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Archive: TWFTT 8-17-18
98 sun
Hey mary. 🙂
Hey #1
72 now, 83 hi, 51 lo. Smoke FINALLY cleared out (mostly, anyway)… yay.
Comments are taking WAY longer to post today. ‘Connection has timed out’ keeps popping up.
I’m not so sure it’s my computer on this one.
They’ll soon discover just how many people will refuse to acquiesce to tyranny.
The hard way.
Have a good weekend, Henry & Laura! 🙂
Thank you Henry, great broadcast.
You are welcome. 🙂
Thank you, and Wow!! Henry, very powerful last few minutes. Another t-shirt:
DON’T MESS WITH MY MIRACLE!!
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You are welcome. 🙂
Just finished listening to archive of today’s broadcast….excellent as usual…..can hardly wait to get my puter set up. 🙂
I smell a fishing trip.
Yay…time for a break…
I was thinking again about what Henry said about us being a miracle. I really believe it’s true. For example, last night my husband went about taking apart and repairing an antique, mechanical mantle clock. Hours were passing and I went over to check, and there on the dining-room table were dozens of different intricate parts and mechanisms, from inside the clock, all laid out for cleaning, adjusting, and reassembling. Seems the clock would sometimes stop, indicating that the parts needed lubrication.
As I looked at that complexity and then again over to my husband’s intense focus I was in awe, not just that my husband would tackle such a feat, but in awe of the quality and construction, the intelligence and innovation of days of old, when each clock was unique and had it’s own character. I was looking at a miracle.
My husband lives to fix things and make them shine. I used to say to him, “Hey Hon, maybe something will break today and you can fix it.” We’d laugh, but truth can sometimes touch a funny bone. And I thought of Henry’s son and that wonderful machine he made at his work. I can’t remember what it was for but I know it upped efficiency and output. Again, the word miracle kept coming up.
I wondered how many humans today could repair a clock such as the one that we got for $35.00 at a second hand shop. I wondered if it was a dying art among everyday people and only experts at the manufacturing company could do such a repair. That amazing clock (maybe 80 years old) showed me we are certainly a miracle, complex and of deep quality.
Will it be fixed? I may not know for 2 or 3 days ’cause one other part of the miracle is that some are willing to take the time to get the job done, however long it takes. And when the internal parts are repaired, next comes the restoring of the outer, the beautiful wood, which just needs dusting and oiling to make its beauty shine. Again, I am in awe and glad Henry reminded me that we and life are nothing less than a miracle. We are nothing less than a miracle.
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