individual with the idea that your pain cannot be as tremendous as theirs! No matter what! No matter the pain you have persevered through. In this way you come to realize you are blessed by HIS faith. That faith will remain the pane of glass that separates you from the blur! Joe, look out the front window, go ahead and really look! It is as clear as GOD'S WORD! Clear and direct!"

Joe looked out the front window. He could see the road was clear and direct. You could see where you were going! 'That was it!' He thought to himself. His life could be like 'traveling along this road --- where events of unplanned action and reaction would pass as a blur: automatic and swift, the difficulties muted, the end always clear!'

Serus Jebilia ended his wisdom with a large sweep of his hands as he said: "If you have faith, listen to your heart and plan with your mind: your answers will come as the rays of a summers sun... bountiful, enlightening, and with certainty..."

"Wait a minute..." Bob broke in. "..how can you say that Justine's actions caused the death of Gwendlin or even the demise of his clan? He set out on a journey to help, not to destroy! How do you know that Gwendlin did not pass away from natural causes? And the way the times were, the family could have been sold into slavery anytime... Fate is the answer. Yes, I for one know that fate has it's way, not faith. What is faith anyway? Faith is nothing more than living a dream. Only fate exists and IT decides your future, no matter what! One does not have to plan! Not really... Joe, you must let fate decide which road it chooses to take you."

Jebilia did not flinch, nor did he show any indications of his displeasure with Bob's rude interruption. He just interrupted Bob in return...

"...It is faith, not fate which decides the road. Those whom possess unwavering faith are allowed to question; for the answers to those questions always prove that faith is the answer --- because the questions are always answered...to those with faith!"

Jebilia Serus sat still -- watching the large grin that swept across Joe's face--- with a smug expression which said to Bob: "Top that!"

"You say faith--faith in what or whom? When I wanted this car I got it. It was my fate. It was supposed to happen. I did not pray to a GOD for it. I did not ask anyone for it. I just went out and got it! You show me where faith assisted anyone and I will show you how it was not so!"

"The faith I am talking about is faith in ALMIGHTY GOD, Creator of all. All whom possess THAT faith shall always be rewarded with all answers to their questions. "

Bob had a look of disbelief plastered to his face as he shook his head from side to side.

"If that is so, then why did I stop on the road to help Joe? Fate brought me to the side of the road and fate was responsible for his rescue. I did not ask to rescue anyone! I am also sure that fate offered you a ride! In fact, I would have never stopped if it wasn't for fate! Let us say that I had not stopped to investigate when I saw Joe lying on the roadside, I would have more than likely missed you entirely-- you would have received a ride from someone else. I offered you a ride only because Joe begged me to! If I had not stopped, Joe would not be in the car...and neither would you!"

"Mr. Bob, do you believe that fate compels a weed to grow among the rocks, full and in bloom, with only a few drops of moisture to nourish it's thin roots? Why do weeds give birth to wonderfully rich blossoms? Is it fate that provides man with the power to persevere? Was it fate which created these trees, this sky, the sun and even you?" Serus asked.

Bob thought for a moment, looked over at an intent Joe, then answered...

"Fate began with the evolution of life. It was born through the need for the survival of the species. Once life gained a foothold upon the earth, it developed as a necessary part of that life. As life became complicated in ever greater leaps, fate determined which species would survive and which would not. Through the power of the genetic structure..."

"Whoa, wait a minute..." Serus interrupted. "...are you implying fate is involved in the genetic make-up of living organisms? It would seem to me that the word fate implies that all events are guided by an unseen power. A power programmed in a predetermined manner. Do you recall your original statement concerning an individuals right to decide? Did you not communicate in precise and clear language that fate would show Joe the way? That he should rely on unmitigated fate! When a butterfly flaps his wings in Sydney Australia, can it spawn a hurricane in Florida? Will a raindrops ripple as it splashes into the ocean transform the waves? Are not all events on this planet connected one way or another? Who or what decides the course of a rivers run? Can one alter fate, or is it totally refined into perfect order? No, one cannot revolve around an unknown symbol when their life and the lives of others depend upon the actions and reactions of that individual. I shall relate a story of fact to you...

