Thoughts on thunder, faith, trust in fellow man

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  • Butch Furse
    Butch Furse
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The late night, early morning shower that passed through Aurora this past week was again a reminder of the days when our young children would rap on our bedroom door wanting to sleep with us because the storms with the lightning and thunder scared them. We expected to have those days behind us after the kids became adults and moved from home. It was not to be.
Our recent rain storm emphasized that fact when our dog scratched at our bedroom door desiring security from thunder and lightning. There was a “plus” and a “minus” with the dog’s actions. The “minus” was we were awakened by the scratching at our door. The “plus” was the dog didn’t want to sleep with us. She would rather sleep on the floor and partially under the bed.
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A certain young man was wise beyond his years and it was proved when he paused before answering a widow who had asked him to guess her age.
“You must have some idea,” she said.
“I have several ideas,” said the young man, with a smile. “The only trouble is that I hesitate whether to make you 10 years younger on account of your looks, or 10 years older on account of your intelligence.”
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Faith is a requisite for happiness. It is the golden key which opens the doors to success, health and a full, mature life not filled with frustrations and doubt, fear and uncertainty. Faith is a miracle key. It can build bridges, or win football games as well as climb the highest mountain. Faith can make a person well if he is sick and all seems lost.
Faith led Thomas A. Edison to work five years filled with trial-and-error to create the electric lightbulb. He was confident such a thing could be made. His confidence and faith assured success.
Faith is the trust in something better and greater than man. Faith in his fellow man adds to the purpose and driving power of each individual. Faith in God, backed by courage and action, helps us to accomplish the impossible.
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It’s been reported when you see a married couple coming down the street, the one who is two or three steps ahead is the one that’s mad.
  
RL Furse  is publisher emeritus of the News-Register