Written on a 4x6 note card by Stan Julin.
April, 2002
My tendency is always to estimate a man [or] an author by the estimate which he appears to have of the Bible. Is he for it or against it? Does he love the words of God? Is he jealous of God's words? Does he oppose the wicked who love to pick at it because it exposes them? I look for men like that.
The Bridge to Moses
It is in the wee hours of the morning, and I have tried and failed to achieve a state of slumber. Illumined by a single lamp, I now sit on my couch, glaring grumpily at my coffee table and listening to the ambient sounds of my sleeping household. From the neighboring kitchen, a clock’s tick, normally lost in the hubbub of life, chronicles the steady march of sleepless time. The refrigerator compressor kicks on for a few minutes, then yields to the mournful sound of a distant train, penetrating the glass of a window behind my head.I am bored, and so I eventually rise and make my way to my empty guest bedroom where there awaits me a large bookcase filled with a wide selection of literature. Before this structure I plant myself and begin, somewhat absently, to scan the familiar, and somewhat musty rows of fact and fiction found thereupon.
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