In the beginning, a portal opened but a crack. A flash of brilliant energy exploded the pitch black of darkness into a multitude of dazzling colors. Blinding in HIS power, tremendous in HIS glory, HIS ray of light producing energy transformed dark to light and light to dark. Dust particles, dancing upon a molecular trapeze with in this ray, a disharmonious mixture of life and death, are transformed by HIS will. They become the ingredients of huge, dense masses to form heaven and earth, from which land, sea and air evolve upon HIS direction into ever changing separate entities. Upon earth, creature and beast soon follow---created by HIS choice. Finally, earth is populated with a correct amount of checks and balances. A pure interaction of creature evolving in HIS nature. Not until all is perfect does he decide HIS system is right for the introduction of a special and magnificent creature...MAN!

He decides this creature will be created in HIS image and likeness. Thus in man, and only in man, will He bestow a spectacular gift by breathing life from HIMSELF. This breath becomes man's soul, it enables man to evolve separately and distinctly from all other plants, creatures, and crawling things. It delivers the powers of choice and reason and therefore man's dominance on earth. Though all other beings possess life and spirit, they do not possess a soul. Theirs is a simple life of continuing evolution with nature. On the other hand, man has the power to evolve in mind. Therefore man can evolve in spirit and soul to reach a truly harmonious relationship with HIM.

Thus man began life with the power of choice in harmonious relationship with his creator. All that GOD asked in return was faith. Yes faith in HIM to provide his love and sacrifice. After placing man in a garden containing all of the wonders of life, and creating a helper from his man's rib, HE informed man that but for one tree, man could have all of the garden he desired. HE allowed that tree to remain as test of man's faith.

Man was explicitly informed not to eat of this particular tree. This order was given by GOD to man with an understanding of the consequences -- Man would die. He would cease to exist. GOD allowed man to use his faith in GOD to choose the right path! Fate was not responsible, faith was! GOD could have removed the tree, HE could have stopped man, but he so loved man that HE allowed man to make his own choices. Had man had faith, man would have eventually eaten of the tree of life and lived forever. For the tree of life, with it's power of eternal life, stood next to the tree of good and evil! When Lucifer appeared and informed woman that the interpretation of the word faith was fate, he set into motion a chain of events that man has ever since battled with. He said that if man ate from the tree of good and evil he would reach GOD'S stature; that it was only a matter of fate and destiny. Man chose fate and the rest is destiny... and history! But let me add, though GOD said if man ate from the tree that he "will surely die", GOD allowed man to live.

GOD gave man a way to regain his position with HIM. In fact, GOD tried all manners of ways to show man the true and best choices. After endless famines, plagues and floods, which involved faith and not fate, he finally sent HIS SON as sacrifice for mans sins! He relented and gave man an easy choice at HIS expense. For life is but a choice between good and evil, between right and wrong, between CHRIST and the Anti-Christ. There is no middle, there is no other way. What would your material things do for you after you leave this temporal place? Will your children respect and enjoy all of your acquisitions? Will they keep them, or just sell, throw, and bury them away? Do you truly believe that mans only purpose in life on earth is to gather material wealth such as cars, boats and other items? Is it not so that man was given dominion over all of the wonderful and beautiful gifts of GOD: trees, flowers, streams, rivers, lakes, animals?... The list is endless. It is not fate, but faith which performs the miracles in earthly life! Do you not see that if man would have come together, living and sharing in HIS gifts, man would have been truly righteous? All evil would have been swept away forever and GOD would have been pleased and happy. Look at the signs in the road of life and the answers will leap out at you and grab you with their ease of beauty !"

