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Unfortunately, this frame of reference is not often used. At a time when morals are at a standstill and only moved by direct incentives, those who have the veracity to show compassion without a thought of reward should not be taken for granted. As the actions of these people reveal hints to their true intentions, the more people begin to realize they are not alone.
Stars are held together by their own gravity, in essence making them independent. It can be argued that good and evil is a byproduct of our free will, or independence. We have the power to act as we choose, but whom or what is the judge of those actions? The theological argument asserts that the existence of a moral conscience points to the existence of a supernatural reality beyond this world. Skeptics of faith refute this by pointing to sociopaths or psychopaths, claiming they have no sense of morality. In the future these two beliefs will continue to debate, only separated at the place where white fades to black. Good and evil is held by some to be nonexistent, but for me it's a matter of faith.
Photo by Erika Betschart
"The Raging River"
Lawrence Fry
I was raised on a two hundred acre oasis that has lots of creeks, hills, and fields. The only way to get onto the farm was to cross a creek that runs along the northern property line. When I was a child, I would go down to the creek to play; I would throw rocks, kill snakes, or catch minnows with my feet. On one rainy night, the flooded creek gave me the opportunity to learn that sometimes life's problems that seem unsolvable actually can have simple resolutions.
Our creek was normally about twenty feet wide and eight to ten inches deep. Even though it was typically the model of tranquility, at times Lower Helton Creek would grow to be a raging river. Though flooding on our farm was uncommon, it was something that could certainly change our plans. When the creek was up, we might have to miss church, school, a ballgame, or not be able to make it home at night. This may sound like a major inconvenience, but it actually simplified our life because it gave us the opportunity to stay home and spend time with family. Naturally, my parents would have to decide whether the creek was safe to cross or not.
One night we were visiting family, and on that particular evening, it had been raining a great deal. Thinking that we might have trouble crossing the creek, Bob, my step-dad, decided that it would be best to drive the family box truck home. As we entered the driveway, I could tell that crossing the creek this time would be different because the creek was massive.
The headlights cast forward, and all I could see was water. It seemed hard to believe that this was the same creek that I had played in just days before. The white capped rapids were raging just daring us to enter the creek that had grown into a river. Normally I could see areas of rocks and vegetation, but tonight all I could see was darkness and water. As we approached the creek, a cold chill went through my body. I could feel the water banging on the floor boards rustling them, seemingly daring us to cross the creek.
Bob had made up his mind; we were going home on that rainy night. As we entered the heart of the creek, the truck began
Stars are held together by their own gravity, in essence making them independent. It can be argued that good and evil is a byproduct of our free will, or independence. We have the power to act as we choose, but whom or what is the judge of those actions? The theological argument asserts that the existence of a moral conscience points to the existence of a supernatural reality beyond this world. Skeptics of faith refute this by pointing to sociopaths or psychopaths, claiming they have no sense of morality. In the future these two beliefs will continue to debate, only separated at the place where white fades to black. Good and evil is held by some to be nonexistent, but for me it's a matter of faith.
Photo by Erika Betschart
"The Raging River"
Lawrence Fry
I was raised on a two hundred acre oasis that has lots of creeks, hills, and fields. The only way to get onto the farm was to cross a creek that runs along the northern property line. When I was a child, I would go down to the creek to play; I would throw rocks, kill snakes, or catch minnows with my feet. On one rainy night, the flooded creek gave me the opportunity to learn that sometimes life's problems that seem unsolvable actually can have simple resolutions.
Our creek was normally about twenty feet wide and eight to ten inches deep. Even though it was typically the model of tranquility, at times Lower Helton Creek would grow to be a raging river. Though flooding on our farm was uncommon, it was something that could certainly change our plans. When the creek was up, we might have to miss church, school, a ballgame, or not be able to make it home at night. This may sound like a major inconvenience, but it actually simplified our life because it gave us the opportunity to stay home and spend time with family. Naturally, my parents would have to decide whether the creek was safe to cross or not.
One night we were visiting family, and on that particular evening, it had been raining a great deal. Thinking that we might have trouble crossing the creek, Bob, my step-dad, decided that it would be best to drive the family box truck home. As we entered the driveway, I could tell that crossing the creek this time would be different because the creek was massive.
The headlights cast forward, and all I could see was water. It seemed hard to believe that this was the same creek that I had played in just days before. The white capped rapids were raging just daring us to enter the creek that had grown into a river. Normally I could see areas of rocks and vegetation, but tonight all I could see was darkness and water. As we approached the creek, a cold chill went through my body. I could feel the water banging on the floor boards rustling them, seemingly daring us to cross the creek.
Bob had made up his mind; we were going home on that rainy night. As we entered the heart of the creek, the truck began