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I know this is too much information, but I was sitting on the commode staring down at my feet, and wondering what in the world toes are for. What really is their purpose? They just get stubbed on, or blistered or ingrown, or itchy or sore.

Well, because I have no life, I went on the internet to ask the purpose and function of toes. I learned they are actually extremely important. They help us distribute our weight equally when we stand-up. They flex and grip the floor or the bottom of our shoes to provide the push off when we want to move forward or backward. They also flex to keep us from falling forward when going downhill. People who lose their toes for surgical reasons have much trouble with balance and movement.

I learned we need to take care of our toes. Don’t abuse them. Isn’t the human body amazing? Everything has a purpose. Fascinating what you can ponder when sitting on the potty.

I’ve always been fascinated at how wearing glasses and contact lenses can correct your vision. The glass is structured in such a way that it bends the light that enters your eye, recentering it properly on the retina. Voila! Fuzzy objects become clear. Depth perception is restored. Amazing.

Life gets out of focus as well. The line between right and wrong gets very blurry and decisions become worrisome and scary. Going back to God’s word is always a good way to correct the way you see life. The bible will bend the light of your conscience so that it is properly recentered in your heart.

Let the word of God be your spiritual glasses and you’ll always see a very clear path.

This morning I was reading the third chapter of the book of James in the bible. It basically says if you can control your speech, you can control your entire body. That makes sense. Speech is such a quick process. We think it, we say it. Often we say too much, or say the wrong thing at the wrong time to the wrong people. Lies are told, feelings are hurt, anger develops, friendships are shattered, jealousy, envy and resentment can fester. All because of a handful of inappropriate words.

Maybe if we just slowed down the speaking process. When you think of something you’d like to say, pause for just a second and ask yourself: Does this really need to be said? Will this be helpful?

Speech has incredible power. Use it to build people up. And keep in mind sometimes it’s wiser not to use it at all.

Our group tour visit to Washington DC included a stop at the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History. Most of my fellow tourists seemed drawn to the simulated reconstructions of dinosaurs, woolly mammoths, and various other fossils. I guess I’m kind of weird, because I was most entranced by ……. pottery. Yes, pottery.

There was just something awe-inspiring to me about looking at a water jug that is 3,000 years old. Just imagine, this beautifully striped container in front of me was probably spun on a pottery wheel by an Assyrian woman around 700 BC, then used to draw water for cooking and bathing. It somehow survived the empires of Babylonia, Greece, Persia, the Holy Roman Empire, the Middle Ages, the Renaissance, the Industrial Age, and here it was in a glass display.

If only it could talk. If only it could describe the rulers, the wars, the people and the ways of life that it went through. Next to it was a crude knife and fork used by a working class ancient Greek family. What was life like for them? A weathered table and chair where a Roman woman once sat and sewed her family’s garments. Life must have been so basic, so simple, yet so labor-intensive for these common folks.

You can have all your dinosaurs and mammoths. I am more enchanted by these basic little links to the history of man. Helps me realize that despite all of our differences, we all have so much of life in common, and its been true for millenia.

As our group tour of Washington DC continued, we visited the Capitol building, the familiar domed structure so common on our TV sets for most of our lives. The centerpiece of the Capitol is the magnificent rotunda, a cavernous circle of awe-inspiring architecture, sculpture and paintings, all depicting American history. 180 feet above us is the underside of the dome, a fresco painting which covers more than 4,600 feet of the ceiling. It was painted in 1865 by Constantino Brumidi as a tribute to George Washington.

This is the world famous room where presidents and other famous dignitaries lie in state at their passing. Also the location of various balls and celebrations. As I looked around at the throng of other tourists, I couldn’t help noticing the great majority of them appeared foreign. I overheard a variety of languages other than English being spoken. They ooh and ahh at the majesty and history of the room. As Americans, we seemed to be in a minority amongst visitors to this spectacular edifice.

I guess we don’t realize that, as we long to visit intriguing foreign places such as England, France, Italy, Greece and many more, the rest of the world dreams of visiting here. And when they arrive, they quickly understand what all the fuss is about.

There’s no place like America.