When Serus had completed his oration, both Bob and Joe were astounded. The silence in the car was overwhelming. It was as if the automobile was cruising along in total silence, its occupants floating on a wave of absolute serene thought. The Holy Spirit had gained a foot-hold and would not let go. Joe was joyous in every way. His questions were answered in a manner that he was hard pressed to excuse!

"Oh, GOD, I thank you and love you from the bottom of my heart!" He loudly shouted-- so loud, it snapped Bob out of his stupor and he reacted once more in his usual way to the sudden interruption by slamming on the brakes. The car once more veered across the road to come to a sudden, screeching stop.

"Hold on a minute!" Bob yelled. "Am I stupid or what?. This whole exchange is ridiculous. Do you suppose that all of a sudden I will believe that there is a GOD? One that loves me so much that he allows all of life's difficulties to feed upon my happiness? Can you imagine this? A runaway and a fool--though I might say eloquent fool, but fool never the less--riding in the comforts of my car, telling me stories about my choices concerning his GOD, and I, knowing better, am all of a sudden thinking this foolish garbage is true! Joe, it is emotion not fact that instills the feelings that you now have. What Serus said sounds great, but it is not so. Should we worry about the hardships of others? I do not think so. Each person should worry about their own problems. That is the only choice that makes any sense! Can you imagine what life would be if everyone jumped into the lives of others? The world would be a place of discord and inconclusive action. People are hard pressed to rectify their own lives let alone others. No, the fact remains that there is no life after death. There is no salvation. There is no higher being other than fate and nature. You must enjoy life while you can, it is so short. In fact...", He said to Serus, "...you can get out of my car and get yourself another driver to listen to your stories."

"Well, if that is what your conscious tells you than no one will ever convince you but your self! But I hope that your conclusion does not effect their young companion's future," Serus replied, and turning to Joe, he said, "Joe, I shall resume my journey. I believe that you know the way and I recommend you continue riding with Bob. It is most difficult to find one that will help others. Bob has been most kind!"

With all said, he removed his person from the car and Bob took off-- leaving Serus Jebilia in a wake of dust... like Old Man Bianco so long ago!

As the Chevy resumed it's control of the road, with Bob singing in mimic to the songs blaring from the radio, Joe stared out the back window and watched Serus and his waving hand become but a speck of dust upon the glass.

The short period that Serus rode in the car was one of revelation to Joe, it seemed that GOD had heard his questions and sent Serus! Yet he was confused by Bob's reactions and statements. How can he not believe what Serus stated?' He thought to himself. `Serus Jebilia was cool. He spoke the truth and he wished he was still riding with them. He enjoyed his stories.' Looking over at Bob, who was immune to the real world spinning all around him, he felt sorry for him. What would his life mean? What would he leave to man-kind? What was his destiny? Fate? Why was he so adamant concerning fate?

Once more the car zoomed along with it's occupants locked with in their own minds. Bob was in deep thought -- 'That doozy thinks faith has the answers... Faith... GOD... What ever... It all comes down to two things... Will and fate. That's what it was, will and fate.. ...and I have it. The will power to overcome and therefore control over my fate! ...'

As they came upon on a curve in the road, Bob happened to glance out the side window, thinking of what Serus said about trees rushing past or something, when...

"WATCH OUT!!"

A scream from Joe burst his thoughts. Looking up in a flash, he saw the car that was half in and half out of the road -- but it was to late.

With a resounding, terrifying screech, the automobile seemed to swerve sideways in slow motion as the stalled car grew rapidly in size until a sudden, deafening crash of steel meeting steel at seventy miles an hour stalled all vision, and the Chevy launched up and over it to land fifty feet down the road on top of it's roof.

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"Help me, Oooh! Help me Oooh GOD! Please help me"

"At last, an agnostic inquires of their masters assistance? I truly enjoy these Kodak moments! Why do you not utilize all that fate that you have concealed within your wallet?"

