Hey, I am here to learn. Where did it begin? Was it Robert Pirsig? Scott Peck? Martin Buber? Fritjof Capra? Paul Tillich? David Hawkins? Werner Erhardt? Jon Kabat-Zinn? the Wachowski Borthers? Gregg Braden? Or, Frank Wilczek? Einstein? Or, did it happen during those years I attended all those Sunday School classes. Reading the Bible, maybe- but I can't really read. Well, not that well. So it wasn't the Bible alone- was it Faith alone - in Christ alone? Was it then, or is that now? I have such a long long way to go. And, it seems to be getting easier ;-)
What I realized was the right person had been there - to assist me when I needed it- with exactly what I needed - often before I knew I needed it - all of my life. Almost as if- and this was hard to fathomable- almost as if my life was meant to happen in the way I was living it- not to say it wasn't a bed of roses- because it was a bed of roses, but roses usually have thorns, too- the purely human failings- God is good and never malicious!