On this leg of our group tour through Washington DC we visited the famous national mall area, bookended by the Lincoln Memorial and the Washington Monument, with the familiar long, rectangular pool in between. Memorials to those who fought in the Vietnam and Korean wars are also here. The large plaza at the foot of the Lincoln Memorial has apparently become a common staging location for protests of many kinds. While we there, a small group of young women were loudly yelling their condemnation and disapproval of something. I couldn’t quite make out what it was.

The protestors were engulfed by the flow of thousands of tourists milling about the area, largely ignoring their cries. I thought if this had happened in an Alabama city, there would be TV crews everywhere. It would be “breaking news” and the talk of the town. Yet here it seemed clearly regarded as a routine occurrence, hardly warranting the attention of anyone.

This would certainly not be true in places such as North Korea, Iran, Russia or China. I was reminded of the privilege of living in a country where protest and free speech in a public place are allowed within reason. A country where I can express my opinion, but also where I am free to ignore the protests of others.

We were on a tour of the Smithsonian Air & Space Museum in Chantilly, Virginia. All manner of aircraft are on display there. But one plane in particular sent a chill through me. It was the Enola Gay. THE Enola Gay. This was the actual plane that, on August 6, 1945, dropped an atomic bomb on Hiroshima, Japan. The explosion carried the power of 15,000 tons of TNT. Estimates range as high as 140,000 people on the ground were killed instantly by a fireball 840 feet in diameter, packing a temperature of more than one million degrees Centigrade.

Nine days later, Japan surrendered, ending the pacific theater of World War II. As I stared in awe at the historic aircraft, I focused on the cockpit. I pictured Captain Paul Tibbets sitting in there. The 30 year-old Illinois native was the pilot who gave the order to release the bomb. I wondered what was going through his mind. He was following orders of course. But he must have had some pause at the massive destruction of many innocent human lives he was about to initiate.

The enemy was also trying to develop the bomb. They would surely have used it on us if they had completed it first. Freedom is not free. Its cost has been beyond tragic.

For both sides.

Sharon and I recently took part in a group tour of Washington DC through our church. We travelled by bus, covering roughly 1,300 miles round trip. There were 52 people on the bus for the seven day adventure. Most of them we did not know. But for that week, they were our neighborhood, our world. We travelled together, toured together, and ate meals together.

By the time we arrived back home, we had gotten to know many of them much better. We had made new friends. The sights and sounds of our nation’s capital were impressive and exciting, but making new relationships gave us the warmest feeling inside.

You are not alone. There are folks out there with similar problems, similar circumstances, similar experiences. Good folks just trying to find their way through life like you. We are, by nature, social creatures. Don’t be afraid to get involved in group activities, to approach new people and start new conversations. You may be surprised at how quickly you can bond with others. You can never make too many friends.

Especially good ones.

I have had the opportunity recently to speak to and work with many teenagers at our local high school. And I must say, I am impressed. There is a tendency for we older folks to just stereotype today’s young people as merely media-addicted, shallow robots. I did not find that to be true.

These teenagers were smart, eloquent and savvy. Their heads were in the right place, they understand the world around them, their values are solid, and they have the desire to live right and make the world a better place. They’re not stupid, naive children, and they deeply resent being treated as such. They understand and accept discipline and rules. They are mannerly and polite. I was pleasantly surprised to learn I could have intelligent, serious conversations with them. This was not the image that is commonly painted of our youth.

You know what? I think the country’s going to be all right in their hands. If it can survive being in our hands.

If your faith in God’s programming for all living things ever wavers, you might consider the sea turtle. Female sea turtles mate in the ocean, then instinctively return to the beach where they were hatched, use their hind flippers to dig a 20 inch hole in the sand, and lay 50 to 300 eggs in the hole. Then they cover the hole, often even bringing twigs to disguise it, and return to the sea, never to see their offspring again. They will go through this reproductive process multiple times in a season, and always in the dark of night for safety.

30 to 60 days later, the babies hatch, also usually at night, and somehow know to crawl into the water and seek shelter and food. Only about one in one thousand will survive to adulthood because of predators, which explains why females lay so many eggs. Just enough for the species to continue. Hatchlings never know their parents and receive no training, yet they are born with the instinct to function and repopulate.

It is hard for me to believe this could happen through sheer evolutionary processes. I have to believe The Great Programmer is at work.