The voice sounded vaguely familiar. Bob fought to recall where he had heard it?

"Who are you? Are you the emergency team? Am I all right? How is my car?"

he cried out.... but only silence greeted his requests.

"Hey, Bob. You all right?" Joe's voice called out.

"Oh, its you! You trying to play games or what? Trying to play with my head. When I get up I'm gonna kick your butt!" Bob yelled menacing at the voice.

"Hey, I'm not playing games! I never said anything!" Joe yelled back, wondering if Bob had sustained a head injury.

"Is this a dream or what? ... How long ....have I been out? ..must have been long time 'cause it seems like twelve mid-night." Bob both inquired and stated at the same time. "I must be in shock, I can't move... someone should be here by now!"

"Well, well, well, have you recovered your stamina for fate!" The first voice called out ever so slowly.

He had it! It was Serus!

"Hey Serus baby, how did you get here? Recognized the car, hey? Listen, I can't move. I can't see. What's holding me? What time is it? Did you call an ambulance?"

No answers greeted Bob's pleading. He lay there thinking he had gone nuts when he thought he had the answer.

"Hey, Joe, stop imitating that crazy guy Serus --OK."

"I'm not. You keep calling out for GOD and talking to your self! I cannot get to you because the car has me trapped. Can't see you either. Your on the opposite side of the car."

"Are you all right?" Bob called out.

"I think I'm all right... Can you believe that? We're not dead! I have some pain in my back and I'm bruised and cut, but other than that I seem to be OK! Just stuck under the door. I hope someone comes and rescues us before dark."

"Is it dark?" Bob called out.

"No it's not! I can see clearly." Joe replied. "We hit a car abandoned in the road not more than thirty minutes ago."

"Feels like a thousand years, can you imagine an eternity like this?" A voice whispered in Bob's ear.

"Hey, Serus! Help us. Get help! I'm sorry, really! I didn't mean nothing! Hey, Joe, Serus is here. I think he's mad at..."

"Who is mad?" Joe broke in.

"That old man... Serus!"

"Hey. Bob. Hey! Serus ain't here! There is no one but you, me, your car, and the old Ford you hit.... It's probably your imagination! Hit your head or something. Listen, GOD will help us"

"Don't tell me that! He's right here. HEY. SERUS. SERUS! TALK TO JOE. TELL HIM YOUR RIGHT HERE!"

Silence greeted his requests.

"This ain't supposed to happen. It is not written this way. I tempted fate is what I did. That's what it is... should have left you on the side of the road..." Bob said, drifting in and out of consciousness.

"HEY BOB. BOB! HOLD ON BOB. HELP WILL COME!" Joe yelled, his thoughts of Bob's possible injuries flashing in moving picture color. Was it fate that had determined this situation!? If fate was so durable and precise what was next? It did not make any sense.

Joe then drifted off...

In the distant, the distinct wail of an ambulance, siren piercing the hot, dry air, grew louder and louder, until Joe awakened and saw it's lights flashing and beating, in a strong, rhythmic, heart beat, advancing the road. With the speed of a spitting cobra, the bright red truck, it's cry cut at the throat, seemed to land right on top of the wrecked Chevy. Rear doors flung open, attendants, gear in hand, leapt to the ground and in a moments breath were attending both victims. Several more vehicles containing additional emergency support personal appeared and both Joe and Bob were soon on their way in the safety of the red trucks belly.

Arriving at the hospital, a surreal world of bright lights and coordinated confusion greeted Joe and Bob. Attendants rushed them, strapped tightly to their transport gurneys, directly into a private bay where doctors and nurses began the diagnostic process in determination of their injuries.

Standing over Bob, a concerned doctor gave orders for several liters of whole blood as he fought to stabilize Bob's vital signs.

"Start the IV! I'll need x-rays as soon as he's stabilized! Give him 5cc of ... No, don't remove that brace on his neck until after the x-rays!" He commanded.

With a crowd of white, starched, uniformed attendants performing their appointed duties, he turned towards Joe, whose visual check up had indicated medium abrasions, a strained back and some cuts and bruises about the face, and indicated that the orderlies transport him for complete x-rays and if all was well, assign him to a room where he would be kept overnight for observation.

Joe awoke the following morning. He felt like he had been tackled by the entire Oakland Raiders football team. With private grunts and groans he made it out of the bed and into the lavatory. He was welcomed by a swollen and bruised face when he viewed himself in the mirror.

"Thank you GOD for watching over me," he praised, and then turned and limped back to the bed.

"How are you doing young man." A cheerful nurse greeted him as she entered the room with her hands full of gadgets to test, prompt, and inform him.

"I'm doing great, just hurt here and there. How is Bob? Is he all right?" He asked.

"The young man that was brought in with you is in intensive care. They will know more when he awakens." She replied as she placed an object around his arm. "Your blood pressure is fine, you should be able to leave in a few days. I want you to eat your breakfast and get some rest. OK?"

"Thank you, I will." He answered as thoughts of Bob raced through his mind.

"Did GOD save him because he have faith?" He asked himself.

It did not seem that fate assisted Bob to any degree... At least in the positive way! So, Joe prayed for Bob's recovery: "GOD I ask you to heal Bob. He does not understand. I don't think he is responsible for his belief in fate! Will you help him?"

At that moment a knock at the door interrupted Joe's thoughts.

"Well, well, well. It seems that the interruption of your journey will not detain you for long!"

'It's Serus Jebilia!' Joe thought with excitement. "SERUS! SERUS! IT IS SO GOOD TO SEE YOU! I DID NOT THINK I WOULD EVER SEE YOU AGAIN! SERUS!"

"Calm down Joe..." Serus said, "...I do not want my visit to promote your blood pressure and cause further detention now do we? Yes, it is I. I happened to receive a most generous gift of a ride and chanced upon the most grievous sight of Mr. Bob's wonderful automobile in pieces upon the side of the road. I was most distressed by thoughts of yours and his harm. The gentleman whom offered his assistance to this old, tired body, generously departed from his predetermined route and drove to the local police department. Once there, we were informed of your destination and promptly drove over. He has since returned to his journey and I have waited your awakening."

"Well, I'm all right, but Bob is in intensive care. I am worried that he may not make it or if he does he will be left with complications."

"You are a caring person, Joe. It is most joyous to see and hear someone in concern of another. It is a most absent phenomena in today's world. His future now rests in the LORDS hands."

"What I do not understand is the fact that I was not injured and he was...I mean so bad. Did GOD do it to teach a lesson... cause the accident? If he, Bob, does not have faith in GOD, then will GOD heal him? I am confused!" Joe said, his face pleading for truth.

"It is not GOD whom brings upon HIS children pain and suffering... GOD does not teach HIS children the way of HIS word through misfortune either. Life is such that the battle between good and evil is one of continuation. Events occur due to the touching of lives through a mired of events that just improve, empower and justify their strength in faith. Evil perpetuated by evil more than occasionally enjoins the faithful. Though, this fact is a very fundamental part of their lives, the faithful must not waver. The faithful must use the power that GOD bestowed in each and everyone of them. That power is a gift of dominion. With it, one can rule within their lives; calling upon HIM in times of tribulation. Just like you did!"

"How do you know that I called upon HIM for HIS intervention?" Joe asked, baffled by what Serus had said "I mean all of this is sort of strange. It cannot..."

"It cannot be that simple?" Serus said, completing Joe's thoughts which were left hanging by his interruption. "One must believe that HE is there to assist and protect all whom request his help---through any and all misfortune. Many times evil even befalls those of faith, but it is that faith that rewards them with His mercy. Bob is not being punished, nor is he being taught a lesson. Bob's misfortune is one of his own faults. Had Bob paid attention to his goal, that of driving along a busy highway instead of reasoning that fate intercedes in all things, he would not lie upon a bed in an intensive care ward of a hospital. But it will take the power of faith to cure him! Faith can intercede in his life if he requests it through his heart. The power of medical science is only made great by HIS gifts of dominion and choice! With out HIS intercession, no procedure would come to fruition. With out GOD there would be no good! It is a miracle even when a simple antibiotic works it's power to assist in the curing of a simple abrasion such as those that have appeared upon your person. It is a miracle that both Bob and you simply survived the horrendous event which brought you to this hospital! For with every medical innovation and cure that man invents, finds and perfects, several other events concerning disease and injury replace them. Like I stated previously, this battle between good and evil will continue until man joins HIM. But, only those with power of faith will join HIM. They will be learned, educated, and ready to assume the responsibilities that will be required of them."

"But what of fate. Is fate real? He mean how can Bob believe in fate?"

"Fate can not interfere with his life. Fate is a word that was invented to replace reasoning for events that occur in the lives of the unfaithful. To them, the question is one of reality. They seem to believe, that yes, a power exists, a power that is responsible for all events in their lives during their brief stay upon this earth, but it is not one of the power of GOD--- that is the true power of the true GOD. More than occasionally, man, in his desire to reap souls for HIM by planting HIS word--through the many denominations that have sprouted like an over fertilized crop of corn--has made honest mistakes; GOD'S word often ends up in a bowl brimming within a harvest of intention--an abundance of mixed corn. It can only be reasonable to come to the conclusion that with each ear of corn matured with a different amount and combination of fertilizer, the end result is an abundance of ears that hear versus listen. Many of GOD'S once faithful have matured with the defects of this improper FERTILIZATION! How long will HIS word last when HIS message is tossed and turned upon waves of a stormy sea of political thought. Is it not right to teach ours---and HIS children---that faith is the ultimate salvation and motivation in this earthly life? That with faith their lives are meaningful and happy? This is HIS message and this is the way! It must be seeded within the very moments of birth, and then, with delicate, proper care, nourished and fortified with truth and love through out the growing period, until it is mature and ready to assume it's responsibility to others--thereby begetting it's glory and power!"

With that said, Serus Jebilia arose and assisted Joe off the bed and through the door.

A comical vision of the old, stooped Serus, attired in his clownish outfit and Joe, with hospital gown and limping stride, greeted all those whom they passed. The entire ward looked in amazement at the duo. Whispers and pointing fingers were soon left behind as they entered the elevator.

DING! The elevator signaled that Serus and Joe had reached the intensive care ward. Exiting through the doors as they swished open, the duo proceeded to the glassed in area were Bob rested.

"Wow, look at all of the bandages!" Joe said, his face in awe at Bob's mummified body.

"It states here that spinal damage is suspected." Serus said as he viewed Bob's chart with the air of a qualified surgeon. "But I do believe that I may be of emotional assistance, let us finagle our way inside." He then grabbed a smock that was perched upon a hook outside of the door and they proceeded inside..

"Were you once a doctor?" Joe asked as he stared, perplexed, at this man of so many words and actions.

"Are they not all doctors in one way or another? Cannot all heal others as well as themselves? Does a mother not doctor her children with love and care? Does not a laying upon hands and words of faith assist those that are in sorrow? Faith is the answer, but faith must be total and complete. All doubt must be tossed aside, and the acceptance of HIM, through faith, must take doubts place to achieve ultimate cure! Remember the word hope has no meaning in one of faith, for hope means that one does not have faith!"

Serus turned, leaving Joe mystified, and began moving his hands rapidly over Bob's conscious body.

"How are you feeling Mr. Bob." Serus asked, his hands performing a swift and thorough examination.

Groggily, Bob looked in amazement at this doctor who looked, spoke, and acted like that nut Serus. Whispering through the tubes which were arrayed all about his bandaged face, he asked about his prognosis.

"I am happy that I can see, but will I walk?"

"I determine that you are in bruised but fine shape. No long time repercussions will follow you. Just rest and soon you will be back on the road and with your loved ones."

Bob's eyes lit up... and then he realized--though he never mentioned it--that it was Serus whom worked some hocus pokus on him. Was he truly healed, could he truly believe this man? Was this a message from the God that he talked of...

As Bob lay confused, attempting to sort answers, Serus turned and lightly grasped Joe's shoulder and guided him out of the room.

"Let us go back to your room. I must be leaving soon to journey upon another mission."

Joe was glad that Bob would be fine, but he was only further confused as to who Serus was and why he appeared as he did. Was he a messenger of GOD, or just an educated wanderer?

"Serus, who are you?" Joe blurted out. "I mean why are you helping Bob?"

"It is not I that helps Bob, it is he! He that helps all. I am like you, an earthly being created by HIM to care and protect HIS creations. You see, GOD creates man to procreate man until man can assist GOD in caring for HIS creations! If you recall, GOD said, let us make man in our image, after our likeness, and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth. It is man whom was created to look after GOD'S creations! He said, let the waters bring forth abundantly the creatures of the seas and the fowl of the air---and the waters did. Yes, be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it, and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moveth upon the earth. Man has since struggled in his determination to fulfill these commands due to his fall from grace. Satan has enjoined the weak by using guerrilla tactics such as introducing the word fate! For GOD, fate can only mean that either you are saved or you are not. Period! GOD ended Satan's domination through the salvation of CHRIST, HIS only begotten SON! GOD has fortified man with HIS power. When man is reborn through the acceptance of CHRIST, they have stability, purpose, and eternal life! It is therefore CHRIST in us, through the Holy Spirit, that gives us HIS powers of healing and cure. And it is CHRIST whom delivers healing and cure to the faithfull through those with out faith! One must realize, that though it seems in times of urgency, when answers to prayer do not seem to be heard, that GOD has reason and meaning to all that occurs upon this temporary place. The ultimate fact remains, that even when a loved one is called unto GOD, it is with a purpose in mind, and that person will be reborn to a glorious place with GOD! No one loses! The faithful should rejoice rather then grieve for them!! The faithful must look towards the message which has been delivered. For it is a fact that GOD has purpose for all of HIS creations. You must strive to be as he was when he walked upon this earth. It was He whom demonstrated through His earthly death that rebirth to eternal life is truth! Remember, as the Lord Jesus, THE CHRIST, said: Verily, Verily, I say unto you, He that believeth on me, the works that I do shall he do also; and greater works than these shall he do; because I go unto my Father! And whatsoever ye shall ask in my name, that I will do, that the Father may be glorified in the Son."

And then, Serus firmly grasped Joe's arm, lowered his voice and said: "I must leave upon My journey. I am called to continue the battle. Remember, she will call for you one day; she will need you one day--family shall always remain the one item which has the fullest measure of His power, of his blood, to defeat your enemyl! If you are ever in need, just all upon GOD", and then, he turned and walked through the door.

Later that day, a doctor came by and informed Joe that Bob was examined again and it seemed that he was in perfect shape. Though still bruised and sore, he had had no serious injuries, he would be able to leave in a few days!

But Joe knew better!...

Harry, Joe would never see the traveling preacher named Serus again; though he would often hear his voice, sincere and bold, reciting His stories of faith and truth. Stories which have comforted and guided him through life's winding road; it's ups and downs and it's valleys and peaks---where insignificant pebbles of fear often became monstrous boulders of hate!

Bob recovered and for the next year, up until Joe went into the Armed forces, traveled the country with Joe. They journeyed the land together, experiencing many situations of difficulty and faith, but through it all, through thick and thin, they knew that GOD traveled with them... And Serus...